[As she sees Zenobia approaching, Kuja looks up from her volume of poetry with a faint smile that some might read as condescending. Instead of sitting on the earth, she is floating in the air, easily, perhaps showing off a bit, though it does protect her robes from grass and dirt. She floats down to the ground.]
Good afternoon. I see you've assembled your materials. [At the sight of that brush, she thinks perhaps she should have been responsible for assembling the materials, but no matter. It's not that important to her.
She studies Zenobia's wing again, now that she is seeing it in person.] An extraordinary appendage. What is your lineage?
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Good afternoon. I see you've assembled your materials. [At the sight of that brush, she thinks perhaps she should have been responsible for assembling the materials, but no matter. It's not that important to her.
She studies Zenobia's wing again, now that she is seeing it in person.] An extraordinary appendage. What is your lineage?