http://monk_princess.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] monk-princess.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] mooglenet_backup2011-01-13 05:47 pm

[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...?

[identity profile] lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com 2011-01-14 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[While Ursula wanders the town, Ceodore will just linger a short distance away. He's not mad. Heck, he's not even sure what the heck is bothering him so much about that stupid rumor. But he's not about to leave her alone, even in a location as safe as Mysidia. Ursula can handle herself, but if anything did happen to her, Yang would snap him in half for it. Of that he was certain.

So he'll be following along like a little lost puppy, noting how small the community seems from what he remembers. He can't help but notice Ursula's pause and question, however.]


Uh, huh? Urusla?

[identity profile] praygenius.livejournal.com 2011-01-14 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[It's been an eventful few days, between the arrival of the injured stranger and making preparations to go out to the Soil Desert. But there's still time for prayer. There's always time for prayer. When the guests arrive she looks up from praying for the injured man's health and for a safe journey, smiling.]

Ursula! Ceodore-

-hold still.

[And with no warning but that she descends upon Ceodore with a hairbrush. He has airship hair again.]