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Wanderlust: Strong longing for or impulse toward wandering. ----------------------------- | Indie RP Multi-Muse Blog | | Penned by Kat | | Please read my rules and muses pages prior to interaction. | -----------------------------

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vibrantwanderlust: 

| 🗡️ |  Zidane is unfazed by such a inquiry, having experienced it many times in his life, and in comparison to the uncomfortable attitude Lann takes up, seemingly ashamed of what he has said, the blond remains realized.

“Pff, what are you saying?!” He throws an arm around the other’s shoulder, grinning enthusiastically while he is doing so. “Don’t be so worried about it! It’s okay, really.” He appeases, tail waving a little in a continuous motion.

“Yep, this is all natural, grown by me. Well not grown per say…” He pulls away scratching his head before shrugging.

“But that’s a long story for another time.” 

The sudden arm around his shoulder startles him, but his lips twitch into a smile at the reassurance. It was good to know he hadn’t messed up too much by speaking before thinking and asking such a thing.

Grown? Confusion strikes him with that statement. How did one grow a tail? Did some kind of potion or something allow for that to happen? A certain ability? Luckily, all his questions were more or less cleared up. Having already asked the question about his tail and the other being relatively okay with it, Lann thinks it would be alright to ask something else. “Hey um are you a Mirage? Or a Champion of some sort?” Of course the answer was most likely going to be that he wasn’t, but he had to ask. Still, perhaps that was a little too weird to ask. Lann chooses not to look the other in the eye while waiting for a response instead preoccupying himself with looking at the bottle he was holding in his hand. He was on a roll with asking all sorts of question today and that may not be a good thing.

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| 🗡️ |  Zidane grins, shaking his head. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” He says ever so blunt, albeit far from unfriendly. Mirage? Champion? Well the latter one certainly didn’t sound so bad- but still he doubted he had ever been referred to a as a Champion by anyone. 

“But hey, if you want me to be, I guess you could call me those things.” Zidane shrubs, attempting to ease himself back into a state of knowing- peering curiously at the bottle in the boy’s hand. 

“My turn. What’s that thingie ya got there?” 

[unoraptormon]

"Hey, are you okay? You seem kind of sad."

“I’m never okay,” Harley sighed, looking out at the waves. Memories of the past spun in her mind, tears welling up in her human eye, “I’m just… reminiscing on the past. The ocean used to be such a happy place for my family… Now, it’s just a bittersweet reminder that I failed.

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| 🌊 |  He pauses, considering if it is possible to tell such a thing straight, when he hadn’t the words to describe it, never had. “Well… I guess the best way I can explain is….?” He wondered if he would scare her knowing his true nature, despite none having ever been fightended by him before. 

“I am a part of the ocean. A remnant of it, of its songs and feelings. I can hear it you know, that’s why I know it misses you.” 

Cyaneus holds a hand over his heart, smiling softly. “I can feel that it misses you.” He flicks his fingers, drawing the water back up, and whirling it into a little circle around her. 

“It provides me a few things, the ability to heal, the ability to hear, and the ability to use. It also limits how far I can be away from them, the waves I mean.”  

“A part of the ocean?” she raised a brow. She looked away slightly. With her experiences, it made too much sense. Magic had a strange way of creating life when it wanted to. Something Elementals and Flexors tended to dislike. 

She drew back slightly as the water whirled around her, surprised at the control, “Interesting control ya got there.”

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| 🌊 |  “Eh?” Gaze flickering to the water which bends under the will of his fingers, he draws it away from her before it can shatters in a splash, droplets soaking to the ground rather than on either of them. 

“Thanks for the compliment!” He chirps, entirely genuine despite remaining unsure if she had been. 

“It’s still a work in progress, really.” He muses, hearing the ocean’s gentle chuckle as if brushes in his ear. 

[adventurouswind]

“Yes, this is a map and I’m not sure if this map could help as it’s of my own world, wait, maybe the Qu has found their way to his instead? The Adventurer pondered at this thought as he took a closer look at his surroundings then to the map he carried on him right now as he tilted his head, some of them looked familiar but was this really his world or the Qu’s one?

