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After she herself finished talking, Kula couldn't help but smile a little bit as she watched the Fytali answered soon after, her eye trailing up from its previous low position that was carefully examining the little scratches in her desk. He looked like a wheyfish caught in the hunt being asked the question, and struggled to find an answer. The one he eventually found was lackluster, but... she couldn't help but like that awkwardness. There was something about it that gave Kula the feeling he was genuine and kind person. Not wanting to stare for even a millisecond, she kept her eye to the front, however.
As Caris stated his intentions for being an explorer, her eyes widened a little bit. Kyrik? She'd heard that name before. At first she thought she was making up memories in her head, but she'd definitely heard it before. She could remember Dex, her old mentor from the North, recieting that name. She couldn't remember in what context, but she'd definitely heard of it. She smiled to herself for a moment at the nice coincidence, before her eyes trailed to the floor guiltily at the thought of poor old Dex. She didn't know much about Reylla, but her reasons were what Kula would've expected. Making her own way; seizing the chance of exploration when she heard about the concept. It felt like she lived so freely. Perhaps that was one of the keys to her fearlessness.
The group parted with the strong words of the other Southern Sári in the building that seemed to leave the room in silence. Kula hadn't noticed her until now, and a little surge of some sort of good feeling went through her stomach. She hadn't seen one of her kind in what felt like forever, and it seemed rare for a Southern Sári to become an explorer; likely for refusal to leave the wonderful comfort of their homeplace, or to leave the many honoured families that lay deep within the sea. Kula suddenly didn't feel so alien anymore. She wondered what family the other girl was from. She wanted to talk about her homeland; the bluey seas, the wonderful environment, almost as if she was a child in pre-school again. Soon, however, the words of Geriza made it evident it was time to leave.
They arrived. She heard the explanation, and it was straightforward enough, yet the addition of a catch was obvious. There would be some sort of horrid trap; some sort of disgusting beast, but Kula had come to expect it by now. She just had to stay sharp and push through whatever grime or filth was thrown at her in one of the three darkened entrances. Her body behind the elder Fytáli's as he finished talking and began to smoke on his pipe, Kula looked at the terrace for a moment, before continuing on their makeshift conversation from where he'd left it in the classroom.
"I ponder when that day will come: the one when I finally understand you, Geriza. You seem to have a habit of keeping everything mysterious." She pursed her deep silver lips, a blue eye flickering ahead like a lamp as she continued with a less serious tone. "...But, for now... what wonderful things have you stuffed in here for us, I wonder..." Kula sighed, a half-joking/half-dreading smile forming on her lips. She began to walk away, but paused, seemingly ready to say something else. All it ended up being, however, was a quiet: "See you in the morning." The short figure rejoined her two colossal allies, her eyes squinting at the terrace.
Pausing for a moment in thought, Kula felt strange. A very quiet, high-pitched hum was filling her ears; her muscles were getting stiff. It was a feeling she wasn't expecting: excitement. Grinding her pointed teeth and shaking her head slightly, she tried to throw the foolish feeling away. A state of calm was all she needed right now. Being with the two people (and animal) she knew helped with that a lot; it was almost as if their very presence was emanating some kind of soothing aura. She wouldn't have minded being paired with strangers, but being paired with one from the suspiciously disrespectful group would've been the last thing she wanted.
The young Sári tightened the bandage on the one half of her face, before taking a gulp of the woody, sweet-smelling air that calmed her nerves. It wasn't anything like the fresh and gorgeous smell of the southern seas, but this foreign smell was still undeniably wonderful.
"...Ready, then?" Kula quietly asked to her two comrades as she looked ahead of her. Whilst her eyes weren't completely purged of fear, her slender and silvery body faced forward with no signs of hesitation.
As Caris stated his intentions for being an explorer, her eyes widened a little bit. Kyrik? She'd heard that name before. At first she thought she was making up memories in her head, but she'd definitely heard it before. She could remember Dex, her old mentor from the North, recieting that name. She couldn't remember in what context, but she'd definitely heard of it. She smiled to herself for a moment at the nice coincidence, before her eyes trailed to the floor guiltily at the thought of poor old Dex. She didn't know much about Reylla, but her reasons were what Kula would've expected. Making her own way; seizing the chance of exploration when she heard about the concept. It felt like she lived so freely. Perhaps that was one of the keys to her fearlessness.
The group parted with the strong words of the other Southern Sári in the building that seemed to leave the room in silence. Kula hadn't noticed her until now, and a little surge of some sort of good feeling went through her stomach. She hadn't seen one of her kind in what felt like forever, and it seemed rare for a Southern Sári to become an explorer; likely for refusal to leave the wonderful comfort of their homeplace, or to leave the many honoured families that lay deep within the sea. Kula suddenly didn't feel so alien anymore. She wondered what family the other girl was from. She wanted to talk about her homeland; the bluey seas, the wonderful environment, almost as if she was a child in pre-school again. Soon, however, the words of Geriza made it evident it was time to leave.
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They arrived. She heard the explanation, and it was straightforward enough, yet the addition of a catch was obvious. There would be some sort of horrid trap; some sort of disgusting beast, but Kula had come to expect it by now. She just had to stay sharp and push through whatever grime or filth was thrown at her in one of the three darkened entrances. Her body behind the elder Fytáli's as he finished talking and began to smoke on his pipe, Kula looked at the terrace for a moment, before continuing on their makeshift conversation from where he'd left it in the classroom.
"I ponder when that day will come: the one when I finally understand you, Geriza. You seem to have a habit of keeping everything mysterious." She pursed her deep silver lips, a blue eye flickering ahead like a lamp as she continued with a less serious tone. "...But, for now... what wonderful things have you stuffed in here for us, I wonder..." Kula sighed, a half-joking/half-dreading smile forming on her lips. She began to walk away, but paused, seemingly ready to say something else. All it ended up being, however, was a quiet: "See you in the morning." The short figure rejoined her two colossal allies, her eyes squinting at the terrace.
Pausing for a moment in thought, Kula felt strange. A very quiet, high-pitched hum was filling her ears; her muscles were getting stiff. It was a feeling she wasn't expecting: excitement. Grinding her pointed teeth and shaking her head slightly, she tried to throw the foolish feeling away. A state of calm was all she needed right now. Being with the two people (and animal) she knew helped with that a lot; it was almost as if their very presence was emanating some kind of soothing aura. She wouldn't have minded being paired with strangers, but being paired with one from the suspiciously disrespectful group would've been the last thing she wanted.
The young Sári tightened the bandage on the one half of her face, before taking a gulp of the woody, sweet-smelling air that calmed her nerves. It wasn't anything like the fresh and gorgeous smell of the southern seas, but this foreign smell was still undeniably wonderful.
"...Ready, then?" Kula quietly asked to her two comrades as she looked ahead of her. Whilst her eyes weren't completely purged of fear, her slender and silvery body faced forward with no signs of hesitation.