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[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

[Now that her welcome wagon via land and sky have delivered Penelo to Troia, she's taking the time to look around and stock up on supplies. She's happily discovered her gil is accepted currency and determined to be ready for whatever lies ahead. Oddly, faced with the prospect of being on her own and not having to chase after Vaan, she's not entirely sure what to do with herself, aside from begin the process of finding her friends.

Thus, she's browsing the shops, buying only the bare minimum necessary, and pausing to chat with some of the locals.]

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[dragoon-rising.livejournal.com]

I'm not covering.

[Putting up a tough-guy front, perhaps...]

It really is nothing. Thank you for that information, anyway.

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

If you insist...

[Not about to push like Vaan would, Penelo walks on quietly, pausing to sniff some flowers.]

We don't have anything like these in Dalmasca.

[dragoon-rising.livejournal.com]

[Kain is glad for the change in subject and looks at the flowers she's indicating.]

Nor do we, where I'm from.

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

I'm from a desert. The only flowers that grow locally are Galbana lilies.

[She runs a finger over the petals, which feels almost painfully familiar, but she can't place why. So she picks one and tucks it into her hair.]

What is it like? Where you're from?

[dragoon-rising.livejournal.com]

It's a very large nation, arguably the most powerful in our world... certainly one of the strongest in military power. We're noted for our fleet of airships, as well.

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

It sounds like Archades, in a way. Their military is massive. We're lucky that Larsa's the emperor now. A return to peace is a wonderful thing.

[dragoon-rising.livejournal.com]

Better enjoy such peace while it lasts...

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

[dragoon-rising.livejournal.com]

Such a peaceful reprieve rarely lasts long in my experience.