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[color=DCDCDC]Neve bobbed her head at Galahad’s words before she raised her gaze to the sky. The grass had become much higher during the conversations passed around their number; its blades threatened to rub up against her chocobo’s beak and already tugged her robes as if they were the eager hands of children that reached up to touch her. On the other hand, the wind that cut through the expanse of fields was as harsh as ever and continued to roughly tousle her hair. It was by some miracle that she had caught the conversation between Arton and Izayoi and Leifur’s suggestion of stopping at Midgar, along with Eliane’s approval. There was nothing that she could say about Izayoi’s history, especially when she stated she didn’t want any sympathy. War was a terrible thing– she couldn’t begin to formulate an explanation as to why humans were so vicious and greedy, so angry and willing to destroy those who were weaker. How unfortunate it was that humanity simply couldn’t get along. 

Goug, who had been quietly following behind them with some difficulty, piped up at Leifur’s suggestion. [b]”We won’t reach Midgar by sunset, much less by dawn. The grass slows us down too much,”[/b] he chirruped. [b]”We’ll have to make camp at nightfall, kupo.”[/b]

Camp out there? Neve glanced at the others, then at the grass. How were they supposed to make a good site in the middle of the tall blades?[/color]