"Am I not going home?" she thought as Terra flashed her an odd grin, a wave of worry flushing over her. She'd never been homesick before, but she'd never wanted to wrap her arms around her mother as much as she did now. She stood up finally and squinted in the horizon, trying to look through but noticing that there was a crack in her glasses. Damn it! And she'd just gotten new ones! Fine, fine, ignore the crack. She looks into the distance and suddenly thinks, "This land is really nice, so unique, so whimsy..." But anyway, she finally decided to pay attention to the conversation that was going on; which was about clothing, to fit in. She didn't want to fit in, but she didn't want to make a scene about it...yet.