Fran followed with long but careful steps, somehow never losing her balane despite the thing, pointed heels her feet sat on. And yet without them, it was strangely more difficult. She thought him something like a child, the way he was bouncing about and turning around, making sure she was still there. Unless age was different here as well, she doubted he was one. The tail may have been a signal that he was not a Hume at all, or maybe he was just excited to be alive. Some people were like that, enjoying it to the fullest. When your time was short and you were only given one chance, there was no real reason to behave otherwise.
"Oh?" she questioned at the mention of a friend. Zidane seemed a rather social fellow, though she hoped that this friend was not one of the ones he had lost. Fran was not someone to trust easily, and he was still very much a stranger, but it was hard to think ill of someone who was so...bouncy and willing to help. Amusing, in its own way.
With the stairs finally behind them, Fran took a moment to take a careful sweep of their surroundings once outside the tower. Definitely not the cleanliest of places, but she had seen worse, too. She could still catch the faint scent of Mist on the air, but it was thin and fleeting. She was still wary with the thought that the entire continent was covered with a thick blanket of it, or so she assumed by the name, but perhaps altitude played a role as well. That was something she would be sure to ask.
"This city," she began, keeping her pace behind Zidane. "It sits above the Mist, correct?"
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Date: 2009-02-23 05:42 pm (UTC)"Oh?" she questioned at the mention of a friend. Zidane seemed a rather social fellow, though she hoped that this friend was not one of the ones he had lost. Fran was not someone to trust easily, and he was still very much a stranger, but it was hard to think ill of someone who was so...bouncy and willing to help. Amusing, in its own way.
With the stairs finally behind them, Fran took a moment to take a careful sweep of their surroundings once outside the tower. Definitely not the cleanliest of places, but she had seen worse, too. She could still catch the faint scent of Mist on the air, but it was thin and fleeting. She was still wary with the thought that the entire continent was covered with a thick blanket of it, or so she assumed by the name, but perhaps altitude played a role as well. That was something she would be sure to ask.
"This city," she began, keeping her pace behind Zidane. "It sits above the Mist, correct?"