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Our raised glasses clink.
I had, of course, heard rumours about the few Vieras that leave the woods to explore the outside world and live among humes, but to meet one… I hadn’t expected that. I had expected even less that she would agree to drink with me.
Fran travels alone. She, too, says she’s a sky pirate. What is she running away from? I wonder what she’d think about the Strahl, if I were to show it to her. Not that I want to impress her… but I like the way she looks at me. We don’t know each other yet, but through her eyes I feel like I can see the man I want to become.