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—-…A raise of her brow, and not in her usual fashion of curiosity. No, not
because this man was necessarily her type—at least, she didn’t get that
feeling. Such a hesitant ‘hello’ wasn’t the most charming statement right
out the gate.
Instead, something else about him held her attention,
restrained her fury—-he seemed oddly familiar.
It couldn’t be his face, this triggered no memories;
perhaps it was the shape of his shoulders, even
a smell. But anyone worth remembering would
possess such qualities. This could be a fluke.
Glacia spoke, her usual harsh and unforgiving tone
replaced with something far more civil, underlined
with a hint of intrigue.
“Hello there.
…Do I know you, by any chance? I’ve
got the strangest gut feeling that my
answer should be yes,
but I’m not completely sure we’ve met.”
What was it she was recalling…?
Visits in the winter, those deep,
miserable snow banks.
Porridge from home.
No, not just Icirrus—home home.
The things one couldn’t find usually in Unova,
but the only kitchen in which it could be cooked.
Passing through that town, that quiet,
ever-changing city just to visit family.
…Perhaps this was where.