His green boots tap the grass as he looked at the sky, the wind felt nice as he looked around for any clues of where they currently were.

Seemed like both of them were completely lost and had no idea where they were, a few trees rustled in the gentle breeze as birds flew by.

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| 🍬 |  “Your world?” Quina is confused by this mention, but after twirling s/he’s head around to study the scenery further, realizes it looks like nothing the qu has ever seen on Gaia. Perhaps this really was a different world. 

“I see! I no longer where I came from but somewhere really new! Your world very pretty!” Quina compliments, seemingly unfazed by the odd circumstance. S/he was sure as long as s/he followed Bartz then home could be found again.

Or at the very least, more forms of sustenance, preferably food. 

“Your world have tasty yummies?”

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| 🌊 |  Not from around here at all? The words register, his eyes widening in excitement. Could that mean that this boy had arrived all the way from the other side of the world? He had never known or met anyone from there, only heard the stories and longed to travel somewhere far away on his own someday. More a pipe dream than anything else, all things considered, but if this blond and come from there, so far away, than perhaps this was his chance to inquire and get a better grip at how travel so long and arduous was possible. To see the uknown, what may just be myth—

“Did you come from the other side of the world?!” He does not hold back, leaning in close, voice raising in volume as he dares to ask.

“How did you do it? Is it true what they say about people over there? Can they control the sun? The moon even? Maybe the stars? How did you get here? Magic? I’ve heard that exists there as well! Is that how you got here?!”

As if forgetting the blond’s plight of having no where to go, he delves into the questions, leaving little time for answer, or even to suggest that the other stay with him until he can leave and head back home.

What now? Other side of the world? He didn’t really understand what that meant, but it wasn’t close to his case at all. He wasn’t from the other side of this world, but more so a different world completely. Which left the big question of how was he supposed to respond? “What? No, not exactly-“ He steps back slightly when the other gets right up in his face asking all sorts of questions. Lann was having a hard time keeping up with it though, and most of it was going right over is head. 

“Look um dude, I don’t really know what the honk your talking about. I can use magic, yeah but that’s not how I got here and all this about controlling suns and moons and stars? You’ve totally lost me. Also, I’m not from the other side of the world. Or at least I don’t think I am.” Was it possible that Grymoire could be on the other side of this world? Perhaps that could be true, but it didn’t seem likely or right.

While Lann is unsure if he should just spill the beans he decides to anyway, as how else would this misunderstanding be cleared up? “I ended up here by chance I think there’s this portal I use to go somewhere… somewhere important! But when I went through it today I ended up here.” Stranded on a weird island. “It’s like a magic portal though, so you’re not wrong about the magic thing.” Now if only he could find some magic something to get him out of here and back in Grymoire.

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| 🌊 |  Magic was real? He knew it! Grinning widely, despite answer not being what he expected, it was still so unique and differing, especially compared to the mundane of his life and home. Perhaps too joyful toward this boy’s unfortunate circumstance, if simply because it all seemed so vastly appealing, but he only claps the blond on the shoulder. Well if magic was truly real than it would likely fix itself eventually. 

“No worries! I’m sure you can get back. Somehow.” A shrug, as the melancholic whispering of the waves pressing against his ears offers no clear answer or suggestion, just a reminder that this being did not belong and could not remain here. 

“Can’t you just magic your way back?” A rather awful manner of query, for which his smile twitches in a flash of sheepishness. “If you used magic to get here can’t you just use it to get back? You’re not supposed to be here, so there should be a way for you to go back where you belong.”

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| 🍃 | @ancixntstardxmcn

| 🍬 |  “Your head look like fruit.” As per the usual for Quina the Qu, the first thing to gather s/he’s attention is anything remotely resembling s/he’s favorite pastime. “Is it tasty?” Not one for personal space, Quina breaches it, eyeing this person oddly, despite the qu’s own odd appearance. 

“Is you tasty?” 

Eyes blinking slowly, and nose taking in scent around, Quina considers. S/he had never tried to eat anything remotely human before. 

