4/17/2025, 12:46 AM
Skill : 「 - 」
Auberon was politely silent, stilling his tongue when he knew it was his turn to listen. This pink tree phenomena was not the only of its kind, as his newest acquaintance had at least one prior run in with them elsewhere. Briefly—distantly—he wondered just how many areas like this one existed throughout the lands and what their purpose was. Did they even have a purpose?
Names of areas—or maybe they were groups?—were mentioned in passing, but it was more than valuable enough to store in his memory. Northfall, to the west and Avon somewhere nearby.
As the pair walked, it was true the grim had felt a pull towards its end, as if a tether tied to his soul was being reeled in. The woman’s words were met with a flick of his ear that was closest to her, then a momentary, side-eyed glance. It called to him, she claimed. It was going to form a path to somewhere, possibly somewhere that he wished to go.
As they walked, Auberon closed his eyes, a thoughtful hum leaving sealed lips. Where would his heart yearn to go? Home was the answer, but which home? The village, the land of his queen, the forest he came from centuries ago? They were all home and they were all deeply entangled in his heart, he would have been happy with any.
Pink trees were replaced by whimsical willows of green or red vines, beneath their canopies were hundreds of twinkling lights that heavily resembled a swarm of fireflies. Was he truly within Her realm once more? The high noon sun was replaced with the cotton candy swirls of twilight, orange and purple lined clouds floating along without a care.
Auberon was politely silent, stilling his tongue when he knew it was his turn to listen. This pink tree phenomena was not the only of its kind, as his newest acquaintance had at least one prior run in with them elsewhere. Briefly—distantly—he wondered just how many areas like this one existed throughout the lands and what their purpose was. Did they even have a purpose?
Names of areas—or maybe they were groups?—were mentioned in passing, but it was more than valuable enough to store in his memory. Northfall, to the west and Avon somewhere nearby.
As the pair walked, it was true the grim had felt a pull towards its end, as if a tether tied to his soul was being reeled in. The woman’s words were met with a flick of his ear that was closest to her, then a momentary, side-eyed glance. It called to him, she claimed. It was going to form a path to somewhere, possibly somewhere that he wished to go.
As they walked, Auberon closed his eyes, a thoughtful hum leaving sealed lips. Where would his heart yearn to go? Home was the answer, but which home? The village, the land of his queen, the forest he came from centuries ago? They were all home and they were all deeply entangled in his heart, he would have been happy with any.
I suppose we shall find out where my heart yearns to be, together,he would not dare chase her off.
That is, if you are willing to accompany me?Auberon beamed, his tail swishing a few beats the further along they walked. The end was nigh, and curiosity only pushed him along further.
Pink trees were replaced by whimsical willows of green or red vines, beneath their canopies were hundreds of twinkling lights that heavily resembled a swarm of fireflies. Was he truly within Her realm once more? The high noon sun was replaced with the cotton candy swirls of twilight, orange and purple lined clouds floating along without a care.
The land of the fae,he announced, be it to himself or his unexpected companion if she had chosen to stay. It was the last place he was before being transported into Mythris.
