Scene #1066:

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Quentyn Westwind	Quentyn arrives in the courtyard and promptly finds a landscaped grassy rise to collapse on and stare at the rest of Galianda above. He's got his full kit with him and looks somewhat dusty, suggesting he may have been out adventuring. The teen in the white mage hoody also looks a bit tired, but... content-- happy in a way.
Kamon Lionward	"Hey," someone mutters from functionally off-screen. Kamon is sitting on the grassy rise when Quentyn shows up and falls down. He's sitting against a tree on the rise, one of the many that artfully dot the landscape. The Odynari looks up from the battered textbook after a moment, probably to see who it was that kinda went 'thud' at close-range. "You, uh, okay?"
Quentyn Westwind	Quentyn startles, sits up, looks around till he finds off-screen voice, and straightens out his glasses. "Yah," he nods, offering a tentative if emphemeral smile in greeting and a thumbs up. But he also tilts his head as he takes in the other student, curling a finger and tapping it against his chin. "...there was an outworlder here a few days ago, she wanted to hear about Odin." Quentyn turns and looks up to the plates in their slow motion above, eyes perhaps finding the continent he just named. "I don't think I told it very well though..." he shrugs helplessly.
Kamon Lionward	"Good; you look kinda beat, if you don't mind my saying so." Kamon follows his gaze upward, and then looks back down, frowning a little. His expression is kind of thoughtful. "Really? What would they want to know about Odin?" There's a little pause, and Kamon glances back at Quentyn. "The plate, or...?"
Quentyn Westwind	Quentyn grins lopsidedly and there's a touch of tiredness to it. "Yah, I was out in the 'verse. Think I've got a few more friends there." Fiddling a moment with the hair behind his ear and eyes glancing off to one side in recollection. "Um... The plate, the god, the history, all of it. I think she was just curious." His hand moves to do that curled chintap thing. "Maybe she's still here, she talked about getting an inn room... 'Aqua', if you see her." This time there's a brief, helpless smile to go with his helpless shrug.
Kamon Lionward	"Friends're good to have everywhere you go," Kamon remarks idly. He looks back down at his book, and heartlessly dog-ears the corner of the page before he swings it closed. Kamon turns his eyes skyward again, folding his hands behind his head and leaning against the tree-trunk. "'Aqua,' huh?" He searches the sky. "Just seems like a weird subject to ask about, I guess. Most people from /here/ don't even want to know about Odin." He looks over again for just a second. "Are you in the club? I think I've seen you around, but, uh, I can't really place you. Sorry," he adds, a touch sheepishly.
Quentyn Westwind	That first comment gets an emphatic nod from Quentyn. If there was ever a group that relied on friends, it's white mages. "Yah, I guess it's interesting to outworlders..." He too glances skyward, but only for a moment. "Um, which club?" He fiddles with his glasses. "I'm Quentyn. White mage." The student gives a polite smile and nod with the introduction.
Kamon Lionward	Kamon appears to be looking at what is probably Odin. The magnetic storms tend to make it visible, even if it's somewhat less so than Ramuh, given the near-eternal rain in that place. "The Light Warriors," he supplies. "We've gotten a lot of interest lately, it's hard to go through all the applications." He smiles Quentyn's way, introducing himself with a brief, "Kamon. Parivir. Um -- Fighter," he clarifies. The former is specific to his family and the people they train; the latter is more obviously what he's here to learn. "Good to meet you."
Quentyn Westwind	Recognition crosses Quentyn's expression and he perks up, shifting how he sits a little. "Um... there's an application?" His left hand reaches into his hoodie's hood to scratch the back of his head. "Um... I have another white mage friend, Kyra, she said she would ask if I could join..." The white mage lets out a breath, and looks towards the Span. "'Twould be nice to have some cover for trips out..." "Nice to meet you," he returns, and then hesitates. "Related to Genji Lionward..?"
Kamon Lionward	"Well, yeah, kinda. I mean, we like to know who wants to join, you know? And Professor King keeps a pretty tight watch on students who go to extraversal locations, just in case." Kamon scratches behind his ear a little. "Um, yeah, I know Kyra, she and I are two of the founding members. She hasn't brought it up yet, but, y'know, I'll talk to her and Soan next time we meet." Kamon notes the hesitation, and replies, "Yeah. He's my, uh, my great grandfather."
Quentyn Westwind	At first Quentyn looks eager, but his expression turns a bit cautious. Well, more than a bit. He sets his hands in his lap. "Professor King?" Quentyn intones with that wary curiosity. One of the many faculty Quentyn hasn't met, probably. On the other hand, the boy looks impressed at Kamon's lineage. He gives a thumbs up, "That's neat." Looks to instill a measure of respect as well--Sure, plenty of well-to-do's at this school... but don't mess with Genji's great grandson.
Kamon Lionward	"Tygan King," Kamon says, by way of elaboration. "He does some P.E. classes, and some practical magitech ones. Loud, punches stuff? You'll, uh, know him when you see him." "Ah... yeah, I guess it is." He smiles, a little awkwardly. "A lot to live up to. Some advantages to it, too, though, you know?" Like being able to go to this school /at all/. Kamon's family is comfortable, but hardly well-off. Fame goes a long way, one supposes. "Glad to know more White Mages, though. Can't cast a Cure spell to save my life."
Quentyn Westwind	Quentyn nods at the explanation, curled finger tapping at his chin again for a few moments. "Yah, now that you mention it... I think--maybe I saw him once around one of the labs or machine shops--or..." his expression strains a little, "Maybe it was someone else..." At long last he gives up the subject with a shrug. 'A lot to live up to'--Whatever Quentyn's own background is, this seems to strike a chord and he gives a very sympathetic nod. And the line about Cure spells gets a tentative grin. "Um, well--I'm making trips out whenever I have a moment... if you ever need backup... "
Kamon Lionward	"Might've been him," Kamon remarks with a quick nod. "He's the faculty sponsor, though. You'll probably meet him sooner or later." Kamon nods again, grinning. "Heh, well, I'll definitely keep you in mind; sometimes Kyra's schedule and mine don't match up, so we might need some support. Never want to go into a fight out there without good backup."
Quentyn Westwind	Quentyn gives another one of his small smiles and a thumbs up. Then, reluctantly and heavily, he pushes himself up off the ground, and lets out another long, tired breath. "I need to prepare for tomorrow's classes..." He holds up a hand in a wave of farewell. "Nice to meet you, Kamon."
Kamon Lionward	"Good plan. I've got homework I should probably get back to anyway. Don't let me keep you." He raises a hand back, flipping open his battered textbook. "Likewise; and like I said, I'll keep you in mind for the next time we find something cool, alright?" Assuming, of course, 'something cool' doesn't just find them.
Quentyn Westwind	Quentyn looks back to give one last grin and a thumbs up while he retreats towards the dorm. ~