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Not everyone realizes just how chatty and inquisitive the woman can be when left to her own devices. Waiting for Remiel to be ready for whatever endeavor is before them today (like a trek through Fontaine's forest) has left with ample time to speak with Npcs in the area and find something to momentarily entertain herself with. Anything to pass the time waiting for him.

How was she supposed to know this stupidly mundane quest was going to take an eternity to complete? There was a part of her that had half a mind to abandon it but by the point she'd done so much looting that it seemed like a waste not to finish the job. That and she was incredibly stubborn. The farfetched she'd spent much of the last.... she wasn't even sure how long, chasing down reminded her of her own. The obnoxious sirfetched was always intent on sparring with her.

The fiery lash she's become quite partial to cuts through the falling hail she has kept perpetually in the area. It has, so far, been a reasonable deterrent for those that might try to snatch her spawns or otherwise interfere. A near free reign on the area has not been enough to complete it however.

The sizzle, the smoke, the ice gives way to the sight of his armor. Golden eyes lock on him, face surprisingly calm despite the growing annoyance beneath the surface. "I'm starting to despise this pokemon." she states, greeting informal despite the air of politeness she usually keeps up. Especially around him.

Remiel Calcifet