Joyce
**"Woah, Hey, Chill out, I have no quarr—..."**

*The Squire would droop his arms as he watched the Canifor—Kemomimi—? He wasn't exactly sure anymore. But the Kemomimi made the most sense. Regardless, he'd stand there blankly as she scattered away from him and freaked out. He didn't move an inch, for two reasons; One he was flabbergasted at the idea he could actually scare the daylights out of someone and two to ensure he wasn't a threat to the individual. He was just your typical adventurer, going to places he had little clue. Surely, he wasn't that scary right?*

**Right...?**

*The Squire eyebrow would arch in thought. For a moment a whimsical idea emerged and it couldn't be helped that succumb to his intrusive thoughts; raising his cape to cover his mouth and imitate the sound of a ghost — or a vampire.*
# I'm tHe sPiriT oF *CriMsOn BaMbOooOooo~ Feeeeaaaar mEeee,* For am here to *HAUNT THEEEE~!*"

*Lucrum would pause for a an extended moment as he waited to see her reaction to his supernatural mimicry— It was pretty obvious, he wasn't a ghost and he was just humoring the situation; After a few moments, He'd shake his head and give a lowly chuckle, seeing that the efforts to deescalate the situation was successful or not. Regardless, he'd clear his throat and respond to her questions.*

"Not expecting other to come through here? You'd be surprised how easily it is to get off the beaten path... With that said, I—uh, think I'm lost. I was sightseeing beforehand. However, I'm not in the mood to scale flimsy bamboo to get a vantage point..."

"—Take a break on the rock? Erm, I mean, I don't know... Seems like it took you a while to find this little spot? I feel bad for taking your spot on it. Given how comfortable you look dozing off— Quite envious that someone would be about to rest with all the stuff out here..."

•••

*Lucrum began to questioned how intimidating he truly was on the day to day basis. While he'd pick up his head and arms, he gave a little wave to the half-kin individual with an audible whoosh of his side cloak he'd get ready to strike an overly-animated posed to before he made his namesake known.*

"Small Talk aside, I am—"
*He throw in a small pirouette, before pointing toward the half-kin individual.*
 T. Khamiel—!*"
Carrie
*Juna was going to ask if he was actually a spirit if not for the animated display. Instead she merely dropped her gaze, throat burning in the embarrassing at the thought that she could have actually believed it. She should know better. After all, the Canifor had met spirits before.*"Right..."*She uttered quietly, a lack of any enthusiasm in her tone. Juna wondered if the spirits ever saw people mocking them. Maybe it was better if she didn't know at this moment.

With the threat gone, Juna sat back down on the rock, relishing its warmth beneath her while she regarded the squire in a different light. He did seem quite familiar. It wasn't everyday she saw some dressed in such lavish attire even by adventurer standards. Not that she's seen many since she's been here. One ear raised atop her head, giving off a perplexed expression. 

At his decline towards taking over the rock, Juna simply gave a dip of her head.*"It might be... A bit too late for me to doze off again now... I don't mind sharing the space... Well unless... You are looking for the way out of here... I...Know this place quite well..."*Juna tilted her head a bit in question of what he meant by stuff being out here. The animals? The spirits? No definitely not the latter, he didn't seem to take the idea of them serious enough. If not for visiting the temple, Juna would have figured it all in her head anyways. Maybe just the former then, but Juna was used to most wild animals.

It wasn't until the squire had said his name, that something clicked in the back of the Canifor's mind.*"Lu... Crum...?"*She asked slowly. The name was familiar, the scent, the attire, the... Personality...? Maybe she had come across him at some point during her time here.*

"I'm... Juna..."*She said in return before looking at him with a confused expression.*"I'm sorry but... Haven't we met before...?"
Joyce
"It's—... Been awhile since I had talked to anybody beyond business... But— that was probably months ago. But yes, We very well may have... But I can't pinpoint... Where I've seen your face before..."
*The squire would tap his forehead in a show of gesture. Asking to her help him refresh his mind.*

**As he did so he'd stare at the palm of his hand, counting the lines—... Examining the details of each and every one.**

# you been to Lymia—? Mentia—? Any of those places?"