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Hoshimi looked sharply at the other man, having already decided to take a chance and to trust the larger man who seemed to at least speak her own tongue. Pulling her gaze from the man that she didn't really trust due to his disdainful tone she looking grateful up at the jovial one and smiled before bowing and speaking quickly in Eastern.

"Many thanks, Brightman-san. I am fine.I hope that I did not keep you from your way for too long of a time." Too polite to even mention the fact that a criminal wouldn't exactly give away his true name even if he was trying to make someone trust them. That or perhaps she was too naive to know. wink She kept clutching the slightly glowing stone that hung around her neck upon a chain as her eyes kept moving towards Pademelen distrustfully, she may be naive but she wasn't stupid and had been warned that there was people who didn't like Easterners.

But she overcame her own confusion as to why someone would dislike her simply for being eastern and did the polite thing., bowing also tot he strange man and spoken in slightly broken Western , which was better then her common. "Many thanks, good sir." Not sure how to address him, since he hadn't given his name out.

Pademelen bowed formally, bending at the waist. "My name is Pademelen, of the northern lands beyond the Spine of the Lady." He repeated the phrase in Eastern; the mage had picked up enough of the language to do some base things. Returning to Western, he spoke clearly but not overly slowly or loudly; Pademelen knew what was considered acceptable linguistic allowances.

How to approach the next part? Obviously the moon mage could tell that Pademelen had a magical nature, but that wouldn't help him explain exactly what a mage who managed Timeflow was. "Alas, I have not found someone who practices the same discipline as I. Suffice it to say that I am a temporal mage."

Thank the gods Mick was educated, albeit immature every now and then.

"A temporal mage, eh?" he said to Pademelen. "Odd to see you out in the open air like this. From what I've read- and I've read a lot, believe me- your kind tend to not roam in public areas very often, except if there's something of extreme importance..." As Hoshimi started motoring away in Eastern, Mick listened and started to chuckle. "She's really excited to meet you. Apparently there's an unwritten relationship between your kind and water mages like her."

Turning to Hoshimi the moon mage said, "It's an honor to meet a mage from the prestigious water temple. I've always made it a point to pay the place a visit one day; I've read so many fascinating things about the place." Mick found it a little odd that she did not follow Eastern traditions of family declaration, but he knew a lot about being embarrassed by the family name. But he found something else a little more strange.

"Miss Hoshimi, I know I may be intruding, but aren't you a little young to be out and about by yourself? I may be outdated on your kind's traditions, after all, but I thought water mages under a certain age were required to have a guardian or older family member with them at all times when away from the temple."

"I see," Mick said, deciding not to delve any further into this topic. He could feel that something was out of place, but who was he to be sticking his nose into the private lives of others?

"So are you a frequent visitor of Laburnum, or is this your first time?" the moon mage asked, making small talk. His chivalrous nature had slowly crept up on him; he wasn't about to let this girl wander the streets alone and that was that. She just didn't know it yet.

Mick turned to Pademelen a moment before Hoshimi could respond. "Sorry, it feels like we're exiling you over here," he said with a smile. "It's good you know some Eastern, but this has got to be kind of awkward for you."

Hoshimi looked back and forth between the two men, uncertain if she should answer the questions Brightman-san had asked her or if she should wait for them to be finished, since it was hard to tell by the dismiisal tone of the temporal mage. "I'm soo sorry.." She spoke then in broken Western. "This is my first time in Laburnum, my common is no good. Who are southerners?"

Mick chuckled and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. "Well, you see, the Eastern language has very much in common with Western. That being how there can be many variations depending on what area of the region you are located. Accents, different pronounciations, even whole new words, depending on where you've planted yourself. Fascinating stuff, isn't it?"

Turning to Hoshimi Mick said, "You see, the further north you are, everyone becomes a Southerner, since they are all below you. Truth be told, there are the regions named after the points on a compass, including Northeast and the like, and the different regions of middle of the West, altogether called Central ((Look at me everyone! I'm doing Gaian geography! Hope the guild makers don't hop on my a** for this one -_-)). Within each of the regions are towns, of course, but Central has several different regions within itself."

Mick stopped, looked back and forth at the temporal and water mages, and laughed. "Oh man! I must sound so boring and bookish right now," he said with a laugh.

Pademelen sighed. "Nobody is evil, any more than a fish is wet." He saw her confusion. "A fish wouldn't think of itself as wet, would it? After all, it's lived its life in the water," he explained. "The fish would have to experience dryness before it knew what wet was."

"Humans are not evil. Nobody thinks of themselves as bad. They're always doing something for the good. Whether it be the good of the people..." He froze time, momentarily, and snatched a few apples from a nearby vendor, returning immediately to his spot and reinserting himself into Timeflow. Twirling an apple, Pademelen tossed it to a beggar.

"...or themselves," he said, taking a bite out of the apple. "That's the important thing. Ah, philosophy and filched apples. You two must think me incredibly boring." It was nice using his powers again. Something about the two made him feel more open. Pademelen slowed down time enough to place the fruits in his companions' hands without them noticing.

"Apple?" he asked, munching away innocently on his.