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[B]Mindaro Mondays - Galla[/B]

"[color=DFFF00]Is that so.[/color]"

Galla watched as the redhead next to her turned back to the skies once more, before silently pulling her unblinking gaze away as well. She was already retrieving her folded-up newspaper, spreading it open to a random pair of pages. It was a Valic tabloid she had obtained for free on the airship ride from Mistral. There was little distinction between the material it contained and that of papers from her native city, only differing in the coverage of local affairs. Her hazel eyes glanced down at the familiar black ink of the printed words, taking in the information that the newspaper sought to provide her. They were covering local affairs.

It was irrelevant to her. There was no necessity for her to learn of events that would have little effect in Mistral. 

It didn't really matter.