Although Agrias' eyes were keenly focused upon taking in the sights of the port city that she might ascertain its verity, she did not miss the change in Balthier's expression, nor the sound of discomfort he made and the words exchanged between him and Fran. That was more distracting than his apparent sauntering, which was difficult to miss whilst walking a single step behind him, even if slightly off to one side. She turned honey-brown eyes between the two curiously, her brow only slightly quirked. She recalled thief-pirate having visited Gaia once before; it would make no sense for one who called Ivalice home to be a wanted man upon Gaia otherwise, but it wasn't her business, this seeming spark in the thief-pirate's memory. Not really.
That was why she returned her attention to their surroundings. That the thief-pirate was experiencing a spark about his memory shouldn't concern her. If he was, that meant no one was paying attention to their surroundings in the first place and somebody had to do. She would simply let her ears absorb the partners' exchange as they were wont, for it was rather difficult to completely shut it out by that stage.
Her objective reaffirmed, she was mindful of the faces and the voices of pedestrians and even more mindful of changes and similarities. This board is out of place. That paint is new. Aye, that title is indeed the same...
It appeared very much to be the same city, seized and forced to change at Gaian whims. The subtle changes in her expression as she identified such things indicated that much.
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Date: 2010-04-08 07:18 pm (UTC)That was why she returned her attention to their surroundings. That the thief-pirate was experiencing a spark about his memory shouldn't concern her. If he was, that meant no one was paying attention to their surroundings in the first place and somebody had to do. She would simply let her ears absorb the partners' exchange as they were wont, for it was rather difficult to completely shut it out by that stage.
Her objective reaffirmed, she was mindful of the faces and the voices of pedestrians and even more mindful of changes and similarities. This board is out of place. That paint is new. Aye, that title is indeed the same...
It appeared very much to be the same city, seized and forced to change at Gaian whims. The subtle changes in her expression as she identified such things indicated that much.