You will remember me

Excitement raced through her veins and she followed her mother to the no man’s land between Ivalice and Yfir.  Watching the dealings between two alphas was an excellent learning opportunity and Naudir certainly didn’t want to miss it though she found herself becoming distracted every now and then by the weather.  On the southern horizon clouds were billowing up into towers and she had no doubt that the sounds of Thor’s hammer would echo across the lands to the south.  Would the storm make it this far north before satiating itself?  She wasn’t sure.  The girl was still learning about the weather patterns.  She’d have to bother Hárekr about it later.

Branwen, her white crow companion, rested easily on her back just behind her shoulderblades.  Balthazaar was out scavenging for which the female was grateful.  She loved Zaar she really did but she was here to watch and learn and she didn’t need the mouthy grump interjecting his opinion… not that he probably would risk it with Katja there.  All the same this was a chance to learn and she would do her best to be a good student.

Naudir arrived shortly after her mother and sat behind the older woman and off to her right, Branwen fluttering up to rest on her right shoulder.  The alphess of Ivalice soon answered.  She seemed to be the same age as Naudir’s mother, a lovely woman in her own right.  Naudir glanced to her mother then back again as the foreign alphess spoke.  Naudir kept silent.  If Katja wished the other woman to know her name she was sure that Katja would introduce her, she wasn’t sure it was her place to speak.


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