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Cyrille frowned as Remi approached her. She honestly didn’t know much about the Al Bhed and knew even less of the terms they were speaking of to her. She had no idea what they meant by the ‘red glyph’ and had even less idea what a machina was. Cyrille made a mental note to research on that subject when she got home.

“I dunno. They were talking about a lot of things I didn’t know about.” She replied quietly, inflecting on her own thoughts about the matter. “I didn’t know the Al Bhed strayed this far south; I definitely wasn’t expecting to brush up on my Al Bhed down here.”

“Sorry bout that. I got off track for a moment.” With a dismissive wave Cyrille immediately switched topics. “They were just saying about some red glyph being caused by a machina or something. Whatever it was, they seemed to be in a rush to check it out.” The red haired girl shrugged and held her hands out, palms up.

It was then that the Captain suddenly saw fit for the ship to get going again and, almost instantly, the boat was once again rocking to and fro with power. Cyrille took her chance to quickly cling onto the mast of the ship, finding it to be much more secure than the railings.

A pained looking Cyrille just clung pathetically to the mast.

“I’m gonna be sick…”

Night fall came restlessly to Cyrille; she was constantly on and off the edge of throwing up and was only fine through sheer willpower and fear of embarrassing herself as if her performance wasn’t already pathetic as it was. It was just as she was coming down from one of her spells when the boat suddenly rocked heavily to one side as if it were hit. Her motor sickness was quickly overcome as fear took over and forced Cyrille quickly upon her feet.