alchemist of the dusk sky

She took a step closer to Logy, watching as he brushed his hair aside. She hadn’t really paid too much attention to it until now, but he did have some nice hair. Lucina pulled her own hair over one shoulder, looking behind her as if she were paranoid something was going to happen. Before long, Logy spoke up once more, directing Lucina towards a supposedly less crowded cabin. The sudden wave of people was almost alarming to her since she never expected something like that to happen. She quickly moved through the crowd, clutching her blade until she was by Logy’s side once more. Being thin and speedy did have it’s perks.

”..A-Are there always so many people like this..?”

"You get used to it!" he said, perhaps not as reassuringly as he could have. Logy gestured towards a nearby handrail, indicating that Lucina should hold on if she found herself at odds with her body's inertia. He let out a chuckle as the train began to rumble before smoothing out to an even pace. Through the tunnels they went, illuminated by little more than service lights.

"At the station before ours, we should huddle near the door or we'll never get out." Hyperbole, of course. Hopefully Lucina wouldn't take him too seriously on that front.

Glancing down to the ticket in her hand, she did her best to read the numbers and lines all over it. She looked back up to the metal bars, thinking how silly it is to have such a simple set up to prevent unwanted people from passing through. As they got closer, Lucina stopped to look at them more closely. Others passing through did exactly as Logy explained; Scanned the ticket, and walked through. After watching a few others provide an example, she did the same, hesitating when pushing past the bars. But, she did it, and she felt a bit proud about it too. The princess glanced back to Logy, an eager look on her face like a proud child who just achieved something difficult they had been working on for a while. 

It had been a good change of pace for him, leaving the city. Thalassia wasn't all that different from Colseit in that regard, although the atmosphere was much imposing now. The people weren't as warm.

But he couldn't keep dwelling on that. He had to focus his energy towards finding a way back. Or if not that, maybe he could make this place a little more hospitable.

Logy snapped out of his thoughts at Lucina's voice. He smiled at the way she prided herself in how quickly she was picking things up. "You'll get used to it. When push comes to shove, you just gotta do what you gotta do." Now if only he had learned that lesson himself.

He led Lucina to the platform and watched as the train zoomed by, aligning itself with all the boarding spots. The gust swept up by the train made his hair flutter like the wings of a butterfly. Logy sputtered and brushed aside a lock that had caught against his nose.

"Hey, let's get on over here. I think the cabin will be less crowded." Yet as soon as he said that, Logy found himself getting shoved on by the rest of the crowd. He gaped and threw his hand up, signalling for Lucina to follow him lest they be split apart.

"Woah, hey, are you okay?” Cocona ignored the heat lingering in her cheeks to look at his head where he held it. With only slight hesitation, she reached up to put hers over his, “Let me look at it..” She instructed him as she gently slid it out of the way. She winced at the sight of the knot, but tried to make sure it wasn’t too visible: she didn’t want to freak him out.

"…"

She nodded, not exactly realizing what the ticket was necessary for, but agreeing anyways. Logy knew what he was talking about. Or, at least he seemed to. Suddenly, she paused to look down, hesitating to move forward.

"Okay. We'll want to take this line and head due north."

Under normal circumstances, weapons would not be permitted upon any sort of public transit. Yet this was Thalassia, a world of wonder and trickery, where the child seated behind you was most likely a thief and the old crone resting in the corner undoubtedly an assassin. It followed that personal arms would be admitted so as to allow some form of self-defense. Logy himself was reluctant to give up his sword, not that he had ever turned it upon a fellow human being. The very thought of it made his blood run cold.

"I don't think so," he murmured. It would earn her a few stares undoubtedly, but no one had reason to complain so long as she kept it sheathed. The likelihood of either of them ending up in a scuffle seemed negligible. One lone swordsman was one thing, but two armed individuals was another. "I say you hang onto it and if they complain, we'll figure something else out."

"Think about it, though…"

A little girl.

Eremes is mildly surprised to feel something resembling empathy stirring up within his dead chest, though his expression remains impassive. The slums, from what he understands, are an unpleasant place — certainly not suitable for a child, of all creatures.