[ Even if Ethlyn doesn't giggle outright, Celes feels a prickle of embarrassment on the back of her neck, even as she keeps a cool face: ]
You'd be right to be wary. The capital was the empire's center of industry, and... you could say it had its eyes on the sky, not the ground.
[ It's odd to talk about Vector. It'd been her home, but she hadn't known how much it wasn't home until recently, not the way Figaro was Edgar and Sabin's, or the Mobliz orphanage was Terra's. And now it was gone. ]
Watch your head --
[ She sends the fishing line skimming overhead and into the waves, before giving Ethlyn an amiable nod. ]
Celes Chere. I... I guess I'm the newest flock of migratory birds who've drifted here. They say this place is a prison, but it feels more like a holiday retreat.
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You'd be right to be wary. The capital was the empire's center of industry, and... you could say it had its eyes on the sky, not the ground.
[ It's odd to talk about Vector. It'd been her home, but she hadn't known how much it wasn't home until recently, not the way Figaro was Edgar and Sabin's, or the Mobliz orphanage was Terra's. And now it was gone. ]
Watch your head --
[ She sends the fishing line skimming overhead and into the waves, before giving Ethlyn an amiable nod. ]
Celes Chere. I... I guess I'm the newest flock of migratory birds who've drifted here. They say this place is a prison, but it feels more like a holiday retreat.