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                  a voice from the fog-- claustrophobically tight, stalagtites and pointed floors with water dripping from their tips. heeled boots tapping on a rocky surface and SCUFFLING through the MIST. the visitor REEKS of ill-will, and the green-haired summoner is all but camoflaged by the heavy, smokey aura of the cavern around them. ( something awful. a darkness she cannot see. ) she senses it, she can feel its presense there. like an oily water that threatens to drag her down. threatens to CHOKE HER with whispers she cannot understand. 

            “ TURN AROUND. you aren't welcome here. ”

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                “ people don't always cry when they're sad! ” rydia's voice was gentle toward the maenad, hand enveloping her smaller, more fragile one. it was STRANGE taking the place of the MATERNAL figure, aiding a CHILD through natural growth when she, herself, had gone without. but she managed friendliness; a smile. " there are tears of joy. tears of anger. "

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               “ there's no point in holding onto something for so long. especially anger or sadness. they can weigh you down and keep you from going forward. i think that my mother would want me to celebrate my life without her. and i really think that yours would want the same. that’s what mothers want for their children. happiness. ”

                  there was a prolonged silence, fingers tapping against the plush skin of her lower lip. sat reclined, she could feel the velvet material tickling her arms. a pleasant sensation that brought warmth and familiarity, along with an uncontrollable urge to sink in. 

                  “ ...do you remember her? ”

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                  Deep in the BRUME of juniper and fern, a moon overhead and stones at my feet; I walked through a veil of cypress and birch and came to a surface painted with leaves. VOICELESS, a child appeared in the brush and smiled with a hush, all dusty and tanned– and before I could speak, she ran to my side and knelt with a flower she placed in my hand. Faces gaze upon me; Ageless figures come ALIVE. Without a sound they mouthed the words of mystery, and I knew NO TRANSLATION for the history they gave to me.

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pupbot asked: Rydia or Rosa?

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       “ mysidia. don’t  worry, ugh. i got lost my first time too. ” the tomb-bearing young woman took in the sight of a taller, more muscular male. although her gaze, offended by the harsh rays of an evening’s setting sun, was thinned and none-too-friendly because of it, her voice was soft and as jubilant as ever. “ if you’re looking to get to Baron, there’s a teleporter just over that way. it’s decorated by serpent banners. I can show you, if you want. it’s the only way to get off this island without taking an airship. ”

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hiighwxnd:

Her reasoning was confusing, why anyone would bother themselves with climbing up this mountain, it was beyond him. Kain would love to leave… this was the best place for him as it stood, however.  “A few, were there more I’ve not taken notice of them.” That grave atop the mountain, however, seemed to take away much of his sense of the outside world. “Quite fortunate, really.”

     “ Yes... that’s a problem.”  Rydia observed, one hand taking her chin in a quiet gesture of pensiveness. the green-haired young woman let her eyes roam the cliffsides, looking upward toward the summit with unbridled apprehension.  “ it shouldn’t come as a surprise; earthquakes are something monitored below the surface. if at any time the ground should give-way, it could be disastrous. especially for more populated areas. --Kain.

               is something occupying you? ”

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                  Deep in the BRUME of juniper and fern, a moon overhead and stones at my feet; I walked through a veil of cypress and birch and came to a surface painted with leaves. VOICELESS, a child appeared in the brush and smiled with a hush, all dusty and tanned– and before I could speak, she ran to my side and knelt with a flower she placed in my hand. Faces gaze upon me; Ageless figures come ALIVE. Without a sound they mouthed the words of mystery, and I knew NO TRANSLATION for the history they gave to me.

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        xOUTx. hey, as a thing! I reply super quick on some days ( like tonight ). don’t think you guys need to reply with the same speed. it’s just a good something to do on a night with very little to take my interest, so i tend to pump them out fast. no worries on your speed or length!

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Noel.

       ❝ I’m sure everyone’s a bit afraid. What about you? Do you consider it greedy for people to wish for more days with those that they love? Is it wrong? ❞ 

       PERHAPS SHE IS RIGHT. He cannot help but reflect on the statement, one that may relate to him far more than he is willing to admit. The source of his newfound solemnity stems from information he has chosen to withhold, for it is the type to be easily abused. So casually is the topic discussed ( one traditionally heavy, at least for him ) and they had only touched on the surface of it. There was no denying humanity had been quite greedy in all respects, not just time alone. Now there is a mild sting within the heart, flooding conscience and soul. He finds himself reconsidering past choices, regretting past choices. The revelation causes him to question other events of the past — whether his motives in the end had been greedy, too. 

To crave change by manipulating something so influential as time not only modified his own reality, but the existence of all. So, if a deity ( while wielding knowledge never intended for its pawn ) orders the reconstruction of the timeline, as well as the ability to harness such a power, was it still considered an act of selfishness? If so, is it on behalf of the bestower or the receiver? He begins to wonder if the Goddess had graced him simply to fulfill a task she had no capacity to fulfill rather than grant him a second chance at life. In other words, was it a convenience for her rather than an act of mercy? She is renowned by most for her compassionate nature, so he finds himself conflicted on the possibility. 

The requested tool is handed over, eyes still intently observing as she works. Here they are cultivating specimens ( or ingredients? He simply tagged along, clueless ). The turmoil he experiences is kept wholly internal. 

     she didn’t  really have a frame of reference. since she was very small, rydia had never known a true and set time. she would go into the Feymarch as an adult and be gone for what seemed like minutes, only to emerge with weeks put upon her age. it was true that she wished she could’ve had more time with her MOTHER. more time to enjoy her childhood and grow up under the guidance of others like her. but that kind of wishful thinking is what corrupts. at least... she thought so. 

