[ When a moogle had randomly arrived at Thancred's domain despite no prior warning, he had made the obvious assumption: it was one of Himeka's creations who decided to wander over for reasons unknown. It's not as if moogles are particularly interested in explaining themselves most of the time, and so all Mogwry had shared with him was his name and the fact that he wanted to play cards.
Thancred may have only interacted with them briefly, but that's when it clicks: this must be one of the moogles Himeka had put in Reno's domain, before it vanished. Perhaps it's a bit of a vagrant now, flitting from domain to domain.
As it turns out, though, Mogwry's bold confidence far outweighs his actual skill in the game of Triple Triad. It isn't long before the sore loser is busy squeaking out kupo after kupopopo! in dismay.
Thancred, meanwhile, is having a wonderful time snacking on some roasted meat at the campfire and showing this moogle what a true master of cards looks like.
However, what he hadn't predicted or guessed at is what comes next, when a woman with a very large axe and very pink hair tromps through the woods to scold him. Thancred glances up from his hand of cards and plate of food to regard her, perplexed. ]
Your moogle? And just who are you?
[ He shoots a glance between the woman and Mogwry, as if to test this claim. ]
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Thancred may have only interacted with them briefly, but that's when it clicks: this must be one of the moogles Himeka had put in Reno's domain, before it vanished. Perhaps it's a bit of a vagrant now, flitting from domain to domain.
As it turns out, though, Mogwry's bold confidence far outweighs his actual skill in the game of Triple Triad. It isn't long before the sore loser is busy squeaking out kupo after kupopopo! in dismay.
Thancred, meanwhile, is having a wonderful time snacking on some roasted meat at the campfire and showing this moogle what a true master of cards looks like.
However, what he hadn't predicted or guessed at is what comes next, when a woman with a very large axe and very pink hair tromps through the woods to scold him. Thancred glances up from his hand of cards and plate of food to regard her, perplexed. ]
Your moogle? And just who are you?
[ He shoots a glance between the woman and Mogwry, as if to test this claim. ]