6/1/2025, 4:58 AM
Skill : 「None」
The soft, rhythmic sound of falling rain was continuous and gentle. Slowly Rouche’s eyes shut, his ears partially cupped forward to listen a bit more closely. It was calming and a nice break from the unanswered questions that still swirled in his mind following the whole altercation that resulted in this new life. It began to feel like peace would be a thing of the past as Rouche attempted to wrap his head around the logistics of the reality he found himself within.
Moments like this were priceless.
However, the tranquility of the scene shattered in a mere moment, the quiet of rainfall drowned out by the sound of a thud. It was as if someone had carried something heavy then carelessly dropped it into the wet grass and mud.
Green eyes opened without haste, regardless of pace they began to instinctively scan for the source. It hadn’t taken long to spot them: a figure of alabaster and silver against the vibrant backdrop of a forest’s peak in spring. Rouche was silent, for a moment, simply choosing to observe before all else.
She was curled in on herself, nestled within the roots of the surrounding wisteria. The placement felt strange, based on the way rain was pelting her so relentlessly. Was she possibly stuck? Or perhaps even injured and unable to move to better coverage?
The soft, rhythmic sound of falling rain was continuous and gentle. Slowly Rouche’s eyes shut, his ears partially cupped forward to listen a bit more closely. It was calming and a nice break from the unanswered questions that still swirled in his mind following the whole altercation that resulted in this new life. It began to feel like peace would be a thing of the past as Rouche attempted to wrap his head around the logistics of the reality he found himself within.
Moments like this were priceless.
However, the tranquility of the scene shattered in a mere moment, the quiet of rainfall drowned out by the sound of a thud. It was as if someone had carried something heavy then carelessly dropped it into the wet grass and mud.
Green eyes opened without haste, regardless of pace they began to instinctively scan for the source. It hadn’t taken long to spot them: a figure of alabaster and silver against the vibrant backdrop of a forest’s peak in spring. Rouche was silent, for a moment, simply choosing to observe before all else.
She was curled in on herself, nestled within the roots of the surrounding wisteria. The placement felt strange, based on the way rain was pelting her so relentlessly. Was she possibly stuck? Or perhaps even injured and unable to move to better coverage?
Miss?he called out clearly, voice even if not a bit curious.
You are not injured, are you? My name is Rouche, I’m a practicing herbalist,maybe a sprain? Maybe a sickness? It was impossible to tell without examining closer.