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[Fang's up...somewhere pretty high, up on the rooftop of a building. Looks like she's pulling a Batman and getting her brood on. She is in heavier, drabber clothing than usual (to her displeasure), save the scarf around her neck, which looks a fair bit more elaborate. Her spear is propped up nearby.

It almost seems as if she doesn't know she's being recorded, but then she speaks up:]

'Round this time of year, in Oerba — that's where I'm from — there would be big hunting parties. A last little bit of celebration before the chill and the frost set in from the mountains nearby. Suppose that'd be my version of this "Krissmiss" thing you lot have been going on about.

[She picks up the spear and stands to her feet. Stretches her free arm over her head.] When things started to go south, with the war and all...

[Another bout of stretching...] ...we couldn't do that no more. Not enough groups to go hunting, you see, and the land wasn't safe. The animals scattered. I figure they were smarter than we were. That's not much of a holiday story though, is it? Guess I'm in a reminiscing mood. But I was wondering: is there anything to hunt around here? Anything safe to eat? A spar'll only go so far.

[She tilts her head.] Have any of you ever hunted for your own food? There's gotta be someone around here who's not like... [Cocoon people. She waves a hand.]

Point is, I'm starting to go stir-crazy. Even Cocoon had some nature, here and there.

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As I've come to realize, yes. I would not think the potions I sought to make to be so important in the time between missions--but it seems that they are just as important now as they will be on the field. Should you want to make an expedition, I would be honored to assist you.

[The l'Cie are resilient to a lot of damage, but Fang's not going to turn away the extra help, especially not from Larsa. She likes him.] You'll be the first one I ask if I go, kiddo.

[A tug at her scarf...] Thanks for the gift, by the way. 'Fraid I didn't get you anything myself...still trying to figure out this holiday. I owe you one.

Oh--it was a gift, there's no need to give anything in return. There is little I need or want, nonetheless. [ his chuckles are quiet and hesitant, somewhat halting--the thought of being given a present in return is admittedly a surprise, and one he isn't sure he'd like... ] I am, however, thankful you seem to like it.

[ a little pause, as he fidgets, pulling on the fingertips of his white gloves, almost about to pull them off. ] Now that you've spoken of adventuring, I must admit to becoming "stir-crazy", myself.

Hey, I don't mind. Maybe I'll just owe you a favor. Who knows? You might need a little help one day.

[She smiles, a little. It's almost fond.] Reading's not keeping you preoccupied? [A pause...she tucks a stray braid behind her ear.] Was never much of a reader, myself. Vanille liked it more.

I shall know whom to call when that time comes.

[ at the mention of reading, he looks rather sheepish, before sobering. ] And Vanille is your...?

My friend. We've known each other since we were kids. [A wry grin.] She's always been less of a troublemaker than I am.

[ friends...

it's still kind of a foreign concept to Larsa--that kind of friendship is, anyway. ]

Ah. [ his voice is quiet. ] Is she here, with you?

Yeah. She just got here not too long ago. It's a relief to have her close by.

I am glad.

It is truly a relief to know most here do have someone to turn to from their own homes.

It'd be more of a relief if everyone I knew was here, but small favors...

[She trails off, and studies Larsa for a bit.] You all right?

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