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"And this district...Zan...Zan-den-zell. I think that's the one I'm gonna go to."

The pink runeboo by Arlo's side shifted, blinking her black eyes at him curiously. Arlo smiled and gave her a scritch under the chin affectionately, "Don't worry Serah, I'll take you too. And Mom and Mama too." he said, wincing at the rasp coiling in his voice. The Wyngling had been feeling so tired lately since the past month, with only a few scattered days of feeling normal. His limbs felt heavy and subtly trembling, and he'd feel a deep ache in his shoulders and neck. A few days ago, he'd been completely out of commission for the day when a shattering pain exploded into his head, refusing to let up and throbbing harder when light met his eyes. He'd thrown up at least once that day, and he knew he'd scared his Aster with his weeping and moaning.

Later, he'd find out it was something fairly common called a 'migraine', and Arlo was relieved it wasn't his brain suddenly rupturing inside his skull.

Today he still felt lethargic, and simply stayed in bed with one of the bigger books he'd been gifted by his parents. It was a book that detailed places of interest around the world, and Arlo had kept the first page of the Antova section dog-eared since he'd found it. He pointed a digit at an illustration on the page, and Serah leaned forward as if to study it closer.

"That's what Zandanzell's supposed to look like," he said, looking over the image of a part of the district, "It says here...a lot of artists and inventors go here! It's perfect!" He grinned brightly, "I've been saving my allowance and...I still need to look up the uh...the traveling fare for going there but it's a definite start!"

Serah twitched her nose at him, and Arlo cast a sidelong glance toward the little table in the corner of his room, where a dingy and dismantled pocketwatch lay among a small scattering of tiny gears and bits. One of Arlo's screwdrivers (a miniature one) had rolled off the table and lay lonesomely on the floor. Arlo's shoulders drooped, and he rested his head on the open pages of the book,

"I don't know why I'm so tired all the time, Serah..." he mumbled, "But I hope I get better soon...I really want to take you all with me to Antova..."

Serah gave a concerned sniff at his face, inching a bit closer and placing one of her paws on the edge of the book. Arlo moved his head so he could look at her, and he sighed again, "Yeah, maybe someday..." he said with a small, rueful smile.

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"And this district...Zan...Zan-den-zell. I think that's the one I'm gonna go to."

The pink runeboo by Arlo's side shifted, blinking her black eyes at him curiously. Arlo smiled and gave her a scritch under the chin affectionately, "Don't worry Serah, I'll take you too. And Mom and Mama too." he said, wincing at the rasp coiling in his voice. The Wyngling had been feeling so tired lately since the past month, with only a few scattered days of feeling normal. His limbs felt heavy and subtly trembling, and he'd feel a deep ache in his shoulders and neck. A few days ago, he'd been completely out of commission for the day when a shattering pain exploded into his head, refusing to let up and throbbing harder when light met his eyes. He'd thrown up at least once that day, and he knew he'd scared his Aster with his weeping and moaning.

Later, he'd find out it was something fairly common called a 'migraine', and Arlo was relieved it wasn't his brain suddenly rupturing inside his skull.

Today he still felt lethargic, and simply stayed in bed with one of the bigger books he'd been gifted by his parents. It was a book that detailed places of interest around the world, and Arlo had kept the first page of the Antova section dog-eared since he'd found it. He pointed a digit at an illustration on the page, and Serah leaned forward as if to study it closer.

"That's what Zandanzell's supposed to look like," he said, looking over the image of a part of the district, "It says here...a lot of artists and inventors go here! It's perfect!" He grinned brightly, "I've been saving my allowance and...I still need to look up the uh...the traveling fare for going there but it's a definite start!"

Serah twitched her nose at him, and Arlo cast a sidelong glance toward the little table in the corner of his room, where a dingy and dismantled pocketwatch lay among a small scattering of tiny gears and bits. One of Arlo's screwdrivers (a miniature one) had rolled off the table and lay lonesomely on the floor. Arlo's shoulders drooped, and he rested his head on the open pages of the book,

"I don't know why I'm so tired all the time, Serah..." he mumbled, "But I hope I get better soon...I really want to take you all with me to Antova..."

Serah gave a concerned sniff at his face, inching a bit closer and placing one of her paws on the edge of the book. Arlo moved his head so he could look at her, and he sighed again, "Yeah, maybe someday..." he said with a small, rueful smile.

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