Nymoria

Nearly twenty minutes had passed since Nymoria had directed Musei on his very first searching attempt. It hadn't gone well, so far. He'd returned with various disc-shaped items, but none of them had been the item in question that Nymoria had originally spotted. Still, she'd made sure to compliment and congratulate the small weasel on his finds, even while shaking her head over and over again at his lack of actual success. If the weasel was becoming overly agitated, he did well at hiding it from Nymoria's view. She'd seen a few harsh tail flicks during her denials of his success, but there'd be

She could feel her annoyance rising slightly as Musei dodged and ran around the stairs, even going so far as to head over to another set further down the courtyard, before making his way back. She wanted nothing more than to get up and show him the spot she had noticed, to point out directly to him what he was supposed to be finding - but she knew she had to resist. This is up to him to find, he needs to be the one to locate the item. Otherwise he'll never learn to do it on his own. Which is the entire point of this whole thing. She reminded herself, biting her lip as she continued watching hi

Musei seemed to nod it's head slightly in response to Nymoria's question, and shook himself out suddenly. Standing, he chittered slightly in an odd way, before staring intently at Nymoria. She sighed as she realised her had somehow hidden away his original find, and while he seemed ready to get back to work, there seemed to be some slight hesitation in his movements. Knowing it would do no good now to try and press the issue of whatever Musei had originally found, and would likely do more harm than good, Nymoria instead turned her attention towards locating a new object that the weasel could r

Whether it worked or not, Nymoria wasn't sure. Musei, however, appeared to be content with the commentary and focus placed upon him, shaking the entire length of his body as he sometimes did when feeling excited. Settling down onto the dirt, the weasel had shoved the small piece that it had found beneath it's head - the item obscured from Nymoria's view as Musei tried to hide it from sight. She didn't focus on the movement nor behaviour, instead deciding to give him the space and time he needed. Instead, she turned the conversation back towards the training that they had begun working on, hopi

Whether her words had convinced the weasel, or if he'd simply noticed her willingness to wait for him to come out, Nymoria wasn't entirely sure. What she was sure of, however, was that at some point during her internal discussion and dialogue, Musei had left the safety of the brush and settled onto the ground just out of her arm's reach. He still seemed skitterish, his paws flexing as if preparing to run away at any second, and Nymoria knew that she should make any sudden movements he would simply disappear into the brush once more. At least he came out of hiding, that's a good start. No

She flicked a gaze towards Salem as he'd begun responding, her eyes taking in the movement of his lips as much as her ears - accented by the hearing aid, and Cardinal's own system - took in the sounds of his voice. She smiled slightly at his optimistic response; a standard response for certain, but one that somehow felt more genuine. She wondered, not for the first time, why he had been alone in this world. There was no obvious reason for him to have been cast aside, other than having awoken in a delayed manner. Her eyes seemed to hover over him for a few seconds as she took in all her conside

I think. We should work on trusting one another. What do you think, Musei? Nymoria gave a quick flash of signs towards the small nose that poked out from the brush. The weasel had pulled away into the brush as Nymoria had settled down onto the ground in front of where the weasel had been hiding. She had worried at first that Musei would take the chance to try and run away again, but was surprised when his face reappeared at the movement of her hands. She figured it was a good sign at least; he was keeping an eye out for her signs, clearly watching naturally for what she had to say. Biting

She'd settled herself into a seated position on the ground, her movements causing Musei's eyes and nose to twitch in anticipation and uncertainty. She didn't think that the small critter would run now, especially seeing as Nymoria had stopped giving chase long enough for it to realise that she wasn't a threat to it, or whatever it was trying to hide. Calmly, she held out her right hand and began signing again, careful to move in slow, fluid movements so as not to scare Musei. You can come out when you're ready. We can take a look at what you found, if you want. Whatever it is, it's yours

Musei dodged around another group of flowers and brush, darting in between the branches of the brush as he attempted to escape from Nymoria's grasp. The small shiny piece in his mouth glinted slightly as the sun's rays bounced off it's edges; far from enough to cause any sort of sight issues, but just enough to be an annoyance if she happened to get caught in it's path. She gritted her teeth, a small hiss escaping her as she tried to reach through and grab the weasel; her hands coming back empty. She pushed backwards, forcing herself up onto her feet and around the small garden, glaring at the

Hey. The singular word was the only thought Nymoria had before she was in motion, her feet chasing after the weasel add it attempted to vacate the premises with whatever it had found. Had she been more aware, she would've realised that chasing it only made him more likely to try to escape, but her mind was solely focused on catching the little creature and figuring out what it had found. Come back here you! She'd almost caught him as they came around the courtyard's inner wall, but small ledge had hindered her movement enough to allow Musei to launch himself up and over her, his tiny fee

