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A rather uneventful half hour passes, with not much chattering in general. Except for Petra attempting to have a conversation with Zenton, and him being indifferent to the idea this time around. Simon and Kiwi, as usual, are at the front of the group. “Hey.” Simon hears Kiwi address her, and looks over at him. “What do you think?” he asks. She sighs and then looks off to one side, saying “He’s a brat.” “Yeah I figured,” Kiwi replies. “He likes getting into trouble. Makes him a hassle to keep up with. Most days it’s either that or sparring with the guards. Some of us don’t quite like that, but, lesser of two evils, you know.” All the while, the dirt path is slowly accompanied by leaves that increase in number. “Plus the guards don’t mind the battle practice, so I guess it works out. Course he’s also a flirt. Combine that with his good looks, and of course all the new flowers want him.” Simon sighs. “When you put it that way...” she mutters. Kiwi continues. “Yeah. Spoiled brat