“ i don’t know. ” breathed Rydia, striking the earth with the tip of the spade to sculpt the dirt around the root-locked fungus. the pads of her fingers ghosted over its red and spotted cap, experiencing texture and warmth from a day in the sun. “ my people’s lives are very short. it comes with our duty and friendship to the eidolons. the more we enter the feymarch, the more we age. most summoners only lived to be in their thirties. ”

yanking the stem and its roots from the ground, she carefully folded it into the silk pouch she wore around her waist. it too was adorned with little saphires and yellow stars that matched the rest of her vibrant ensemble. standing beside the young man who wore so much navy and cerulean, they might’ve rivaled the colors of the earth and sky. 

“ it’s not greedy. i think that... wanting to spend more time with the people you love is natural. ” dusting off her knees from the emerald stains that bit there, Rydia looked him square in the eye. “ it’s only when we try to change what is natural that it becomes obsession. though, i suppose that passion is still not entirely wrong. ”

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One grows used to the Mountain, or so Kain kept telling himself. It kept him going, keeping him from crumbling to the many difficulties the mountain posed. Eventually, and maybe not soon, but eventually he’d become used to today’s struggles, they’d be nothing. He told himself he didn’t miss people, that he could get by without people…

“Rydia?” It was certainly a surprise, though he’d yet to decide if it were an unwelcome one or not. “What are you doing here?” 

           “ I came to find you, actually. I hope you don’t mind. I know its unexpected. ” her voice was accompanied by the jostled ringing of bell-like ‘clang’s emenating from the star-shaped jewelry on her ears. one hand cradled the wound-up whip while another helped hoist her over another large stone where she then decided to sit and listen to the howling winds.  “ have there been any EARTHQUAKES recently? ”

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           “ watch your  step. “ her voice echoed over the barren, cavernous hole. the walls were tinted blue from the bits of aquamarine and coloured quartz that decorated the den. an exit from a mountain that would normally have been crawling with tag-team raids from the undead. “ this ledge doesn’t look so safe. kind of hard to balance on. “ she licked her lips before adding, “ can’t imagine living in a place like this for as long as you. but it does make you easy to find, i’ll admit... are you alright, by the way? it’s been a while, Kain. “

@hiighwxnd​

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                  Deep in the BRUME of juniper and fern, a moon overhead and stones at my feet; I walked through a veil of cypress and birch and came to a surface painted with leaves. VOICELESS, a child appeared in the brush and smiled with a hush, all dusty and tanned-- and before I could speak, she ran to my side and knelt with a flower she placed in my hand. Faces gaze upon me; Ageless figures come ALIVE. Without a sound they mouthed the words of mystery, and I knew NO TRANSLATION for the history they gave to me.

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Kain. 

     “It is not.” Steadfast tone replied, served in a stoical demeanor. His gaze averted away, due knowing upon the other’s inquisitive behavior. His helmet acted as his facade, an exterior mask that provide his own comforting sanctuary.

     Eyeing upon others, some snores might have been observed, throughout his thorough scan of the gathered members. Not stupefying, at very least. Had they journeyed not long, most’d bother not to conserve their own energy, probably spend more time in midst of worrisome feels. Now, probably in an obvious hint, a young girl’d cast their worries normally in this sort of situation.

     “Tomorrow’s another day, you may… speak to me if it’s to cast away your troubled thoughts.”     

       " ah! nothing gets by you, does it? " her brows had lifted in gentle observance, hands gathering the emerald material of her ensemble. she was so curious; he was an enigma in and of himself, guarded closely by a shell of EXTERIOR ARMOR that would have her confuse him for a sentient eidolon from the deep. but she sat beside him as she'd intended, elbows resting on her knees. " you seem so collected all the time. even when everyone else is about to fall apart. "

          long fingers curled inward against the silks and satins she wore, eyes taking to the moon that they would undoubtedly journey towards. she could hear the tell-tale scuffling of Rosa's gown against the grass, of Cecil's armor creaking in the night. " i'm afraid. more than i'd like to admit... i don't know what we're going to do; Golbez is always one step ahead. " there was a pause, her eyes moving to rest on the dragon-shapd helmet that revealed only violet-tinted lips. “ what i mean is... it’s hard to stay optimistic. ”

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Nadas.

✲ ||   HIS PATH FOLLOWS her own, easily walking over the branch with ease( on the balls of his feet he walks, graceful like the halla his people are known to cherish ). The Emerald Graves were a beautiful sort this time of day & in the spring no less bright with green foliage & freshly bloomed flowers. ＂There is a grand waterfall not too far from here, known as the Silver Falls. The water seems to illuminate in the moonlight & you can see the river it flows into for quite many yards before it disappears into the forest.

          The woods here practically breathe magic as it were— or used to when my people roamed its ground regularly.＂

            " really? around here? " she turns on her heel, haze finding the taller man's line of sight to follow off into the beautiful, viridian trees. she could blend in here perfectly if she chose to, donning different variations of green and gold with hints of a daunting violet tucked behind her ears.

              the elves were a mysterious people she was almost always INTRUIGED by. with their knowledge of magic and nature, they were almost as her people had been. maybe that's why the prospect of their friendship excited her so.  " the valley used to be that way too. the whole thing was always covered in FOG. but the trees were so green. you would've loved it. -- what did this place used to be? i can feel an residual energy. like mana, but more faint.  "