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	[color=00FA9A]"E-eventually... maybe,"[/color] Miiba echoed Scott in thought. Miiba looked to the kitchen and saw the white hawk from earlier that she followed here as it flew to Lear. She had a strong urge to want to pet it, and one could almost see the thought in her eyes, though she was interuppted by a poking from under the table. It was Reuben, trying to ask them to come closer to talk under the table. Miiba giggled and crawled under, plopping down exitedly at the chance to talk with another kid.His questions though, she knew nothing about, her head tilting a bit as she thought. [color=00FA9A]"Miiba no know bout 'sum-mon-ing'. Miiba just end up here. Remember Miiba be girl, but then, remember Miiba be gob, things between...fuzzy. Make Miiba head hurt. No remember king,"[/color] Miiba said, her feet out in front of her waving side to side. [color=00FA9A]"Miiba not hero, too tiny, not strong, but Miiba want to be! Miiba be hero, and persons like heroes, so persons then like Miiba! No have to hide, and can have more friends! And friends help Miiba find home!"[/color] she said a tad excitedly.