Karst was apt to respond to Alphonse's question (they had introduced themselves somewhere in the interim), when an unusual splash of green caught her eye. Light green she remembered as moss and lichens on rocks, dark, deep green as the color of the few trees that lived near Prox.
This was the brilliant green of southern foliage-- and it was on the head of a little Southern girl, who didn't look like all the (Isaac) locals. And while Karst came from a village where hair colors ranged from light yellow to pale violet to deep red and bright blue, green was a new one, particularly that shade of green. And then she noticed that the little Southern girl was not dressed against the "cold" the way Southerners were, in a light shift, and that she was curled up against a building and shivering weakly.
Karst'd had her natural defenses against the cold stripped away once. She hadn't exactly enjoyed it, the realization that she was slowly dying because of something her body should naturally resist. She vaguely wondered how it felt to a Southerner, who had never had such defenses against the cold.
At any rate, it was obvious the little Southern girl needed help, and that she was most likely unrelated to the one Karst wanted dead, so Karst made the necessary deviation in her path and picked up the shivering creature, returning a moment later to Alphonse with the girl in her arms (heavy! but not too much so) and a reply to his question.
"The grand chimeras of the Northern Reaches all have three heads-- and they're quite the menace. They're not very intelligent, but it doesn't take intelligence to be dangerous." For a moment, she recalled Agatio, abandoning brains for brawn and yet still capable of using murderously powerful Psynergy-- Meteor Crush, Rising Dragon-- against any percieved opponents. "Nothing needs to be clever, when they've got so much power..." And those who didn't have such power needed the cleverness to save their skins.
"Interesting," she said of the artificial plants. Actually, she recognized precious materials, gold and silver and gems, but she couldn't comprehend why such materials would be used to represent grass. Oh, well, since when did Southerners do anything sensible, anyway?
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This was the brilliant green of southern foliage-- and it was on the head of a little Southern girl, who didn't look like all the (Isaac) locals. And while Karst came from a village where hair colors ranged from light yellow to pale violet to deep red and bright blue, green was a new one, particularly that shade of green. And then she noticed that the little Southern girl was not dressed against the "cold" the way Southerners were, in a light shift, and that she was curled up against a building and shivering weakly.
Karst'd had her natural defenses against the cold stripped away once. She hadn't exactly enjoyed it, the realization that she was slowly dying because of something her body should naturally resist. She vaguely wondered how it felt to a Southerner, who had never had such defenses against the cold.
At any rate, it was obvious the little Southern girl needed help, and that she was most likely unrelated to the one Karst wanted dead, so Karst made the necessary deviation in her path and picked up the shivering creature, returning a moment later to Alphonse with the girl in her arms (heavy! but not too much so) and a reply to his question.
"The grand chimeras of the Northern Reaches all have three heads-- and they're quite the menace. They're not very intelligent, but it doesn't take intelligence to be dangerous." For a moment, she recalled Agatio, abandoning brains for brawn and yet still capable of using murderously powerful Psynergy-- Meteor Crush, Rising Dragon-- against any percieved opponents. "Nothing needs to be clever, when they've got so much power..." And those who didn't have such power needed the cleverness to save their skins.
"Interesting," she said of the artificial plants. Actually, she recognized precious materials, gold and silver and gems, but she couldn't comprehend why such materials would be used to represent grass. Oh, well, since when did Southerners do anything sensible, anyway?