[center][b][h2]Kareet of Arcaeda[/h2][/b][/center]

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For Kareet, even just those few days of waiting gave her no small measure of frustration. She understood the plan. Gar’Tan was going to assist them with some means they had of translating their language. Kareet did not exactly understand how, but the Humans seemed confident it would work. She would just have to hope they were right. 

Over the course of a few days, Kareet did manage to get detailed sketches of the Jotunheim from just about every angle, as well as the strange metal golems that seemed to stand guard around the ship. However, there was only so much she could do from outside, and she hoped the irritation would be worth the wait. 

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Finally, the time seemed to be coming. It was early morning, four days after their first real conversation, and both Vigdis and Itxaro had emerged from the Jotunheim. Kareet stayed back at first, but she was close enough to hear the exchange between Vigdis and Nellara. There was some object on her arm that actually seemed to be speaking S’toric. Presumably, it was speaking aloud what Vigdis said in her own tongue, and did the same in reverse when Nellara replied. That alone ignited a flurry of questions within her mind, but at this point, it was just more to add to the list. However, there would certainly be no more waiting for Kareet. 

As quickly as she could, Kareet gathered what she felt she would need: her notes, of course, and a few pens. She also grabbed the book that Itxaro had gifted her. She could not read it, so she had just tucked it away as she focused on other matters, but now if she could speak to the Humans, she might be able to learn more about it. Vigdis was speaking with Nellara, and Itxaro appeared to be approaching Shirik. Either way she was going to have to intrude on someone, but she truly did not care. She was not waiting any longer.