Ava had travelled to Yumia again. Her feral Purrloin friend, Kitty, lay on her shoulders, curled around her neck, underneath her hood. He didn’t like being forcibly held and carried, but he was happy to get a ride on his own accord.
Ava was hoping to find that Banette knight again; she still wanted to repay him for saving her from the scrafty thug. She didn’t know how exactly she’d repay him, but she hoped she could figure out a way once she found him again. She had a feeling it might have been easier to find him if she knew his name. Then she could find him by asking where she might find him. But she didn’t know his name. She supposed she could probably still find him by asking, just by describing him, but she knew she’d feel more awkward about asking how to find someone whose name she didn’t know than asking to find someone whose name she did know. And she so dreaded feeling such awkwardness, she was searching for him on her own, without aski