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| 🍃 | @vivian-redgrave | 

| 🗡️ |  “Hey, Viv,  you think you could maybe do something slightly different for our next play? We really need a good distraction, and well...” Zidane scratches his head, smiling at her sheepishly. 

“Maybe something more realistic could give out play some flair.” A pause, the genome considering his examples, before listing them off enthusiastically. 

“Like can you make it look like we’re bleeding? Or someone has a sword stuck out of them!?” 

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| 🍃 |  @pistolsofaranger | 

| 🗡️ |  “So you’re also going to be at the wedding, huh?” Zidane regards this Nicole with the slightest huff, feeling offended perhaps that she may have known about such an event before him. 

Stupid Kuja. 

“Well I wish you the best of luck. As much as I love my sister and brother I don’t like weddings. I’m mostly going for the booze. Nothing better than getting drunk during the boring speeches.” 

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vibrantwanderlust: 

| 🍎 |  Spirit does a double take, rearing back with a displeased snort. This two legged was more strange than he thought, and his attempts to have the buckskin work together with him were not going to work, not in the least. The stallion blows from his nostrils, huffing and turning his back to the blond maned male. It was going to take more than some apples to convince him to work with any being like that.

Yet the temptation lingers, and from where he curls in the grass, chewing contently on the greens, he glances over his shoulder, the gleam of a shining red juicy delicious apple catching his eye-

With a half hearted whinny he stands, reluctantly trotting over to the two legged, kicking up dirt all the while.

“Oh, okay then!” He throws his arms up in the air, trying to act dramatic, even if it wasn’t that big of a deal. He keeps his eyes peeled on watching as the horse turns his back to him. Lann doesn’t move for a few seconds, assuming something may change if he simply stands there, but sadly nothing does, and he saunters over to the tree leaning against it. He needed some kind of plan, but what? It’s not like he was good with plans or that an apple was a big enough of a deal for a plan either.

Before he could question what to do next any further, he spots the stallion out of the corner of his eye by his side again, and he tilts his head to look more directly at him. He didn’t speak horse so it was hard to say for sure what was going on but Lann was going to assume they were going to cooperate together now. “So you’re in..? With us working together? Okay then first things first! If I climb on you.. You’re not going to throw me off, are you? ‘Cause I don’t see any other way for me to reach that tree aside from me standing on your back. Do you have a better idea?” He was asking a horse if it had a better plan than him. As silly as it almost seemed Lann actually believed that the Stallion might have a better solution. As for how he would ever tell him. Lann didn’t have a clue, but there was a stick or so around in the area you never know.

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| 🍎 |  A deadpan look is cast to the two legged, Spirit being lesser than pleased with the idea of having this boy on his back. Kicking him off sounded amusing, at the very least, but the buckskin merely snorts, bumping side against side to brush past the two legged with the blond mane. He hardly needed for him to stand on his back to reach the tree, regardless of height, it was a task easy for one as trained in it as he. 

Kicking up onto his hind legs, and hooves pressing against firm bark, Spirit stretches his neck, reaching out with his teeth to nip the stem of an apple. He tugs on it with enough force, removing it from its place of growth, and turns back to the two legged, unamused expression on his face, and apple dangling from his teeth. 

Supposing it would be harsh to leave the younger looking two legged to starve, Spirit places the apple on the ground, and goes back to his former position to retrieve some for himself.

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| 🗡️ |  “Hmm… are you?” He taps his chin, mock thinking. To him that sounded more like a challenge than anything else. “Well, I guess I’m going to have to put my skills to use!” Jabbing a thumb toward himself, Zidane throws himself onto his back, grinning widely all the while. It was nice to see his sister again, and despite being in a fairly good mood most of the time, this had to be one of the best he had in a while.

“I would love to! I have so many awesome stories I could tell!” The thief exclaims, making motions with his arms.

💎 “Oh, before you say anything, your brother and I are going to be married soon, so you’ll really have me as a sister-in-law,” she said with a calm voice. She smiled as well “Okay, care to tell me one of your many stories, Zidane?” she said to her friend.

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| 🗡️ |  “HUH!?” 

