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[CrimsonMoon]

She follows and this time answers with a soft 'I do', quietly wondering over this girl's relationship with him

[Light]

She slows down in front of a flower bed, looking over each one with diligent care. "It bothers me. I'm happy someone else would think highly of him... But I feel like... you don't really do, do you?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Xena shrugs faitly,".... I dunno," she answers honestly, and she really DIDNT know...

[Light]

"Mm. I can understand--most of the clan don't know how they feel about him becoming leader after Lord Kin passes away." Her fingers weave through the branch in her hand, and she continues to walk. "He's different."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Thats good in THIS particular area," She replies bluntly, thinking back to the old man

[Light]

A faint smile spreads across her face, "I do not agree with the treatment he receives either. It's mostly because Kibo is the only one with the ability in the Raimon family to pilot a giant war armor."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... A Giant...?" She glances up," Then what was the small fry he was piloting when i first saw him?

[Light]

"Our... father doesn't approve of fighting. So that was the only thing the builders could scrap together." she shakes her head and raises her hand, covering her mouth, "Now that the red stone and armor is in Kibo's possession, he feels even more threatened."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... I could make him armor... He cannot use his enemies because that would just be... Uncouth.." She mumbles, glancig at the girl

[Light]

Her expression remains calm, more than most would react around the castle if they heard that, "Yes, it would. If I get you in there... can you do that for him?"

[CrimsonMoon]

She glances at the other girl and murmurs," Your green haired friend probably won't do it without half your treasurey... I can... If you canget me the parts.." Her blue hair seemed to shimmer as a cloud passes over one of two suns..

[Light]

Her pink hair dims under the loss of light, the white hue lightening, "I will." she holds her hand out, the sleeve slipping back so that the frail limb was visible, "My names Kitto. You have earned the trust of your first Easterner."

[CrimsonMoon]

Xena smiles and hesitantly reaches out to hake her hand," Just a hundred billion to go, huh?" She muses

[Light]

"More or less," she chimes, squeezing her hand gently, "My little brother being one of them. Now, let us finish our round before getting your parts."

[CrimsonMoon]

She nods and feels a bit more relaxed, her hand playing with the cloth of her precious bundle,"... Yes lets." She murmurs with a tiny nod... If only she could speed this along... The General was coming...

(And mothers told their frightened children at night 'the general is coming... And he will sell you horrible auto insurance..)

[Light]

"Mm. I find a good walk relaxing, it gives time for thought." She falls silent and slowly starts walking, the trail of her kimono covered in flower petals. "It helps with worries."

(LOL!)

[CrimsonMoon]

She blinks and hurries after the girl, crossing her arms over the bundle,"... Our cultures are so strange.." She concludes suddenly

[Light]

"The people within the cultures are the seed that strangeness comes from," she agrees in a sing-song voice.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Huh." Was Xena's short answer as she gazes around curiously, wondering if the other Westerner was near

[Light]

She slows down again, finally setting down the branch of blossoms in a spot of upturned earth. "Sa te ta," she muses, "Let us go play the not so enjoyable game of politics, shall we?"