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[mincingminuet]

Yep. What to do, where to go. I don't really like actually piloting much.

[but Balthier had made sure she could, and she wasn't bad by any stretch of the imagination.]

[dyingworld]

[Noel finishes pinning the last set of up onto the wall and takes a step back to check his work. Good.]

Ever think about doing the same sort of work in this place?

[He's already seen her work on an airship. But could she make that into something of a career here?]

[mincingminuet]

Honestly? Who'd hire me over a local? I've been running a courier business here and dancing a little on the side.

But I'd like to, maybe, consider trying to get my own airship.

[dyingworld]

[Noel raises an eyebrow, ever more curious about her.]

Running your own courier business and dancing...? You really are full of all sorts of skills.

There's got to be some leeway with working with otherworlders if they know what they're doing. It'll take some getting used to and learning some different things, but you do. That dream doesn't seem too far off.

[mincingminuet]

No, it really doesn't. It just needs money and a reasonable thing to use it for beyond just traveling around. Maybe cargo, maybe something else.

[At least that way, when and if her friend show up, they have a means to travel the skies.]

[dyingworld]

Honestly, I'm not a huge fan of the teleporters that we use around here to get to places like Shaarnath.

[Noel makes a slightly displeased face. It makes him feel a little nauseated afterwards.]

I'll take airships any day.

[His way of saying he hopes that happens for her soon.]