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[Action - Open to any in Mysidia]

[Ah, Mysidia. Ursula was a bit delayed in reaching the mage town, thanks to other issues. Nonetheless, the princess has kept to her word and with Ceodore at her side. An unusually quiet, distant Ceodore. She's still not certain what has triggered the change in his demeanor, but there just hasn't been time alone to ask. Maybe she'll find out later, when he stops denying that he's fine.

At any rate, she's now wandering the town, heading in the vague direction of the Hall of Prayer but also content to explore until she runs into the white mage. The princess is curious as to how the other town from her world is adjusting to Gaia, and so she'll be stopping to chat with anyone who will give her the time. The temporary change of scenery is welcome and she plans to take full advantage of it.

At some point, Ursula pauses abruptly and peers around with wide eyes. She could have sworn she heard a very familiar voice....]

...Mother...?

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Oh, I wouldn't want to disturb his rest. I'm glad he's doing better, though.

[She watches Ceodore retreat and shakes her head.]

He's been a little odd ever since we left Troia. Maybe I was wrong to encourage him.

[She sighs.]

I'd have expected him to enjoy the trip after being stuck in Troia for so long. Still, I suppose he can't have particularly good memories of Mysidia.

[She gives a shrug and then smiles. She's not too worried. From having a brother and teaching the younger mages she's learned one valuable lesson: teenage boys tend to act like teenage boys.]

Don't worry about him, I'm sure he'll be fine. I trust you're well?

[Ursula nods.]

I am, though I think I might have to begin searching for a new mentor. I dislike not waiting for Father, but nor could I face him if I didn't do all I could to improve myself.

I think he would forgive you for continuing your training without him. I know I will be most displeased with my students should I return to find that they've been doing nothing to further their studies in my absence.

[She smiles]

And the people of different worlds may have different things to teach you. That new knowledge could only be good for Fabul as a kingdom.

[When Ceodore comes back, it's with brushed hair. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW POROM? Although it's still just not going to actually lay down being far too thick for that, and not nearly so glorious as his dad's. He'll thrust the brush in Porom's direction with a 'don't do that again' sort of look. Otherwise, he's not nearly so out of sorts as he was a moment ago.]

What'd I miss?

[Ursula nods, easing up at Porom's words. She doesn't want to let her father down, after all.]

This is true. I--

[She glances over to Ceodore with a smile.]

I need a new mentor, since Father is not with us.

[Porom smiles pleasantly as if she didn't just passive-agressive Ceodore into brushing his hair, taking the hairbrush back.]

I'm afraid I don't know of any monks on this world other than you. But I'm sure there must be someone who could train you.

You'll be able to find one. I'm sure.

Well, I did hear of one...but not in some time. I thought he had been planning to visit Troia, though I have not heard from him since. Perhaps it is time to change that...soon.

[She smiles at Porom.]

For now, I have another promise to keep.

[Porom nods, almost seeming sheepish. She's not used to having to learn things rather than instantly being good at them.]

Thank you again for this, Ursula. I'm grateful that you'd honour such a frivolous request.

[He looks between the two girls, genuinely perplexed.]

Huh? Oh that thing Porom wanted help with?

[Ursula nods to Ceodore.]

She wants to learn to dance.

[He would find out anyway, might as well tell him now.]

We can begin that whenever and wherever you wish.

It was never really part of my studies...

[Is she supposed to explain herself here? She's not needed a teacher for something in years. Crystals, how do you people put up with not knowing everything and instantly being good at everything you try? It's all kinds of awkward.]

If you're not tired from your journey, I think I'd like to begin as soon as possible.

[Well you can see how well Ceodore deals with not being good at something. Or not as good as his parents. Probably for the best Porom's not in that boat.]

Dance? Uh, she doesn't know?

[He suffered those lessons young. How does Porom not know? Wait a second...]

Um, do you need me for this?

[Oh, good, he's catching on. Ursula grins.]

It would help if we gave her a good example to follow, don't you think?

[She doesn't know because it doesn't really come up nearly as much when you're not royalty and all your plans for the future point to 'stay in this one town and read books and pray a lot'. Funny how that works. She nods cheerfully.]

That would be very helpful.

I-I guess.

[Oh man... not that he's bad at- well no, he's clumsy. He's not all that great at dancing. Brave face. Putting on a brave face. It's just dancing, not fighting malboros.]

Where?

[Because he refuses to do this in the middle of town.]

Hm, good question.

[Ursula looks to Porom, certain she would be able to name a suitable place.]

[She gives it a few seconds' thought and then motions for the guests to follow her, leading them to an empty building.]

This was a weapon shop back home, but nothing but the building found its way here.

[Sure enough, there's nothing in the building but the weapons racks by the walls.]

[It's actually a little disturbing to see the weapon shop so... empty. Not that Ceodore had spent a great deal of time lingering in Mysidia, they'd been in a hurry to get back, but still...]

Is everything in Mysidia this barren?

[Ursula peers around, likewise disturbed.]

I heard that when this place arrived, it was entirely devoid of people. I wonder why....

[Porom shifts her weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. She's become used to the emptiness of a town that was so alive back home but it's still not easy to consider.]

It's just me and the students the Regent sent from Lindblum. It's- there's about twenty of us. And the moogles won't come here unless they have to. Something about a clown and a cruel man after that.

[And then she just shakes her head, grits her teeth and smiles.]

There must be some reason for it. I'll know one day. For now, I just have to persevere. Twenty is more than none, after all. And- [She almost begins speaking about how she's sensed her brother's presence and then changes her mind. It's difficult to explain.]

-never mind. But don't worry yourselves too much about Mysidia. I won't let it stay this way.

[If there's anything Ceodore's figured out about Porom, other than she's an exceptional mage, is that if she makes up her mind about something, she's nigh on to unmovable.]

You'll do we-

[He stops short when he smells something. Something familiar. Like his grandmother's house in Baron. Don't mind the boy, but his stomach can and will override almost any other concern, and his nose is leading him to find the source.]

What is that?

[Ursula starts to nod to Porom, then glances to Ceodore.]

Hm? What do you mean, Ceodore?

Is something here, Ceodore?

[There were a few local monsters making their homes in the abandoned buildings when she arrived, she thought she'd got rid of them all already. Had she missed one?]

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