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Nemia on the other hand cursed the locale at this moment in time. She needed to prove herself, needed to figure out a way to truly be the best there was to get into the Academy, and yet she had nothing. She was obviously the best, Obviously. She would do whatever she needed to in order to keep it that way, but right now she was frustrated. Her father suggesting she go and explore the world was not what she wanted. She didn't want to leave home like he had. He came to something better, while she would be leaving to go somewhere worse. At least that was how she considered it. Huffing and throwing her hands up, she distracted her thoughts the only good way she could think to do at the moment. She got herself a snack. Snatching up the berries from the vendor, her eyes lingered on a boy very much out of place as she popped one into her mouth. Wandering on over to him, she did a half circle around him while eating her berry.

"Who are you?"

Nemia frowned, sitting down next to the boy as she listened to him. Tinerr...she hadn't heard much about it. She thought maybe there was an airship port there, but that didn't mean much. There were plenty here in Belrea. She held up the fruit to the sunlight, attempt to inspect it for any intricacies she had initially missed. It was possible someone had found a way to enhance the flavors of the fruit at the Academy and then shared it with merchants. Maybe for a price?

"Ilistoh of Tinerr, what wares do you think you have that the people here can't create already? There's an Academy full of people inventing all sorts of things, you know. Maybe they did something to make the fruit fancier. It's a possibility," she nodded, sticking the berry into her mouth. "I'm Nemia of well....here?"

"The story behind it? I don't really think the story would matter so much as the quality of the item." She considered Ilistoh's words, picking up the bowl that contained his fruit and glancing at the bottom of it for some sort of maker's mark. If it had any story to tell she didn't know.

"They do so much at the Academy! So so many experiments and creations. They could definitely do something like that. I'm sure it would be easy for them to make it fancy."

"Pfft, of course I am. They'll accept me no problem. Just like my mother, and her mother. It's tradition, you know. I'm getting in," Nemia explained, trying to ignore the uncertainty that bubbled up when she talked about it. They'd be foolish not to accept her when she came from such a prestigious family of inventors. She just needed to show them that she was just as great as her mother.

"What about you? Are you trying to get in? Sell your wares to Academy goers?" If he was competition she would have to consider him a bit differently.

Nemia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. What exactly did he mean 'someone like her'? A fantastic scientist? Or someone super cool that he was way more curious about and didn't want to admit? Either way the fact that he didn't want to join and work for the Academy annoyed her. It was the greatest place around after all! She popped another berry into her mouth to stop herself from saying something out of turn, and instead considered what he had said about the candy vegetables.

"Mm. Too basic. That's something that doesn't help anyone. Besides, vegetables taste just fine as they are! I need something way more exciting than that."

Nemia nodded and shoved the last of her fruit into her mouth, looking in the direction of the Academy. It wasn't really a secret, but she still felt awkward explaining the ins and outs of it all to the boy.

"Well, both. Do you not thinking helping is exciting? I would say coming up with something to help others is exciting, but if you want an actual example well....these fruit are exciting. They're pretty and tasty. Also helpful since you need fruits. That's a simple example of course, but I'm sure crafting other things would be just as exciting," she reasoned, tapping the crystals on her chin thoughtfully.

Any interesting things to do? Well....she wondered what the boy considered interesting. She thought being in a library was interesting, or watching people work on their projects. What did normal people her age think was fun and interesting? Going out to places? Dancing? She really had no idea. Looking it up would be a bit embarrassing as well.

"What would you consider....interesting? There are definitely places that are interesting, but I don't know your particular hobbies other than selling your wares."