She already was a sister to him, this much was true, but he cannot help the shock flooding his system, shooting back up from his position of comfort, and only just able to do anything beyond gape at her. 

Forget his stories, those hardly mattered now! 

“You’re getting married?! Man, that bastard never even told me! He better send me an invitation, the nerve of him!” A huff, as Zidane crosses his arms over his chest, pout minuscule, yet obvious. 

[adventurouswind]

Bartz listened as the herd was talking to Spirit who was giving happy whinnies towards his connection to the element of wind, he smiled softly as he bowed his head towards them as he was a friend.

He watched as the mare who is Spirit’s mate stepping closer, his brown eyes connected with hers as he felt her nuzzling her head against the palm of his hand that he had raised as he petted gently.

“She’s a wonderful mate. You chose well, my friend. Something tells me in the wind that your names are Spirit and Rain, am I correct?” He asks both as he smiles, that smile was warm like the sun.

The Adventurer could see a eagle flying just above them, it represented freedom as he watched the great wings soar with ease.

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| 🍎 |   A tilt of his head, the proud stallion nods in response, whinnying in pleasure. Even more so than any two legged he had met, including Little Creek, none had been so in tune with nature such as Bartz had. Should they be separated he knew that the wind would allow for them to always be connected to one another. 

Huffing slightly, Rain pushes her snout further against the palm of the Adventurer, before turning, and with the flick of her tail, intense gaze fixed on his own, she invites him in toward the rest of the herd, and where they rest. 

Slowly as the herd calms itself, curling up around in a circle, Spirit and Rain making way toward the middle and allowing room for Bartz to enter if he would wish so as well. They knew he could not stay forever, and this may not be the most comfortable space for a two legged to rest, but would offer so anyway. 

Curling in against each other, and leaving a carefully constructed space for Bartz to rest his back, the two mates stare lovingly into one another’s eyes.

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| 🗡️ |  “Pit stop, eh? Understandable. There is a nice inn here too which you can crash at.” He grins again, not intimidated by either her or her companion despite the comment on how no one had yet dared to approach them. He could bet most were just a bit too drunk.

“The best thing about this place is the drinks though. The food is a bit lacking in comparison.” The thief hums, lifting his own glass of drink and downing it. Sure, even the alcohol was a bit cheap, but he had never been one with tastes for fancy and rich meals and drink. The cheap stuff worked just fine. 

“Well it is a pleasure to meet the both of you. In case you’re interested, my name is Zidane. Zidane Tribal, at your service.”

“Any food is better after eating jerky day in and day out.” Gina was no stranger to cheap food. As long as it didn’t make her sick, she didn’t care. She also didn’t care much about the drink part, seeing that she really didn’t (or couldn’t) drink that much.

“Yes, the drinks are not bad here.” Enkidu grumbled in agreement. He had already had at least three, though thanks to his high alcohol tolerance, it felt like he had barely had anything to drink. “At least, not for a roadside tavern like this.”

 “So Zidane,” It didn’t feel right to be formal and call him mister to Gina. “I’m Gina and this is Enkidu. And what kind of service are you at?”

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| 🗡️ |  “Hmmm...” He considers his answer, tapping a finger against his cheek. Just what type of service could he consider himself? A thieving service? A do good service? Both were entirely open options, for he tried to help people, but also was best at stealing from people. 

“I guess I can be whatever service anyone needs.” A reassurement, as he slaps down a few coins, ordering another drink. “And one for my new buddy too.” A grin aimed at her rather gloomy companion, one who seemed as if he could rip Zidane to shreds with just his little pinky finger. 

Perhaps paying for a drink or two would lessen the chances of that happening. 

“Consider me a humble traveler if you want.” Leaning back in his stool, the blond props his feet up on the bar counter.

[unoraptormon]

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| 🌊 |  “We need to go out.” Cyaneus says, pointing out toward the edge of the island almost vaguely. “Not too deep, don’t worry!” He reassures just as quickly, already making his way down the constructed path of his town, and toward the beach. 

“The waves won’t get restless so long as I don’t let them anway, so you needn’t be concerned about drowning or anything of the sort.” Not as if he had ever met a soul who was scared of such a thing, living on an island.

