“My, what have we here?”
“Erm…just a guy who’s lost?” He answered, but feeling as though that was asked in such a way, where the other treated him as if he were more than just human. “Ah…care to help me? I’ve been looking for some mercenary work, but I’ve got no idea where I am.”
Martel giggled at his reply, a cheerful smile playing at her lips. Her warm green eyes rest themselves on the stranger before her, curious as her hands clasped neatly in front of her. She could feel something different about him, but at this point - different only seemed usual to her.
It was the request for help that caused her expression to brighten further, brows raising slightly over her eyes as she cant her head in question.
“ Oh? ” she mused lightly, the edges of her lips peeking the slightest bit higher.
“ I suppose I’m not surprised! We don’t get many visitors here, ” she explained. “ This place is known as Derris Kharlan. The home of angels. ”
The comet’s rocky surface grit noisily under her foot as Martel shifted in her place, lifting her chin slightly to gaze beyond her shoulder toward the city glimmering in the distance. Her hands eased themselves apart, allowing her to point in its direction.
“ Its only city is Welgaia. It’s only half an hour’s walk or so from here. But… ”
Martel paused, her hand dropping carefully to join with its opposite as a hopeful smile placed itself at her lips. Her attention once again returned to the young man in front of her.
“ If you’re looking for work, maybe you can help me? ”
