Dreams about not having her powers were certainly terrifying – they defined who she was. At least, that’s what helped her have a purpose even if she had learned that just being herself was enough. However, when she awoke to a new place, crystal in her hand, that certainly created an uneasy feeling within her. She was cautious as much as she was curious, trying to at least keep a level head on her shoulders considering even her vast knowledge couldn’t tell her the exact location or even speculate. Especially with the sounds of machinery that were foreign to her ears, at least mostly considering the blastia powered devices were no more.
But what is also strange was her normal attire was changed as well, a white robe took its place. Did… did she die? If so, then death wasn’t as painful as she had thought, but it was still rather disconcerting. However, it’s when she heard the high pitched voice of the creature next to her that she came back to her senses.
“Oh, excuse me, could you tell me what’s going on?”
Almost as if the creature expected, she replied courteously, however, also seemed to keep her distance.
“That’s what I’m here to tell you, kupo. The people here should also be able to aid you—“ The moogle is cut off by Estelle trying to reach toward her and pet it, but it ends up flying back.
“Excuse me, but I am not your personal pet. I would ask that you refrain from attempting to pet me, kupo," she retorted, her expression distraught as she flew back to keep some sort of distance between the two while being able to be near Estelle.
“B-but you look so soft,” Estelle replied with a pout on her face.
And that’s how a certain someone arrived and didn’t seem as concerned as she should be.
The City
While she might not be familiar with what festivities happened, she was in awe of the decorations that were put up around the city. With how many questions she had, her moogle was able to answer them with ease, satiating the princess’ curiosity. The two of them can be seen around the city basically having their own question and answer session, pointing out everything that stuck out to her such as the decorations, or what looked like reconstruction. Even the people playing what looks like a sort of game as Luce, Estelle’s moogle, explained blitzball to her.
But even so, her curiosity meant that she wasn’t entirely paying attention as she looked around.
“Watch out, kupo!”
And whoops, she accidentally bumped into someone.
“I’m so sorry, I’m new here and I was just taking in the sights and not paying any attention!” She was quick to answer with a bow of apology.
House B-06
It was nice to at least have a place to stay. While camping was something she got used to, a princess was still used to a room and a bed. Though while she was standing outside her house, she about knocked until Luce informed her there was no need as she cautiously opened the door.
“Please pardon my intrusion.”
Even if it was her house, it still felt like she was a stranger, and yes, these people would be strangers to her. She could only hope that they would, in the end, get along. Then again, she was one who could hole herself up in her room and read if need be. She was able to do that for 18 years, she can do it still.
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Dreams about not having her powers were certainly terrifying – they defined who she was. At least, that’s what helped her have a purpose even if she had learned that just being herself was enough. However, when she awoke to a new place, crystal in her hand, that certainly created an uneasy feeling within her. She was cautious as much as she was curious, trying to at least keep a level head on her shoulders considering even her vast knowledge couldn’t tell her the exact location or even speculate. Especially with the sounds of machinery that were foreign to her ears, at least mostly considering the blastia powered devices were no more.
But what is also strange was her normal attire was changed as well, a white robe took its place. Did… did she die? If so, then death wasn’t as painful as she had thought, but it was still rather disconcerting. However, it’s when she heard the high pitched voice of the creature next to her that she came back to her senses.
“Oh, excuse me, could you tell me what’s going on?”
Almost as if the creature expected, she replied courteously, however, also seemed to keep her distance.
“That’s what I’m here to tell you, kupo. The people here should also be able to aid you—“ The moogle is cut off by Estelle trying to reach toward her and pet it, but it ends up flying back.
“Excuse me, but I am not your personal pet. I would ask that you refrain from attempting to pet me, kupo," she retorted, her expression distraught as she flew back to keep some sort of distance between the two while being able to be near Estelle.
“B-but you look so soft,” Estelle replied with a pout on her face.
And that’s how a certain someone arrived and didn’t seem as concerned as she should be.
The City
While she might not be familiar with what festivities happened, she was in awe of the decorations that were put up around the city. With how many questions she had, her moogle was able to answer them with ease, satiating the princess’ curiosity. The two of them can be seen around the city basically having their own question and answer session, pointing out everything that stuck out to her such as the decorations, or what looked like reconstruction. Even the people playing what looks like a sort of game as Luce, Estelle’s moogle, explained blitzball to her.
But even so, her curiosity meant that she wasn’t entirely paying attention as she looked around.
“Watch out, kupo!”
And whoops, she accidentally bumped into someone.
“I’m so sorry, I’m new here and I was just taking in the sights and not paying any attention!” She was quick to answer with a bow of apology.
House B-06
It was nice to at least have a place to stay. While camping was something she got used to, a princess was still used to a room and a bed. Though while she was standing outside her house, she about knocked until Luce informed her there was no need as she cautiously opened the door.
“Please pardon my intrusion.”
Even if it was her house, it still felt like she was a stranger, and yes, these people would be strangers to her. She could only hope that they would, in the end, get along. Then again, she was one who could hole herself up in her room and read if need be. She was able to do that for 18 years, she can do it still.