Mateo's suggestion was welcomed with a smile, and Noe renewed her efforts to press the flowers into the soil, helping them to take root and be firmly entrenched in the ground. She hadn't much of a green thumb, but the other tasks set to their region had seemed less appealing to the young woman. Who wanted to go dig up old mines? Ick. So instead she was here.
At the suggestion that she might be a Dragoon, Noe smiled crookedly. Certainly her mother would have been pleased had Noe taken after her in that respect, but that was Koa's thing, not Noe's. She didn't have the right ability to take orders, or the desire for constant training. No, she was perfectly content with her life without being a Dragoon, thank-you-very-much. 'I'm actually in training to be an engineer," she said brightly. "Not that the Dragoons aren't great, because they are, but it's not really my thing."
At the suggestion that she might be a Dragoon, Noe smiled crookedly. Certainly her mother would have been pleased had Noe taken after her in that respect, but that was Koa's thing, not Noe's. She didn't have the right ability to take orders, or the desire for constant training. No, she was perfectly content with her life without being a Dragoon, thank-you-very-much. 'I'm actually in training to be an engineer," she said brightly. "Not that the Dragoons aren't great, because they are, but it's not really my thing."
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