Skill: Tunnel of Love 1/5

Whatever strange sort of gift the sprites of Spring offered, Foxglove felt like it had to somehow be bound to some sort of cosmic energy. He now sought out the tunnels - finding them wasn't that hard - not when they stood out so strongly against the backdrop of winter, even with the ruddy color in some spaces of the blushed meadows. The pink was still out of the ordinary, and Foxglove diverted from his focus from mapping out potential garden spots when he caught that scent again. When he'd visited The Hand with Fable he'd been interested in the whole concept - finding this new strange place, being there, all of it was intriging.

It was like whatever had spirited him away before to a different space had also given them this sort of place - connected to memories, maybe, but he wasn't certain. If he went into the tunnel without Fable would that mean that he wouldn't find the village they'd visited before, but instead, only his home?

Maybe that was the crux of it - he would have to figure it out and investigate on his own. What triggered where they were taken? His nose twitched as he took in the heady scent of the trees blossoms again - immediately his paws followed his nose until he could see the tunnel properly again. The trees were tall, bough's full of fragrent beautiful flowers. It was beautiful and he hoped that they would last and survive for longer. What if he managed to get some of the seeds from those flowers, could he plant them? Could he grow them and cultivate them? It was an interesting concept, at least.

The ruddy colored male stopped, tail swaying slowly behind him. He hadn't visited one of the tunnels by himself thusfar, and it made him hesitate for a moment. What if it didn't work without someone else?

Skill: Heartbroken [1/5]

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It'd been days. Weeks? Koyuki didn't know. And by this point, she didn't care to find out.

Her body was gaunt, with contours of her ribs jutting from her sides. The woman stepped over the snow with quiet huffs. Her legs were burning. Screaming at her to stop. To repose. To curl up somewhere warm and never wake up.

Koyuki was starving. The notion of food made a pang of agony grip her stomach with icy fingers. Cerulean eyes squeezed shut and she let out a low, pained hiss. Her tail thrashed against her side in discontentment.

This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.

She was to die with honor, as Kairyū had. As Daisuke had. Not trudging around a foreign land, left wondering how to leave. How she'd got there in the first place—everything was a blur. One second was the comfort of her home. Desolate, yet familiar. Yet now...

Koyuki's nose twitched against the air. Through the frigid air pierced a sweet scent that spoke of spring, of warmth—the scent of flowers. Floral, gentle, benign... nearly eliciting a smile on the somber woman's lips.

She descended the hill, toward the smell flowery smell, halting before a tunnel of blush pink. Koyuki squinted at the towering trees, bedecked with blooming blossoms, despite the season. The gusts of heimal winds did nothing to shed away the petals that sprouted from the branches. How?

She stepped through the tunnel, tail coiled at her limbs. Uncertain, yet thoroughly allured.