Was it her French-Scottish accent? No, the people of Fiore were at least very welcoming of newcomers, even with the Joyan style influence on the place, foreigners never stood out in Hosenka, even if it looked like they were drawn by a different hand.
It was her encumbered view of the world and unbridled excitement. The type of gaze one could have with the unhampered innocence of a child, or at least the equivalent of that.
As someone with amnesia, and without any particular triggers to her memory to give it a good thorough jog, she was beholden to just the wonder and mirth of a new city.
She wasn't sure what she was looking for, meandering down main street, glancing in different shops, but, she knew that she was looking for something. She couldn't remember what (go figure).
She would know it when she sees it, she tells herself. And she has her wallet on her hip, tied to her pants via a lanyard, ready to spend money on it if it was food or something of the like.
Of course, having her money on full display was often a target for many bandits, though at the end of the street a crowd had gathered around three men who were drenched with water-coursing weapons sticking out of them. Apparently she was a full fledged magus, one who could craft anything out of water, the more static the object, such as a cage, the more powerful the current to the point it denied physical matter to get through it.
A molding magic user, but one who operated with water, she was an odd one, not just because of her background either!
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