Radical Dreamer

She almost commented that Ayla had basically said the same thing she did, jsut with a more positive spin. But the woman was damn charismatic and hearing her speak so passionately brought Kid's mood up as well.

She clapped for the woman, trying to ignore the looming sense of 'didn't I say something like that a while back... about Radical Dreamers?'. She didn't like to think about those memories too much, it only gave her headaches.

   *magus spoke in hushed voices. “I was once known as Janus of Zeal. She is here??? I was advised I might find her…   Schala…”    

   *Magus went a little paler than usual, unsure if he was about to be recognized as the dark lord of the fiends or as someone else. Too many personas… shouldve worn a mask… oh well…    

   *glares* …I thought you were someone else, but I am surely mistaken.   *walks off, but amulet hangs from his hip as always*  

“Eh...?” What a weirdo. She shakes her head, only to have her attention grabbed by the glint of an item hanging off the man’s belt. Didn’t look valuable enough to steal per se, but it was oddly familiar. Instinct called the girl to reach down to her own pouch, to ensure she still had it on her person.

   “Nothing. Nevermind…” “She looked so much like her though…”    

…!!

Sch-… uhh…

Nah it can’t be…

“Aw man, an I didn even get you a thing.” She turns the compass over in her hand, running a thumb along the engraving and the smooth metal between.  “I’m gonna owe you fer this one mate.”