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Who: Majorita and Meteion
What: The demon goes to visit a friend she isn't yet willing to call her friend.
Where: Inside the Citadel
When: Late June
Why: I don't have to answer you, you're not my dad!

In the hallways of the the residential area of the Citadel, a short girl with purple hair was pacing. She'd been doing so for almost twenty minutes now, always heading towards a certain hall but turning back before going down it. She'd done it three separate times now, almost reaching a certain room, turning back and walking almost all the way back to her own, pausing, and then going back. There's no reason for her to be this hesitant. Its not like the person she's trying to get herself to visit would turn her away. The real struggle is why she's even doing it. Is she actually worried? She certainly wouldn't think so if asked, and would likely insult anyone foolish enough to insinuate such a thing. Why should SHE worry about anyone that isn't herself? Selfish thinking like that had kept her alive so far. It certainly hadn't endeared her to the people around her, but she had herself convinced it didn't matter.

And yet here she was on trip four. This time she managed to make it all the way to her destination without turning back. And there she stood, staring at the door as if concerned it was going to come to life eat her. She turns to walk away, and has her back on the door entirely, even getting a step or two away from it, before she stops herself. This is stupid. Where is all her self confidence? The stupid girl should be HAPPY she was out here, right? There's no reason for this nonsensical hesitation. She doesn't allow herself a chance to second guess herself. With a pounding of her fist on the door to Meteion's room, she announces her presence. "Hey. Hey bird. Its me. Open up."

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It's not the bird that actually answers, but the face is a familiar one anyway, if big and green. "Miss Majorita! It's a pleasure. I had heard of the goings-on in Venera, and I am pleased to see you well."

Gurbahl wastes no time in letting the demon in, stepping aside and bowing politely to her. He's not necessarily as fawning as Charlotte is, and his regard is more respectful, but it is warm regard nonetheless.

Meteion is there, but she sits motionless on the bed for the moment--though once Majorita is actually present, and within the room, it takes no more than her retainer closing the door for the entelechy to launch herself off the bed at the demon. Nothing dangerous here--she ends up hugging Majorita. But only for a few brief moments--she knows how Majorita reacted the last time Meteion hugged her.

"I'm glad to see you! I was worried." Likely for the same reasons as Gurbahl was, but he'd already touched on that, and the bird wasn't going to go over ground already tread.