Julia Verne
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His words were well meant and she understood, but in the back of her head there was a nagging, strangely akin to murkrow's voice. She comprehended what her father had done and Clyde only made it clearer, but she wished that she hadn't been so hard on him all her life. She wished she could have gotten to know someone like him better. Where had his adventures been? Who was he before he settled down? It was a conversation she intended to hold with The Wizard when they came in contact again. No doubt he would recognize the unique staff she possessed. "I understand," she said slowly as they took a seat, overlooking the field of flowers that had a wonderful aroma. She glanced down at the ground and pulled out some grass in her own mild discomfort. "I just wish that no one had to suffer in this world. It is a childish wish, but it is what I stand for as a healer. To think that someone so close to me... my own father, had to go through all this and I was blind to it.." she tore out a large clump and then opened her palm to suddenly stare at her own anger as if she were looking in a mirror. Frantically, she threw the grass away, not liking the reflection she saw.

She pulled her knees up to her chest, dwelling more on things that were outside her simple family that just happened to have more depth to it. "Why must we hurt to achieve peace? Must there be a sacrifice?... If everyone were more open minded there would be no reason for war or strife. But it seems that people cannot simply set aside their differences... If we lived like pokemon, everything would be so much simpler," she grumbled, but then heard the compliment that was given to her. The idealistic afterthoughts were suddenly pushed aside and she glanced over at Clyde. "W-w-what?" she babbled. Greater than any warrior? He was trying to flatter her. Wise? Strong? She felt herself laughing a bit awkwardly and a little louder than she should have. The laughter was meant to act as a shield for her own embarrassment, but when Clyde didn't join along she ended up cutting off.

"Ha? ..." she cleared and throat and looked up. "Why?" she finally managed.