"Should they know my history, I dare say, yes. If not, they claim what brought us here was banned magick...should those in charge decide to cover it up, it would not surprise me if they just got rid of us. Somehow."
It was what Yotsuyu herself might do, when faced with such a thing. Certainly the Garleans had taught her well. But the Anastarans haven't so far, and so she shrugs, just a little, and gestures to yet another tray full of teacups floating by.
At least she's not ranting around the airship and demanding to know if people know who she is--assuming that meant anything, anyway.
Another tray whizzes by, this one filled with what looks like an assortment of pastries from a number of countries arrayed upon it. Yotsuyu stops it with a hand, and then wrinkles her nose.
"Ugh, dango. How dreadful. Do you see anything you'd choose here?" Though she disdains the dango, Yotsuyu selects a small cup of persimmon pudding and a spoon, gracefully juggling them into position in her lap. Finishing her cup of tea, she sets it, too, on the tray.
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It was what Yotsuyu herself might do, when faced with such a thing. Certainly the Garleans had taught her well. But the Anastarans haven't so far, and so she shrugs, just a little, and gestures to yet another tray full of teacups floating by.
At least she's not ranting around the airship and demanding to know if people know who she is--assuming that meant anything, anyway.
Another tray whizzes by, this one filled with what looks like an assortment of pastries from a number of countries arrayed upon it. Yotsuyu stops it with a hand, and then wrinkles her nose.
"Ugh, dango. How dreadful. Do you see anything you'd choose here?" Though she disdains the dango, Yotsuyu selects a small cup of persimmon pudding and a spoon, gracefully juggling them into position in her lap. Finishing her cup of tea, she sets it, too, on the tray.