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[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Early in the morning, Mjrn is winding her way around Lindblum's streets. Her spear is in hand, and a backpack hangs from one shoulder. She pays little attention to the noise and bustle of those around her, doing her best to ignore what snatches of conversation reach her ears. Normally bright-eyed and curious about everything, the young Viera seems lost in thought. Even the warbling of the fat little cockatrice accompanying her does not pierce that mental fog.

Despite giving little notice to her surroundings, Mjrn walks with purpose. She pauses only to purchase some fresh fruit and other food for Chit from a startled vendor before moving onward, toward the gate. Even though she was growing accustomed to the noise and numbers of humes and others within the city, Mjrn at the moment just needs to be away. Not even intermittent drizzling or clouds that threaten more of the same are going to keep her from venturing outside the city's walls. As far as the young Viera is concerned, it's time to train.]

[ooc: This takes place the day of Penelo's arrival, but obviously before that happens.]

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[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn knows a focused 'I'm not looking at the ears' gaze when she sees one, but that's fine. She shakes her hand, used to humes enough by now not to need to remember that greeting custom.]

It is nice to meet you as well, Raine.

Chit is a cockatrice. In the Giza Plains of Ivalice, the nomads domesticate her kind. She is quite tame.

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

She seems sweet.

[Petting the bird for a moment.]

Ivalice, Is that a country or a world?

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.]

It is neither; a large region of my world. However, when speaking to those not originating from the area, Ivalice is often used as the name of the world, for convenience.

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

And that's your home?

[Smiling sheepishly, even though she's moved past staring at the ears.]

I'm sorry, it's still foreign to me that there are different places out there.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[That prompts a smile.]

I understand. Much was foreign to me when first I left the Wood.

[How to explain...]

It is in a southern region of Ivalice, though Viera who dwell within do not consider it to be a part of the whole.

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

Viera? What is that?

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

Viera is the name given my people, those of the Wood. Our numbers are few, in Gaia. I have only met my sisters here, no others.

[But she doesn't seem to mind that too much, given her expression. Perhaps a little wistful, but that's all.]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

[Raine nods once, having learned the fine art of listening and absorbing from her time running the pub. It makes her something of a people watcher.]

How fortunate that you have family with you. My husband and children are here, and I consider myself lucky for that.

[Lucky for a second chance to get to know the children and see Laguna at all again.]

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

Ah, it is good that you are not alone. I wonder if we somehow draw those close to us here, for few arrive who do not find at least one other familiar soul from home.

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

What a beautiful idea. Maybe love draws them to us. That should be a song.