Calling her current situation a surprise would be an understatement, but Fran found herself for a lack of better terms. She knew the difference between a dream and reality, but part of her was hoping that she would somehow find herself waking up in the back of the Strahl like always. The ship had a gentle hum when it was running, like the rumble of a pleased kitten in her mind. It was a comfort she could afford and missed, and the airships she had been able to glimpse flying above showed nothing familiar. There was a rustic feel the city, something she could not quite place.
Fran worried for the party, less so for her partner. Balthier could handle himself, she knew, even though she would prefer not to be separated. It was a cold reality in itself that she was still coming to terms with, that imminent separation, but that was different story in itself. It was the younger ones who would flounder the most, she assumed. So Fran kept her ears keen and alert as people passed by, hoping to find some inkling of a comrade. She got more looks than answers, though, even from the strange little communicator that that Moogle had handed to her. (Even the Moogles were odd in this place). For a strange and sudden course of events, this world was quite prepared.
With little to go off of, the Viera took this "Zidane's" advice and wandered through the more shabby parts of town. It was like night and day, the courtyard she had walked through to the huts and stalls squashed next to one another. These sorts of conditions among Humes were not alien to her, but not favored. She had forsaken her heritage, but she was still far removed from the class wars of other beings.
The tower stuck out quite well. With a good sense of caution, Fran made her way through the abandoned observatory, feeling a little more at ease as she ascended the steps towards the top. Pausing, she took a moment to look through one of the pane-less windows. It should have a least been half a day if her sense of time was not knocked off in the new place, and yet the sky had not changed. Moon shining, Fran looked back down to the little lighted screen at her side.
Nothing.
Balthier would have surely said something had he woken up in an equally strange environment. Perhaps he was still in the Stilshrine, the last thing she could remember. She hoped so.
Once at the top, Fran checked the final room, making sure she was alone before unfastening the large bow from her back. Such long-distance weapons were not suitable for small quarters, anyway. With a light sigh, she sat herself down an another open window sill, deciding to take a moment to collect her thoughts and wait. Perhaps the person would show up, perhaps not. Either way, the Gargant tunnel was supposed to be in this tower, was it not? She would investigate.
The large broken globe she was sitting across from caught her interest, held it for a while, and finally prompted her to take a closer look. As she hopped down from the hill sill, a voice came from a hole in the wooden flooring half a level up. Keeping her guard, Fran turned her attention up to watch a cheery blond head pop through.
Quite forthcoming.
Watching said blond head suddenly disappear with a thud, and Fran had a feeling she had no reason to feel threatened. A small shake of her head and she took careful steps over to the ledge, climbing the short ladder quickly. Peering down into the hole, Fran tilted her head to the side with a slight sense of amusement, though her expression remained calm.
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Fran worried for the party, less so for her partner. Balthier could handle himself, she knew, even though she would prefer not to be separated. It was a cold reality in itself that she was still coming to terms with, that imminent separation, but that was different story in itself. It was the younger ones who would flounder the most, she assumed. So Fran kept her ears keen and alert as people passed by, hoping to find some inkling of a comrade. She got more looks than answers, though, even from the strange little communicator that that Moogle had handed to her. (Even the Moogles were odd in this place). For a strange and sudden course of events, this world was quite prepared.
With little to go off of, the Viera took this "Zidane's" advice and wandered through the more shabby parts of town. It was like night and day, the courtyard she had walked through to the huts and stalls squashed next to one another. These sorts of conditions among Humes were not alien to her, but not favored. She had forsaken her heritage, but she was still far removed from the class wars of other beings.
The tower stuck out quite well. With a good sense of caution, Fran made her way through the abandoned observatory, feeling a little more at ease as she ascended the steps towards the top. Pausing, she took a moment to look through one of the pane-less windows. It should have a least been half a day if her sense of time was not knocked off in the new place, and yet the sky had not changed. Moon shining, Fran looked back down to the little lighted screen at her side.
Nothing.
Balthier would have surely said something had he woken up in an equally strange environment. Perhaps he was still in the Stilshrine, the last thing she could remember. She hoped so.
Once at the top, Fran checked the final room, making sure she was alone before unfastening the large bow from her back. Such long-distance weapons were not suitable for small quarters, anyway. With a light sigh, she sat herself down an another open window sill, deciding to take a moment to collect her thoughts and wait. Perhaps the person would show up, perhaps not. Either way, the Gargant tunnel was supposed to be in this tower, was it not? She would investigate.
The large broken globe she was sitting across from caught her interest, held it for a while, and finally prompted her to take a closer look. As she hopped down from the hill sill, a voice came from a hole in the wooden flooring half a level up. Keeping her guard, Fran turned her attention up to watch a cheery blond head pop through.
Quite forthcoming.
Watching said blond head suddenly disappear with a thud, and Fran had a feeling she had no reason to feel threatened. A small shake of her head and she took careful steps over to the ledge, climbing the short ladder quickly. Peering down into the hole, Fran tilted her head to the side with a slight sense of amusement, though her expression remained calm.
"Would you like some assistance?"