[ Shit Box, draws her attention. Nana had been staring at the crystal gifted to her from an old friend. With a hazy look, pondering what to do. From her understanding these items were all that she would bring with her from her own realm, and within the box had been only 3. The Azem crystal, a Mystel Minion obviously replicated to look like someone, and a book signed by Edmont de Fortemps. The book had a message dedicated to Na'na that was personal, and a dried flower squeezed between the pages - equally personal.
It was obvious each item here mean't a great deal to the woman. She was thankful to the rowdy person next to her, that broke her reminiscing. Curiously and wanting to ignore her own feelings. Na'na saunters over toward the other and cants her head. Peering up toward her. ]
Oh? That's a face, did they get you too with something?
[ As if implying, she felt some misery from the items she too collected from the... 'Shit Box'. ]
A. The Caravan to Camelot
It was obvious each item here mean't a great deal to the woman. She was thankful to the rowdy person next to her, that broke her reminiscing. Curiously and wanting to ignore her own feelings. Na'na saunters over toward the other and cants her head. Peering up toward her. ]
Oh? That's a face, did they get you too with something?
[ As if implying, she felt some misery from the items she too collected from the... 'Shit Box'. ]