Musei had quickly become bored with their stagnant position, making his way down and into the flower beds themselves. Nymoria watched as the weasel dove in between the stems of the brush, his tail swishing back and forth as his forefront dug through the dirt in search of something. Curious at his behaviour, Nymoria stepped across towards the flowerbed, bending downwards in order to get a better view of what was going on. Maybe he caught the event of something? Could it be that Musei can already hunt for treasure, and I don't need to train him at all? Maybe I've been overthinking all of t

Their meandering through the town had brought Nymoria to a familiar garden court that she had visited in her earliest days in Aincrad. The combination of yellows, greens, blues and reds had been eye-catching; a brief reminder of the beauty that the digital world could bring to life. It had also served as a stark reminder of everything that they had lost while stuck in the gaming world. Nymoria felt her nose scrunch slightly at the smell, and her feet quickly carried her through and past the courtyard, out onto one of the balcony edges of the town that looked over the open air. Even here

Alright, hunting it is. Now...how do I go about training Musei to hunt stuff down...? The thought struck her suddenly as she realised the quest really left the option open to her, and no real guidance or direction on it. It was aggrevating not having the clear cut lines of direction that most quests came with, and she found herself scowling at the small creature beside her as she considered what to do next. It's all about finding and locating stuff, so...maybe we need to practice that? But how? Do I just...hide a bunch of stuff around the room and have Musei locate it for me? Wouldn't he just

There was something odd in the tone of Salem's words, a hesitation and...something else, that even Nymoria could pick up. She couldn't quite comprehend the tone of the words that were spoken into her mind, but something in the eye movements and discomfort that appeared on his face made her pause. She waited a couple of moments beyond when he stopped speaking, giving time for him to add any other thoughts he might have, before moving her hands in response. She slowed her movements down, emphasising the concern she was taking in the moment through her slower speech. The coffee and muffin remaine

Nymoria smiled broadly as she saw the man's lips move, his voice seemingly reaching into a depth of her mind that she couldn't quite comprehend, and yet was still able to use. She didn't quite hear his words, so much as simply...know what he said. The wonders of technology... She nodded even as her mind ran circles, her fingers moving in response even as she considered everything about the current situation, and how odd it all was. Yes. It will cool down with time, but this cafe makes it nearly perfect at first. It's why I like it so much. Well, that and the waitress is patient with me. S

The small shop was oddly empty considering the midday rush all around the area. Nymoria had learnt a while ago that NPCs rarely entered the shop itself, and those few players that meandered their way in often did so only to buy the small foods and goods that provided them benefits in the field - although an even smaller group of regulars could sometimes be found littering the few tables and booths that made up the cafe. The lighting was always kept just bright enough to be comfortable, without causing strain upon the eyes, and a white that reminded her of LED light strips; calming yet strong e

The responses were, unsurprisingly, hesitantly positive in a sense. Although Nymoria noticed that Adelyte avoided giving a definite answer to the question, she sensed that the girl's hesitation showed her desire to avoid the frontlines - if only for the time being. Nymoria found herself nodding in response to the girl's description of the consistent information regarding the frontlines that they received, and the way in which is was almost forced upon them in a way. She couldn't help but smile as she considered her one advantage on that - being able to simply ignore all the conversation about

Nymoria's ever so slight nervousness, barely visible in the ways her form twitched as she waited for a response, disappeared entirely as Salem agreed to heading into town. She gave a curt nod in response before turning towards the pathway that would lead them away from the cavern, and back into the more civilised areas of the floor. She couldn't help but grin widely as he mentioned avoiding boars - knowing that pointing out the various other dangers of the floor would be foolhardy and do nothing to appease any nerves the other player may be feeling - but her hands moved in a sudden flash as sh

Blurs of motion and barely decipherable sounds flowed around Nymoria as she watched in awe at the teamwork and cooperation of the other players. Tinges of jealousy, and another feeling she couldn't quite put a name to touched her as she realised that she was well out of her depths. Determined to do as much as she could, she positioned herself in a way that she would remain outside of Freyd and Wulfrin's movements, standing across from Ciela so that the tank could see her whenever she signed quickly. They have this. She gave a quick flow of her hands, the sabre bouncing in her right as sh

She should've known that the question would be turned back upon her, but as the smile from the thought of Adelyte selling her artworks on the street faded, a dark expression flitted across her face. There was no anger behind it, if anything it could be more closely associated with a depressive state. It appeared for only a few seconds, before Nymoria's features turned to a plain, almost empty void of a smile. Her hands moved slowly, and a few errors were obvious in the motions of the signing, a telltale to her nervousness at answering the question. I spent...some time trying to come to terms w