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Chapter 2
ÒHikaru! Where have you been?!!Ó What only could have been HikaruÕs mother came rushing out of one of the houses and began to scold the girl for running off.
ÒBut Mama!Ó Hikaru cried, ÒLook! I found Mister Kuja! He was lost anÕ I saved Ôim!Ó
Kuja stepped in. ÒYes, milady. Miss Hikaru did save me from an assured death.Ó
ÒOh! You poor dear! You must be so cold! Please, do come inside. WeÕll get you warmed up, mÕdear.Ó HikaruÕs mother marched him straight inside and quickly thrust him a very full bowl of a stew of some sort. Kuja was very surprised about how good such country food could be to a starving aristocrat. He also received a large bundle of old clothing: country-style pants, a rough tunic, boots much larger than his feet, an overlarge coat and a somewhat itchy, wool hat. He had quickly dressed in HikaruÕs brotherÕs room, and thus followed both the girl and her mother outdoors and into a larger building, a Òtown hallÓ of sorts. By that time, everyone had heard of the strange newcomer with white hair (but he looks so young!), blue eyes, fair skin, odd, round ears and a tail.
Apparently, the whole village ate their dinners together. Everyone ate. To refuse something was often considered an insult to the cook. After a long while, Kuja managed to answer as many of the questions as he was willing to answer, tried to eat a little bit of everything, so that he would offend no one, and escape from their ever-inquisitive eyes. He stole away to a dark and quiet corner, where he decided to take a look around. The hall was a long building, with a dirt floor covered with straw and branches to keep in the heat, on the ceiling, herbs and drying fruit hung from the beams. A huge, rough wooden table was in the center of the room, and was the obvious gathering place of these twenty-five to thirty or so ÒDivineÓ people. A small settlement indeed.
ÒYouÕre obviously not from here,Ó a quiet, feminine, soprano, Kuja would say, voice spoke from the shadows. ÒYou look at them as if theyÕre animals, in a zoo. Not polite at all, wouldnÕt you say? Terran?Ó
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Chapter 2
ÒHikaru! Where have you been?!!Ó What only could have been HikaruÕs mother came rushing out of one of the houses and began to scold the girl for running off.
ÒBut Mama!Ó Hikaru cried, ÒLook! I found Mister Kuja! He was lost anÕ I saved Ôim!Ó
Kuja stepped in. ÒYes, milady. Miss Hikaru did save me from an assured death.Ó
ÒOh! You poor dear! You must be so cold! Please, do come inside. WeÕll get you warmed up, mÕdear.Ó HikaruÕs mother marched him straight inside and quickly thrust him a very full bowl of a stew of some sort. Kuja was very surprised about how good such country food could be to a starving aristocrat. He also received a large bundle of old clothing: country-style pants, a rough tunic, boots much larger than his feet, an overlarge coat and a somewhat itchy, wool hat. He had quickly dressed in HikaruÕs brotherÕs room, and thus followed both the girl and her mother outdoors and into a larger building, a Òtown hallÓ of sorts. By that time, everyone had heard of the strange newcomer with white hair (but he looks so young!), blue eyes, fair skin, odd, round ears and a tail.
Apparently, the whole village ate their dinners together. Everyone ate. To refuse something was often considered an insult to the cook. After a long while, Kuja managed to answer as many of the questions as he was willing to answer, tried to eat a little bit of everything, so that he would offend no one, and escape from their ever-inquisitive eyes. He stole away to a dark and quiet corner, where he decided to take a look around. The hall was a long building, with a dirt floor covered with straw and branches to keep in the heat, on the ceiling, herbs and drying fruit hung from the beams. A huge, rough wooden table was in the center of the room, and was the obvious gathering place of these twenty-five to thirty or so ÒDivineÓ people. A small settlement indeed.
ÒYouÕre obviously not from here,Ó a quiet, feminine, soprano, Kuja would say, voice spoke from the shadows. ÒYou look at them as if theyÕre animals, in a zoo. Not polite at all, wouldnÕt you say? Terran?Ó
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