[color=gray][indent][right][h1][color=983c34]Ripley Lennox[/color][/h1][/right][right][sub][hr][color=9d362f]Mentions:[/color] All airport-goers??  [color=9d362f]Location:[/color] Byjerlfal City Airport[/sub][/right][hr]
[/indent][indent]Ripley was almost oblivious to the chaos around him as he made his way towards the sign-holder, his bright, excited mood evident on his wide-eyed face. It was a few moments before he could manage to buizel his way through the crowd and finally be within conversation distance of their yet-to-be-met guide.

The dark-haired woman, and her sign-wielding partner, emerged from one of the waiting crowds to greet him welcomingly - as well as others. A handful of what Ripley could only assume was similarly-Camphor-involved individuals began to emerge from the swathes of people around them. Ripley responded with a playful bow as Camphor's assistant made their greeting. [color=983c34]"Hellllooo, Ms. Frieda! Thank you for the welcome!~"[/color] He greeted in turn with a smile. The small Zorua that sat upon his luggage offered its own wave as well, as its trainer straightened his posture once again, and blew his bangs out of his face. Any of the aforementioned trainers would receive an equally bright wave from the boy too, should they look over to him.

[color=983c34]"This is all so exciting! I can't wait to start already!"[/color]

Usually, Ripley wasn't [i]quite[/i] so rambunctious, but he found himself not being able to contain his energy - the adrenaline of all the new experiences to come was rushing through his veins, and he could honestly hardly compose himself. Even so, he took a moment to pause at Frieda's offer to answer any questions they might've had. Maybe it was the adrenaline flooding his brain, or the simple fact that he wasn't really sure what to ask, but he couldn't for the life of him come up with any sort of inquiry for her.
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