[color=fff79a][b][h3][center]Berke Bayamaar[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

It seemed it was worse than merely being isolated from the rest; the poor girl almost seemed to have a speech impediment. Whether it was exactly that or just nerves shot to all hell, Berke was starting to see why she might have chosen not to join the others. It was not something she should be judged for, however, and instead it would just mean he would have to take extra time with her. His dad had once told him that when it came to those that seemed "impaired" that he should never point it out or treat them differently for it, as the last thing anyone wanted was to be treated like they were some kindof 'other'. Elsa Urzenheim was just another friend, albeit one he might have to wait patiently for her to form sentences, but he didn't mind that one bit.

[color=fff79a]"Haha, no need to call me "Mr.", Elsa. Nobody used any of those 'honorifics' or such back in Altay. That's where I'm from, by the way. It's a tiny little place out in Swazivan. So remote I never would have thought I'd end up somewhere so large and important. Funny, isn't it? How about you? Where did you come from?"[/color] He thought it only natural and polite to ask her about her origins after rambling about his for a short bit. As might be expected from someone from a teeny hamlet like Altay, Berke did not recognise the Urzenheim name as anything important. Aside from the more connected denizens, one could easily expect an Altayan to be incapable of naming the significant families of the realm beyond the Imperial house.

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[color=f6989d][b][h3][center]Mycona Frisa[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

Mycona had continued to observe the pair that had spoken of ghosts, in spite of them having turned to speaking among themselves, until she was interrupted by somebody else. She recognised this one. She was the one that had made things very warm back at the test area. She had gathered from Professor Leere that this one was called "Rayne". She was attempting to apologise for something, but Mycona did not understand what she meant. First she said something about being a "big dummy", but while she was certainly big, Mycona could plainly see she was not made of any of the materials usually put into constructing industrial dummies, so she did not understand what she meant by that. She said she was "different from what she was used to", but Mycona had no idea what she was 'used to', and neither did she understand why that prompted a feeling of guilt on her behalf. Lastly she told she had a "unique way of talking", but as mother had told her, everyone was unique, so she still did not understand the problem. Ultimately, Mycona had never realised that the girl had actually been in any way mean to her earlier, as she understand her questioning of her confusion over names to be hostile in any way, whether it was meant to be or not.

However, this was the first person to properly approach her since the one called "Rikka", that communicated in writing, so Mycona was not going to waste this opportunity. Unlike with Rikka and so many before her, she was armed with new knowledge imparted to her by Leonora on how to find friends. Leonora had explained to her earlier that it was best to engage potential friends in casual conversation the same way she had with her parents back home in order to encourage the growth of 'friendship'. Mycona had already mentally prepared multiple points of conversation that she could remember from back home.

[color=f49ac2]"I do not understand why you apologise, but I know to 'forgive and forget'."[/color] Leonora had told her that it was important to acknowledge what others had said and respond to it, so that was what she did first. Additionally, mother had told her that when someone did something wrong and apologised, it was best to 'forgive and forget'. [color=f49ac2]"How are you today?"[/color] She followed up with, not missing a beat. Mother always asked her that, so it must be a crucial part of making conversation. Once answered, there were many other conversational questions Mycona could remember, just waiting to be asked. 

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