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bravenewworld2014-02-22 05:08 pm
for_altea) wrote in bravenewworld2014-02-22 05:08 pm
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[Perhaps a few hours away from Union, there's a stream which leads to a small spring. And there's trees. And there's distant mountains and grass and woodland and--
And the smell of cooking.
- and a campsite. Yes, firewood's burning, signalling the sun beginning to hang low in the sky. Yes, there's certainly signs of recent life.
A rather young looking teenager, quite short, and quite thin, sits just shy of the fire upon a folded, long strip of fabric. There's a bowl in his hand, but it appears he's feeding an eevee and a purrloin. He appears to be speaking to them as well.
That is, until the eevee hears your footsteps. She struggles from the youth's lap and bounds over, the whites of her (small) teeth not all that much of a threatening sight. ]
...Argent?! Please hold!
[Soon enough, the youth moves to her side, a gloved hand on the hilt of some longsword at his side. But looking to his face should inform any visitor that he shows little chance of actually attacking. His eyes are curious, tone gentle.]
Argent, please calm down. Forgive us, friend - for we are not used to visitors. We wish you no harm, unless you wish it upon us.
[The eevee continues to snarl. The purrloin soon saunters to her side as well, looking at this visitor almost hungrily.]
And the smell of cooking.
- and a campsite. Yes, firewood's burning, signalling the sun beginning to hang low in the sky. Yes, there's certainly signs of recent life.
A rather young looking teenager, quite short, and quite thin, sits just shy of the fire upon a folded, long strip of fabric. There's a bowl in his hand, but it appears he's feeding an eevee and a purrloin. He appears to be speaking to them as well.
That is, until the eevee hears your footsteps. She struggles from the youth's lap and bounds over, the whites of her (small) teeth not all that much of a threatening sight. ]
...Argent?! Please hold!
[Soon enough, the youth moves to her side, a gloved hand on the hilt of some longsword at his side. But looking to his face should inform any visitor that he shows little chance of actually attacking. His eyes are curious, tone gentle.]
Argent, please calm down. Forgive us, friend - for we are not used to visitors. We wish you no harm, unless you wish it upon us.
[The eevee continues to snarl. The purrloin soon saunters to her side as well, looking at this visitor almost hungrily.]
No worries! If you need, we can resume when you're less busy? I don't mind!
"I did. Judging by your garb, you're from there? Well."
[A small yawn.]
"Isn't that a happy coincidence?"
Nah, it's cool
That's right, I'm from Mist.
Re: Nah, it's cool
[Another yawn, as Sable moved her eyes from Rydia to Whyt, and back again. There was no concern in them. No pity. Not even the slightest flicker of compassion. Marth, on the other hand, displayed enough for the both of them. ]
"Mist..? I apologize for interrupting, but if I might ask... was that village your home?
[It was what they were speaking of before Sable interrupted him, after all.]
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It was.
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[The statement is simple, but it's entirely heartfelt. While he can't quite grasp the extent of Rydia's loss, Altea at least makes him feel some of it. He turns to look at the fire, exhaling slightly before he continues to speak.]
...If speaking of it is painful, you need not trouble yourself to answer my questions. But I must ask- why? Why was it destroyed?
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...I don't know.