Taura's stomach was growling, but she could be patient. Her nails were still tacky; she'd rather wear nail polish and eat lunch than vice versa
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Did Lightning dare tell Snow just how they had descended from Cocoon on a Pulsian airship? That would mean possibly having to move backward from there- about the hidden vestige they'd found themselves in after escaping from the Palamecia, about the revelations from Barthandelus and Raines...
She would have to tell him... eventually, though for now she was silent, brooding, lost in thought until the man commented directly on the village. That still got just a simple "Yeah" out of her in turn as she walked alongside him though, her body language stiff, tone stoic and flat.
The more Lightning saw of the town, the more awkward she began to feel as well. This place was... lifeless, though in a different way than the scattered ruins she'd seen in the short time before being dragged here. The colors were muted even without the snow, the faces of the buildings flat and unadorned....
Even the people seemed... well, boring, dressed in drab, uncreative clothing that was a stark contrast to the bright fabrics, beads, and accessories Fang and Vanille wore-- even if you did consider the difference in temperature and stretch of centuries the two women had been inactive for.
Although on the topic of weather, even when walking, the chill was starting to get to the former soldier more and more. Her face and fingers were burning, and her attempts at relieving at least her hands by folding them first under the opposite arms and then into her coat's pockets were barely successful at all. She panted, half in cold and half in just frustration, her eyes studying each building in turn.
... And then something caught her eye- one of the few brightly colored structures, but with a name emblazoned on the sign that seemed familiar. After a moment she recognized it, and pulling out the paper...things she'd been given-- right. If they were going to be taking a look around this town? Might as well start here, then; without a word she turned, heading towards the building.
She would have to tell him... eventually, though for now she was silent, brooding, lost in thought until the man commented directly on the village. That still got just a simple "Yeah" out of her in turn as she walked alongside him though, her body language stiff, tone stoic and flat.
The more Lightning saw of the town, the more awkward she began to feel as well. This place was... lifeless, though in a different way than the scattered ruins she'd seen in the short time before being dragged here. The colors were muted even without the snow, the faces of the buildings flat and unadorned....
Even the people seemed... well, boring, dressed in drab, uncreative clothing that was a stark contrast to the bright fabrics, beads, and accessories Fang and Vanille wore-- even if you did consider the difference in temperature and stretch of centuries the two women had been inactive for.
Although on the topic of weather, even when walking, the chill was starting to get to the former soldier more and more. Her face and fingers were burning, and her attempts at relieving at least her hands by folding them first under the opposite arms and then into her coat's pockets were barely successful at all. She panted, half in cold and half in just frustration, her eyes studying each building in turn.
... And then something caught her eye- one of the few brightly colored structures, but with a name emblazoned on the sign that seemed familiar. After a moment she recognized it, and pulling out the paper...things she'd been given-- right. If they were going to be taking a look around this town? Might as well start here, then; without a word she turned, heading towards the building.
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