[ Himeka is patient, if anything, and seems to have no problem giving this visitor the time he needs to consider his options, no matter how much of a ruckus the other Moogles make. If only her calm would rub off on them, but alas, she has made them a little too like their real-world iterations.

As soon as Moghod is free, he immediately flails in a circle before fluttering upwards to join his comrades. The others flock around him and a series of frantic and relieved "kupos" echo like a chorus across the Zenith. ]

They are good companions and entertainers. And excellent craftsmen, when they put their poms to it.

[ On cue one of the Moogles brandishes a hammer, though it seems to be less out of a love for craft and more to make idol threads towards the silver-haired man.

The rest of the area, though...Himeka turns her attention away from their guest to the open stone walls that encircle most of the area. This brings a smile to her face. ]

This is the Zenith--or, well, a recreation of a place from my star. A home to dragons. A place that Moogles helped restore, actually.

[ Turning her attention back to the man, she inclines her head. ]

But Moogles can be found other places...they're part of the postal service, actually. Or seen often in the Shroud. Is that where you call home?