#⚔️ ┋ ❝ v'lastaia rhiki.

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@tetrabiblos

"Cat... ears? If I wasn't sure before, now I really know I'm far from Valisthea."

It's a mumble to himself, one that may have been a bit too loud by the way he sees a twitching ear in his direction. He really needs to stop voicing his thoughts aloud, but when your only companion is yourself and your dog, you tend to say things aloud to make you feel a little less insane.

"Er, sorry." Clive rubs the back of his neck, awkwardly. "It's... ah... I've just never seen someone so human with... non-human ears before." Great, Clive. Marquess of Rosaria, Dominant of Ifrit, Cid the Outlaw, and he still very much fumbles with words.

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Someone here knows Moogles. Somehow... Clive feels a little comforted by that. Granted, he has only met one in his life ( they didn't like to leave the forest; as a child he could not understand why one would want to hide away from the world, but as he's grown older he understands more than anyone ), but the fact that someone here knows what a Moogle even is, it's comforting to him. A sense of familiarity.

"There's one that lives in our Hideaway. He's the only one I've met, decided to venture off from the forest and somehow ended up with Cid..." He never got the story of why Nektar was even there. He'll have to ask the snarky Moogle when he returns. "He's a talkative one... at least, after he realized I was the only one who understood him."

"Have you met them yourself, then?"

moogles. she knew moogles well, but fuzzy wasn't always the first word to come to mind when she thought about the creatures. ( carefree .. mischievous .. some were even frightening in their bloodlust. ) v'lastaia held no ill will toward them. as it seemed to be, so long as one was friendly toward them, they would too return the favor.

" you're not the first, and likely not the last to make the mistake. " she's accepted such a truth, but the statement is made more so to brush off his apology, and the comment of rude mumblings. so that while her manner of speaking may have been blunt, she wasn't too far bothered by it. " you've met them ? moogles ? wings, and a pom, as well as their love of kupo nuts ? "

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Miqo'te ears.

"Alright, not a cat. Miqo'te." That must be the kind of race she is, he came to the conclusion. She must get that a lot, if she had no real reaction towards his words other than clarification. Well, aside from that little drag towards him. He kind of deserves it, though.

"Sorry again." Another apology, with a slight bow of his head. "There's not many people in my world with animal ears, if any at all. Aside from Moogles, but they're... fuzzy everywhere." And he's only met one in his whole life. Most humans seem to want to kill Nektar, so that's probably why Moogles are so hidden in Valisthea. "So you're a Miqo'te, not a cat, and the ears are real and pick up rude mumblings from equally rude people."

before he had even clarified his statement, she knew it to be directed toward her. sometimes it felt as if her ears were some beacon : either as an abnormality, or something familiar to those who knew of miqo'te.

" miqo'te ears. i'm no cat -- " her inflection holds no offense in it, but more so a clarification of her own : as if it were an important, necessary fact to know. v'lastaia reaches up and adjusts the white ribbon atop her head, her ears offering a small wiggle. " .. and yes, they're real .. pick up on all sorts of sounds. sometimes even things i would rather not hear. " lately she had begun to wonder just what kind of people might exist in others' worlds if they were not at all familiar with kinds similar to her in physical appearance.