The Sky's The Limit

[Arle Nadja]

Arle gave Warren a knowing look. He'd said exactly the words she wanted to hear, without ever having been prompted. "Hehe~ Thanks. I'd like that" Arle replied somewhat softly. What he said next gave her pause, however. ...Who was a troublemaker, now? Certainly not her. Arle rarely made trouble for anyone else! ...Well, that wasn't true. Trouble tended to follow her around like a lost dog searching for its master. Really, when she thought about it her presence here was actually a bad omen. It indicated with almost certainty that something very, very terrible would be following in her wake. That wasn't her fault, however. Those old fools could answer for their own crimes. Perhaps they could answer questions about what they were doing chasing her across time and space while they were at it. That was a bit much to hope for, however. As much as she didn't care for her stalkers, she knew that they were far too strong to simply be dealt with by the proper authorities. ...Probably. That's how it had always been for her, anyway.

"I'll try not to get myself into any trouble, then. Right now I just want to restore my magic and find my friends. Hopefully that doesn't make any trouble for any stormtroopers, right~?"  Arle replied somewhat light-heartedly. Surely these so-called white-knights had better things to do than harass her. She wasn't anyone special--not as far as this world was considered, anyway. Arle waited a moment for Warren to present the weapon he'd mentioned, but it never appeared. ...Ah well. Maybe he'd show her later? She wasn't too concerned with weapons, especially when there were weird words she'd never heard of getting thrown about. She vaguely recalled winged horses from her world. Namely, she recalled fighting them. They weren't very nice creatures... She recalled one black as night in particular, mostly because it had a terrible pun for a name that had made her do a double take. "Well I don't know what a Jet is and the only thing I've ever ridden is a flying squirrel. I heard something about a crystal transport--but whichever you think is best!" Arle replied somewhat lamely. ...Did she say something about riding flying squirrels?