Summary: New beginnings can start long before you realise. Raoul and Buri on the way to Tortall during LR.
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He watched her lean against the rail of the ship, her short hair blowing across her face. She had no issues with the rolling waves against their vessel; indeed, she was enjoying herself.
An internal debate ensued over whether he ought to approach her. In the end, his sensible side lost, and with much trepidation, he made his way across the deck.
Casually, he leant against the rail. Her eyes were closed, and instead of her trademark scowl, she had a smile across her face. She looked completely at ease. Happy, even.
He cleared his throat. "Buriram, right? I'm Raoul"