The Bear and the Maiden Fair

[Margaux Deschamps]

• Gus. It was a cute name, Margaux thought, and not at all peculiar—though Angus was so decidedly British that the seeker could not help but find it a bit aggressive. “Margaux Deschamps,” she returned, doing her best to speak clearly, that he might remember better. Win or lose in the upcoming match, the blond was beginning to think she might have made a friend today, and wished to keep it that way. “I ‘ope to see you again, Monsieur Gus!” With one last, bright smile, the seeker ran off.