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[CrimsonMoon]

"... No, i'm sorry," Xena grumbles and sighs heavily

[Light]

Kitto stops and softly sighs "Mhm," she wobbles towards her uncertainly, trying not to trip. She hugs her, petting the back of her head gently, "There, there," she softly coos.

[CrimsonMoon]

Xena slumps into her arms and mutters,".. What is it with you people?" She asks jokingly yet tiredly

[Light]

"Nothing but the usual," she answers in a light tone. She uses her weight to support Xena, humming softly. "Your just... A flounder out of the sea and into a fish bowl, yes?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Im a fox in a bowl of sheep," she chuckles

[Light]

"Sheep and a flower," Kitto chirps happily, "Dont put me in with the fluffy flock, pale fox,"

[CrimsonMoon]

She smiles and murmurs," I'm here to fight for good.. Not much else.."

[Light]

"And I'm here to make sure and the fool don't die," she swings her side to side softly, "Okay?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Time skip?)

[Light]

(Yeeeeeeeeees~)

[CrimsonMoon]

The next mornig, Xena had changed out of the kimono an swapped back into her old clothing, she prayed to see the ither foreignor... She WANTED to see someone like her desperately...

[Light]

Kitto didn't come to see her in the morning, having been called to do something by the house. The other foreigner that had flown her here was in their library, writing books of all kinds. Mostly of things on the other plant and machines, but not once had he actually touched, or built one.

[CrimsonMoon]

She stands and eventually makes her way to the library, her once ragged clothing had transformed into a silken white shirt with silver seams and dark blue pants that could be mistaken for a skirt, her belt was a silver chain that she had hidden in a leather belt... Now one could see she was very high on the social ladder from the way she let her blue silver curls flow down her back and shoulders

[Light]

The older mans dark green hair was braided down his back, messy and unruly. He had on a thick leather jacket that trailed on the ground, his shirt made of plain linen and his pants dark and etched with signs of wear. He looks up, thick glasses sliding down his nose. He uses his hand to push them up--a hand that was covered with ink, which made him smear the black substance on his face, "OH! Hello,"

[CrimsonMoon]

She tilts her head and smiles at him.. She didnt recognize him and he didnt recognize her.. Good..." Hello.. I's relieving to finally see another Westerner.." She murmrs

[Light]

"Ahhh," he nods his head and sets down his quill, walking towards her, "Well met, mademoiselle, it is indeed a gift to see another from a home planet." his dark green eyes twinkle behind his glasses.

[CrimsonMoon]

She smiles and tilts her head in greeting, executjn the traditional salute before embracing him as a familiar would o their planet," What are you doing here, my brother?"

[Light]

"Ah, sister, the stars have brought me here." he pats her on the back, embracing her as well in a warm hug. "I can no longer see them from our mother planet, they do not like to look upon what goes on there anymore. So I came to where the stars smile upon the people,"

[CrimsonMoon]

She frowns and gazes at her elder 'brother' worriedly," The General has been growing worse of late.. Gasnt he?"

[Light]

He gives her a grave look from behind the glasses, the green expanse seeming to hold a light of their own. "I think, you know the answer in your heart, yes? This place is already within his sights I fear. You made quite the entrance, when we arrived."