He ran an index and thumb inwards along his lower lip at the mention of a drink. He was appreciative of her hospitality, still feeling like a black sheep among the inhabitants. He was also thankful for the moment of calm, his recollection of a promise made him stir in his seat. Right, they were supposed to talk once they were settled. Noel would hold true to his offer, leaning forward on the couch, his chin rested comfortably against his palm.
"Well, what do you want to know? I’ll try my best to explain everything to you."
She would no doubt ask about her sister, and Valhalla, maybe even the weapon on her person. The hunter’s eyes widened in amusement, nearly forgetting about their little companion. Mog. He was keeping quiet, remaining in his alternate form.
"I don’t know if he’s just shy or worried about surprising you, but that weapon of yours…he’s more than that. Like some flying pig-cat or something.”
╌╌ Cocoon didn’t exist in my time. Words unheard of make the female’s movements halt in moments, she even felt her breath hitch at the very sound. Cocoon…didn’t exist? That was impossible. Never could she imagine a world with no planet in the sky, the home world she one born and raised in. The girl continued on but the startling thought still remained.
Contents of the drink swirled in their container as she began to lend it over to him and dragged a chair over so that she faced opposite of his position she is able to meet his pools of blue pretty much as the shade of his own fabric. She gives a small nod. "Okay.” Responding in a lowered voice. It was a lot to take in, Serah was finding difficulty on where to begin with all of it; lucky that Noel’s voice jerked her out of her train of thought, if she had any questions on her mind or then they’d be listening to the fan whir for who knows how long.
Quirked pink brows and parted gaping appear noticeably, moving her head to one side hoping that he wasn’t talking about her or some other person- they’d seem to be the only two within the area unless NORA had returned from their investigating already. But to foot steps were heard.
She releases a voice of confusion. A sound of inaudible annoyance brought her attention away from the other immediately to see the pink smoke manifest over the bow she once used, the one that Noel gave her- the one that Lightning gave to Noel. Suddenly like some kind of magic trick, a white thing rocketed up to the ceiling; Serah would lie if she said she wasn’t amazed. Leaning forward in her seat, eyes focuses slits at the creature and slowly she finally recognized what it was. “Wait is that a moogle? It looks so real compared to the other toy moogles on Cocoon.” As it hovered closer to the pink-haired she took the advantage to poke at it, in which the creature bounced back from her touch and she giggled back at the sight. But there were other pressing matters at hand.
Serah once again faced back at him, a more serious look forces their way onto her features. “Well. Where to begin?” A lone digit rises to prod at her chin. The moogle looks on from the brim of a conversation forming. “Noel. If you were from Gran Pulse, how exactly did you arrive to Valhalla?”