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Hy-Brasil stood atop a short apartment building. She had set out for the night with no set plan and thus found herself standing around doing....well, nothing. She was starting to think of all of this patroling stuff as non-sense. Right now she could be tucked at home in her bed or relaxing on the couch with Reilly curled up by her feet. But no, she was outside, powered up as a page of Earth and it was winter.

She sighed, a flash of mist escaping her mouth in the process, and ran a hand through her hair, careful of the small braids that were scattered through her locks. "I should just go home." She mused aloud and turned to look in the direction of her apartment and realized she had managed to traipse a fairly decent distance from home. At this point it wasn't worth it to turn around.

Suddenly a flash of something caught her attention. A feeling of a sort. She never really understood what these odd instincts were but her gut instinct was to trust them and this time, whatever it was, felt similar to herself? It was odd, but she accepted that comparison.

Glancing around the night, she eventually found the direction the feeling had come from and it wasn't long until she saw a figure moving towards her. Narrowing her eyes, Hy-Brasil tried to get a better look at who it was but had no luck with the figure popping in and out of darkness. With nothing better to do she skipped across the rooftops to meet up with whomever it was. She'd be lying if she said she was at least a bit curious.

"Over here!" She called when she stopped on the roof of an old theatre that had been converted into a now two duplex movie theater. It managed to stay in business thanks to the nostalgia feeling of being in an old theater than the abundance of movies it played. Still, it was quiet with the late hour, and no one would likely see two people standing on top of it.

Hy-Brasil eyed the notebook that the other page had pulled from her jacket. Interesting. She assumed that the girl must have put it there after powering up considering Hy-Brasil had noted that anything she carried seemed to disappear. A good thing to keep note of for the future if she ever needed to tote things around. After all, the bodice would work well to tuck small items in if needed.

"Hy-Brasil, a page of Earth." She introduced herself with a smile and nod. "Do you always carry around a notebook with you?" She gestured to the small pad and pencil the girl had with her head. "Rather genius, actually." She chuckled. "There's been so much to learn and things I've just discovered on my own that having something to jot stuff down on would be really helpful. I mean, that's what I assume you're doing with it?"

She sighed and crossed her arms just under her chest, hugging them close to her. "I am sorry to say that I don't think I'll be much help in filling any of those pages up for you though."

A stray breeze pulled at her hair and slitted skirt, forcing her to tuck the red strands back behind her ears to keep them out of her way. The slight drop of the girls facial features didn't go unnoticed to Hy-Brasil but she didn't feel guilty about it. At least the girl wasn't going to be waiting and expecting to hear something new, now. Though, this may have worked in her own favor, running into someone who had at least a bit more experience under her belt. Besides her chat with Camelot, she really felt like she knew nothing about all of this Knightly stuff and a part of her felt that he may have been a bit biased to all of this considering how cheerful and open he was to talking about stuff.

"I've heard so may stories about monsters and bad guys but have yet to come across anything." She crossed her arms and sighed. "These patrols seem like they are almost a complete waste of time." Again, her mind drifted back to the warm bed she knew was waiting for her at home. Oh to be snuggled up under her mountain of blankets, head buried in her pillow. Pulling herself from the fantasy she quickly brushed the thought away. Dreaming about bed would not help her cause at the moment. "Not to mention I don't particularly think of myself as a fighter so what good am I? Have you figured out a way around our complete lack of weapons?" At this point she was assuming the other girl was also wielding a 'weapon' as useless as her own. After all, Camelot had mentioned that their weapons were usually normal, everyday things.

"Sorry, if you can't tell, I am a bit frustrated at this Knight business." She waved a hand non-chalantly before returned it to its resting place under her chest.

Ah. Perfect. Another way to waste time which was something she did not need.

“Diving on in can be just as dangerous as being too hesitant.” She said matter-of-factly. “It’s just as easy to drown.” Still, she supposed the other girl was right. Heading out with no clear path was likely to get herself into trouble. Especially if she’s being careless about things. After all, if her first encounter with a youma proved anything, she was hardly at all ready to deal with stuff let alone when she was not putting at least some effort into what she was doing. At the same time though, despite the youma, she wasn’t quite ready to paint this war in black in white. There were always two sides to each story.

Glancing at the girls flute shell Hy-Brasil couldn’t help but wonder why pages were ‘blessed’ with such useless items. “Well that’s great. You may be able to stab someone and I might be able to poke out an eye. It’s really a miracle to me that anyone survives long enough to become a squire with weapons like this.” She brandished her incense stick and made a face at the item. “Carrying a bat around sounds like it could be more troublesome than it’s worth, especially if you don’t end up ever needing it. But, I guess if it gives a sense of security…” She shrugged. “Personally, I think I’ll look into some sort of self defense class or something. With how this city is I wouldn’t be surprised if there were a multitude to choose from.”

Then the girl brought up the wonders. Camelot had mentioned it to her as well, but she hadn’t put much thought into it. Now she was hearing about it again and it perked her interest this time round. “You’ve visited your own wonder I assume? Is it the reason you’re out here ‘freezing your skin off’ each night besides lacking anything better to do?”

In a way Hy-Brasil wasn’t sure how some mythical place could possibly make her want to continue this work as a Page, but maybe it was worth checking out? She’d have to think on that.

"It had that strong of an effect on you?" It was obvious though by the girl's excitement and glee when talking about her wonder that it had.

Even more curious. Maybe these Wonders were something more important than she had originally thought? She had assumed that, though important, it wouldn't be any sort of deciding factor for her. But...maybe...

"I'll have to pay mine a visit sometime soon, I think. It would be better knowing what I am actually fighting for than doing all of this for no real reason beside that I am expected to." Unlike, Slievenamon though, her wonder would be located on Earth. In fact, she remotely remembered hearing tales about a place named Hy-Brasil when she was a child, but it wasn't a story she remembered. Just another place in Irish lore her mother felt the need to share with her.

"Well, since we are both out here with the intention to patrol, shall we get to it? We can keep chatting as we go along. Did you have any specific place you were headed off to?"