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[indent][color=silver][color=fff79a]"[i]I'll rent a chocobo to pull this along, and everyone can get into a carriage--we go straight to the Goblet![/i]"[/color]

The young Padjal inclined his head slightly. Picking up the shepherd's crook, the horned child had a confused look on his face as he uttered, [color=snow]"We're going straight to a cup?"[/color] Seriously, goblet? Had he heard that right? What did goblets or saucers or even full-sized dinner plates have to do with Free Companies or adventurer housing?

Following along with the others, the Padjal at first sat in the carriage... though as the ride progressed, the boy started looking back over his shoulder.  Then craning his head to try and see over the side of the carriage.  Then finally stood on his knees, with his body leaning over the railing so that he could look and see all the things.

He could see the housing district up ahead.

It did not, in fact, resemble a goblet in any way.  In his opinion anyway. Just who was in charge of naming these things?  At least Lavender Beds had actual lavender flowers... or so he was told, anyway.

Peering out from the opposite side from how Lyveva was facing, the boy hadn't seen whatever had caught the woman's attention.  But when she had hoped out and said that it was because of [b]a boy[/b], the woman had his attention.  Bounding from off the bench on the carriage, the small White Mage leapt down with a renewed sense of energy and purpose.

[color=snow]"I was just about the ask if there were any children here,"[/color] the Seedseer chimed, somewhat wistfully. [color=snow]"I'd rather like to meet one,"[/color] he added pensively.  It was rather difficult to meet any kids his age in Gridania.  For one, the Seedseer Council was forever occupying his time with studying, or meditation, or more studying.  And, two, the presence of the Woodwailers discouraged pretty much anyone from getting too close to one of the Hearers.  It made it difficult to even have a conversation with someone.  Particularly someone without horns on their head.

[color=snow]"...for purely professional reasons, of course,"[/color] the Padjal added, as his eyes darted off to the left for a moment.

Children needed healers from time to time after all.  

Not for any other reason.

...were there trees?  How did one build a proper fort in a desert such as this?[/color][/indent]