[Flandre had been cautious, stepping off the train; almost like a wary animal. That letter...it had been from Remi. Or said it was, at the bottom. It was in French, the letters only a little embellished, like Remi was talking directly to her, but...Remi was strong. She wouldn't be trapped here.
...would she?
The mist was dense enough to let her walk around without the sun itching and biting at her, but she also couldn't see very much through it. Vague shapes that might be buildings, or the other people on the train.
Speaking of that, the train that had carried them here had screeched away into the mist the instant everyone had disembarked; something that made Flandre jump and cling to Cirno, as if the fairy was going to disappear too.
...she might have also been startled, too. But just a little!]
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...would she?
The mist was dense enough to let her walk around without the sun itching and biting at her, but she also couldn't see very much through it. Vague shapes that might be buildings, or the other people on the train.
Speaking of that, the train that had carried them here had screeched away into the mist the instant everyone had disembarked; something that made Flandre jump and cling to Cirno, as if the fairy was going to disappear too.
...she might have also been startled, too. But just a little!]