( Vanille appears over the Vine, sitting on a rock, looking up at the sky. After a moment she turns, expression thoughtful, resting her chin in one hand while the other plays absently with a pigtail. ) I've heard people talk about making things, out of ... magic dirt? ( She smiles sort of sheepishly, and shrugs. It sounds silly even to her. ) I thought maybe... someone could show me how? I want to try to make something, from home.
( Thinking of Oerba has put her in a pensive mood, and for a moment she lapses into silence, reaching down to pluck a blade of grass and twirl it between her fingers. After awhile of this, she realizes the Vine is still broadcasting, and hops to her feet, clapping her hands together. ) If anyone could help me, that would be great! I'd even make you something, to say thanks!
( She flops back down and looks at the mirror hopefully. )
( Thinking of Oerba has put her in a pensive mood, and for a moment she lapses into silence, reaching down to pluck a blade of grass and twirl it between her fingers. After awhile of this, she realizes the Vine is still broadcasting, and hops to her feet, clapping her hands together. ) If anyone could help me, that would be great! I'd even make you something, to say thanks!
( She flops back down and looks at the mirror hopefully. )
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