Word 1 :○: Fran :○: 10,000 miles or more [In person / Intro]
[Anyone in or around the entry hall may run into this young lady (well, young in Viera terms, since she’s over 50). She looks around at everything and anything, her dusty red eyes sharp and clear. A furnished house, with no sign of neglect. Someone lived here, or had been here recently. All she needed to do was find that person, and get the answers she needed. Her shoes clacked ominously against the hardwood floor as she headed towards the staircase, her eyes constantly flicking over her surroundings, her ears alert and clear. Unfortunately, the quiet was almost deafening to the Viera. She had been with Balthier, that was the last thing she remembered. Now this? This wasn’t right; this wasn’t any kind of magick she’d experienced before.
This made no sense, and she wasn’t sure what to do or how to feel about it all. Fran knew it wasn’t a dream; her dreams gave her answers. This only asked more questions]
(Feel free to meet her~!)