[ Zoey's question catches the attention of another young girl who appears just as lost, but her growing frustration with the entire predicament both have found themselves thrown into shows in her sour expression. She's clearly out of both her comfort zone and time itself, wandering about in a long, expensive-looking gown, simple jewelry adorning her neck and ears, and the sheathed sword she's clinging to for dear life.
Her eyes fixate on Zoey and she pushes past the locals asking her questions about her clothes and other nonsense. Her forehead has long broken out in sweat no thanks to this weather. This heat is making her sick to her stomach. ]
You! [ Aureole calls without hesitation, still frowning. ] Are you... lost as well? I heard you, didn't I?
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Her eyes fixate on Zoey and she pushes past the locals asking her questions about her clothes and other nonsense. Her forehead has long broken out in sweat no thanks to this weather. This heat is making her sick to her stomach. ]
You! [ Aureole calls without hesitation, still frowning. ] Are you... lost as well? I heard you, didn't I?