A moment, and the princess nodded, shifting to allow Ansem to sit beside her. She sighed a little, softly, still not seeing Mao on his way. She took out her journal, wondering if perhaps she ought to contact Mao. Usually, she was so much more patient than this; she didn't know what was troubling her so about the stranger, or the situation.
For the moment, Yorda chose to remain silent, merely looking through the recent entries on the message boards. She'd learned to keep up with them in case something happened while she was wandering, and it gave her something to do while she waited.
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For the moment, Yorda chose to remain silent, merely looking through the recent entries on the message boards. She'd learned to keep up with them in case something happened while she was wandering, and it gave her something to do while she waited.