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Claire is on a mission. Well a number of missions. She has a plan, you see - or an idea that might be a plab, so she can maybe be more than one half of 'the pair of blonde baking girls.'

First she tries that new hospital, looking for grouchy old men with canes. Then she tries the kitchen of the farmhouse, looking for the ghost of her boyfriend's sister. Then she wanders around the farm randomly looking for that redhead in a wheelchair and/or that older guy who makes her blood run cold everytime she sees his face.

It's possible anyone could find her anywhere, of course.

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Here, Claire, have an Ogier!

In her passing she may notice the rather large creature seated under a shade tree working in a large book that has to be the size of well..something big. Ogier books run large and there is a good stack beside of her.

Large teacup sized eyes flicker up, tufted ears twitching upward, once Ambriel has spotted the young human girl. She raises a hand in greeting also allowing a large friendly smile to split her face in half.

Hey, an - well, a thing!

Claire's first reaction is huh, I have no idea what that is. He second reaction, hot on the heals of that, is self satisfaction on how she's not freaked out by the thing (person) that looks like it (she) stepped out of Jim Hensen's studio.

It's cool, this world.

She raises a hand back and diverts her walking that way.

"Hey, where did you get the books?"

It's a low rumble of a laugh that the Ogier gives is gentle upon the ears instead of the booming sound that it could be. "I brought them with me- I wrote them. Hundreds of stories spaning from the Anyth Ocean to the Spine of the World." A pleased expression on the discussion of books slips across her broad-nosed face. "I hear that there are few books within the house though I have not had the chance to explore indoors yet."

Then, ohing softly, she sat the book she had been writing in down before climbing to her feet. "Please pardon me for not introducing myself. I am Ambriel, daughter of Amilia, daughter of Nyelle, Treesinger of Stedding Tsofu."

Claire had been thining more along the line of the physical books - they're quite big, and she'd been curious.

Still, she lets it go and offers a hand upwards, though she's not sure how much good it would do.

"I'm Claire," she says. "Bennet."

Ambriel leans forward, accepting the hand and giving it a good, practiced shake along with a gentle smile. "Your name sings in my ears, Claire Bennet. You are more than welcome to look at them if you wish. I have a few that are written in the New Tongue if you would be interested in reading them as well." See Ogier love stories and books. Lots of books. That is, aside from the whole nature thing.

OK, 'sings in my ears'? Sounds kinda dorky and Claire gives it a smile half bemused, half amused.

"Really? Cool, thanks. Is the new tongue what we're speaking now? English?"

"It is close enough I do think. Some words may not translate over but from what little research I have done so far they are closer to Middle English and can be later on." As dorky as it sounds Claire doesn't know how sensative Ambriel's ears are. Her name indeed is a nice sound to them. Even as she speaks they quiver a little and raise upward. "You are from a version of this Kansas?"

Yeah..still learning the whole 'America' thing.

"Well, not Kansas," Claire clarifies. "Texas, really. It's just a few hundred miles Southwest."

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