Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20160330064202/@comment-24416658-20160403171247

Nacoma thanked the Mother that Seiriol didn't hear any of that, since she was too busy trying to talk to a visibly uncomfortable Hafleikr. She kept talking about airships, and wind patterns, and so many other subjects that Hafleikr likely did not care about.

"I can't believe these people are fourth years." Anastasia commented quietly. Looking at how they acted, she had to wonder. Was her team going to be like this in the future? She could see herself doing that somewhat, but nobody else. Nacoma and Hafleikr were too serious, and Seiriol, no matter what happened, was always so innocent that it hurt. She sighed.

"Never judge by appearances, Ana," Nacoma whispered back, "That's what my father tells every new Pilgrim. Outward looks matter not when compared to one's soul."

"Do you have any idea how cheesy that sounds?" Anastasia scoffed, rolling her eyes, "But I get it. I'll, uh, try to keep an open mind." She looked past the team in front of them.

"How long is the trip going to be?" she asked the people ahead, "Just wondering."