“Go out, what do you-” she rolled her eye as she watched him run, following after him until they reached the beach. 

She stopped dead in her tracks, looking down at the sand. She took a few steps back and began to shake her head, “I… I don’t think I can do this.”

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| 🌊 |  He looks to her, befuddlemnt sparking in his eyes. He had been sure she wished to do this, thought he could demonstrate and use his healing abilities for something good, much more than the typical bruise or scrape relieved. 

“Well...” Cyaneus looks to the sea, tilting his head and listening intently to the ever closer vibration of the waves in his ears. They offer no answers, and eventually he turns, looking away and smiling at her. 

“Okay then! You don’t have to.”

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Finally, he laughed– a short, single-note bark of amusement. It was just as he’d expected. An arm unfolded to point gingerly at the rapier, whose history he could recite just by seeing the decorations on the wristguard. ❝16th century, Twelfth Lindblum War. That looks like the same as the ones issued by General Gawyn. There were about twenty of them– one for each captain– but only three have been officially discovered.❞

He then waved his hand dismissively at it, resting chin-in-hand, elbow-on-knee. ❝Give it to a museum if that’s your fancy. At least they would appreciate it for what it is. But no, I don’t think you deserve an award for collecting things and stuff. Not if you don’t know the story behind them, or aren’t even interested.❞

After a brief pause, Jack sighed and dialed down the attitude. Really, there was no use saying this sort of thing to someone that just wanted things…and stuff. He stood, grabbed a notebook from the little table by the bookcase, and scrawled a name and address on a page which he tore out and handed straight over to Zidane. ❝But that’s just my opinion, anyways. You want the S-Rank medal, right? I got rid of the damn thing a while ago. Belongs to this guy now. …Probably. Now take your junk and go.❞

With that, Jack turned his back to the fellow thief, knowing perfectly well that he’d dragged the poor guy in circles just to give him nothing but an address. But the whole thing put him in a shitty mood.

He wanted to shove his head in a land worm’s mouth.

| 🗡️ |  He can only stare, mouth wide open and agape, paper held very loosely in his hand, rapier in the other. His brow furrows, mouth slowly drawing into a line. Things and stuff? He certainly didn’t perceive it that way, and whether or not this guy could identify him as a rank, he had his own opinion which he would be more than happy to express. 

Tail twitching in annoyance, Zidane steps forward, gently tossing the rapier back into the pile and yelling back at the other vagabond. 

“Excuse you! I’m not done here! How the heck am I supposed to know if this stuff has history?!” Pointing toward himself, paper slipping from his fingers, but he doesn’t even take notice, feeling more than little peeved, when he had done nothing but try to be courteous about this, despite months and months and months of work done. 

“At least I took the time to dig this stuff up! Do you think anyone else woulda done that, huh? It would still be rotting underground otherwise! Besides, it’s not just stuff and things to me, it’s items I took the time to locate and find! I even shined them up! So maybe I don’t know the history, but I still care about it! Some of it’s gonna be gifts for my friends, some of it go to museums! But who’s been taking care of all this stuff while trying to collect more of it, maybe even preserve it?”

He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, tail lashing at his side. 

“Yeah, but sure, bud, I don’t give a single damn about any of it. It’s just stuff and things, whatever. I don’t know the history of the stupid shit I dig up, but I care enough to take the time to find it, and try to pristine its condition. Not just for that stupid rank either. Because I like treasure. Mostly digging it up. It’s an adventure y’know, it has meaning, and I get to do with it my buddy chocobo to, so I’ll just take my junk and leave then, cause even if it doesn’t have the same meaning to me as it does you, I still care about it in my way.” 

With a loud grumble, the thief heads back over to his pile, trying to reorganize it after this catastrophe. 

Stupid S rank. Stupid red haired man. Stupid tiara, where was that dang tiara, Eiko was gonna be pissed if he couldn’t hand it off to her.

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| 🍬 |  Hearing Allen talk about how his parents complete each other, Quina starts to understand more of how their bickering is not just bickering, and that the two have a very close relationship that balances out. It almost reminds Quina of many of s/he’s friends, and people s/he knew. 

