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ManaIn a small part of the city, Ghost sat in a tree reading a book. She finally met up with her father at the cafe. While getting there, her first impression of Fiore was confusing. She missed her homeland. The harsh winters. The hardy people. The warm fires. The closeness. Now she had to start all over and also learn the language. It was difficult enough trying to navigate the area without speaking any Fiorian, but now she had to do everything one her own. Growing up, she was lucky to be in a small little village with a few good friends. They all promised to go exploring together and see the different countries when they were young. Now those times were over, Lydia and her mother were dead. All she had now was her father and whatever family she had here. Her father's family never met her, which was odd.
Her pure white hair stood out amongst the brown bark of the naked tree. As used to the cold and winters, she was never bothered by it. The book she was holding had the title of:
Learning the Language: Fiorian Edition
A book her father bought her to help learn. He said that by trying to observe and be around people who speak the language would help her better understand the culture. That was easier said than done since she was not at all interested into learning hte culture, she wanted to be back in Iceberg. But what was there? Nothing.
She was very focused on reading the book and trying to sound out the letters. "How...are you? How are you"" she whispered outloud. She repeated it a few times and read what in meant in Icebergian. She was still getting hte hang of how to hold a simple conversation, but she had learned a little bit since hte incident.
Her shoulder was wrapped from the stabbing the Lich hit her with. It was sore still, but healing nicely thanks to the doctors. They did was wonderful job cleaning and dressing her wound. "I am good. I am bad? I am okay?" she spoke outloud.
Her pure white hair stood out amongst the brown bark of the naked tree. As used to the cold and winters, she was never bothered by it. The book she was holding had the title of:
Learning the Language: Fiorian Edition
A book her father bought her to help learn. He said that by trying to observe and be around people who speak the language would help her better understand the culture. That was easier said than done since she was not at all interested into learning hte culture, she wanted to be back in Iceberg. But what was there? Nothing.
She was very focused on reading the book and trying to sound out the letters. "How...are you? How are you"" she whispered outloud. She repeated it a few times and read what in meant in Icebergian. She was still getting hte hang of how to hold a simple conversation, but she had learned a little bit since hte incident.
Her shoulder was wrapped from the stabbing the Lich hit her with. It was sore still, but healing nicely thanks to the doctors. They did was wonderful job cleaning and dressing her wound. "I am good. I am bad? I am okay?" she spoke outloud.
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