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	[color=00FA9A]"State-us...,"[/color] Miiba sounded out quietly after Lear said it. When he mentioned not being able to go to the Maker's Temple, Miiba had a small idea of her own. [color=00FA9A]"Maybe if Miiba not look like gob later, Miiba go maybe?"[/color] she asked. Miiba was a little nervous being so close to the wilderness again. Her previous experiences with the wilds of the world were things of her nightmares, and where as before she was always told nightmares were fake and the monsters weren't real, now that all seemed to be a reality. It was no surprise by this way of thinking that when the pixie came barreling through the woods towards them, she let out a small cry of panic. Though, it seemed that Lear was quick to action and was already prepared for whatever it was, which ended up just being a pixie. They initial surprise caused Miiba to curl up in gear at the sudden action, but then she quickly scrambled behind Lear for protection, much like a child would hide behind their own father. And like that, when Lear laughed and asked if it scared her she peered around and shyly nodded. Out of all the creatures she had run across, the pixies scared her the least, but she wasn't too fond of the times she was around them, the image of the one that attacked her was still fresh in her memory. When Lear assured her that the things that were stirred up from the blast were just trying to get to safety and wouldn't attack them, for the most art, she seemed to relax a bit, but she now stayed even closer on Lear's heels. She would peek at the pixie from behind Lear, or turn to look at him if they were walking off. Something was odd about that pixie, she wasn't sure what, but curiosity hasn't been kind to her, so she kept silent on her gut feeling for now.

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