“We talk more.” Quina agrees, wanting to learn more about s/he’s friend. For a child he seemed to know much, and was very knowledgeable and good with words. Not judgmental either, so Quina thinks that he may find true interest in the way of cooking, and in the way of the qu life. Quina typically does not get to speak much on what s/he knows best, but feels as if s/he can take Allen under their wing to teach him some things. 

“You can know many things about me! You can ask anything. I have lots to tell. I have stories about qu clan, my time in swamp, and my time with friends. I have stories about raging sandstorms covering trees with not very tasty sand, and places of eternal dark. Not all places have good food, but I learn many things, about friendship, and why cooking is good. Why food is good. About making decisions, and learning. Journey across the world is very arduous thing, but very fun thing. You should try.”

Quina nods, excited to hear what Allen wishes to know. The qu would love to recount the tales s/he had been on. Perhaps someday Allen would be able to go on his own journey, and even continue to travel afterward.

“Awwww! Thank you so much Mister Quina! I want to hear everything that happened to you in the past! I’m so excited to hear all of it! Please do tell me!”

Allen was sure the qu was trustworthy at this point so didn’t mind snuggling up to the other as they shared stories. Allen told Quina about the village first along with various details about the family he grew up with. His father and mother were still in the kitchen talking to one another and probably would be for the next while or so. Allen even mentioned about how the other kids didn’t like him because they thought his love of books was boring. He also said that Quina was his first friend ever.

“But enough about me, it’s your turn! I wanna hear about you! There’s so much I wish to know that I’ve no idea where to start! How about where you were born?”

The boy was so excited to hear everything Quina had to offer that he didn’t take into account that certain people normally didn’t spout their whole history to someone they had only just met. He realized at that point but found there was no point in fretting over such a trivial detail. Quina wouldn’t care either he was sure.

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| 🍬 |  “Your story very interesting. I glad I could be your friend. Other kids no nice to not be friends with you. Love of books good. You can learn lots. I like cook books, but all books can be good if you want them to.” Quina does not mind the boy snuggling up, and raises an arm to drop around his shoulders. Allen almost felt as if he could be Quina’s own student, if but for a short while, and Quina the master, as Quale had once taught and showed the younger qu the ways of the world, and food. 

“I born in swamp called Qu’s Swamp. Swamp is where many qu live, which is why it is referred to as so. I live in swamp on Mist Continent. I no remember any parents, but I had family in my master. I spend many years learning under my master. We qu not many, but we study under the Way of the Gourmand.” It was much of what s/he could remember in life, and considered as a mission. 

“I now master chef, but even master chef learn lots. I learned most on journey I took with new friends. New friends accepted me when people wouldn’t before. You will find friends to accept you as well.”

Quina smiles down at the boy, wagging s/he’s head. 

“I be your first friend, I accept you for you.”

[adventurouswind]

“I see, swamps? Hmm maybe there’s some nearby, somewhere but where did I see them last..? Oh! If you’re looking for places with ingredients, I know a few local pubs nearby with awesome food to try out. If you’re willing to, I also have a map in my supplies if you’re lost. Always best to carry one with you wherever you may wander, quite handy too!”

Bartz replies as he gets out a map of his world, he wondered if it could help the Qu out in some way. Boko kwehed a little as he stayed close to Bartz, curiously looking at Quina as he has never seen s/he before on their travels.

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| 🍬 |  Quina perks up at the revelation of information. It seemed this adventurer really knew where he was going, unlike s/he. “I no know what map is. Never use map before.” A vague memory appeals to the qu, a time where a weary traveler had wandered into s/he’s home swamp. They had been carrying a piece of paper in their hands, and had been looking intently. The qu also remembers they were devastated upon dropping it, proclaiming of how lost they would become. 

Perhaps this was a map? 

Quina bounces excitedly, peeking over Bartz shoulder to look at the map. Doing a double-take, s/he realizes that nothing looks similar to a swamp at all, and it mostly appears as some odd shapes. 

“Maybe I follow you. You follow map, and I follow you.” Quina decides, having already given up on trying to decipher the paper.