Archbishop Rhea

Any face from her own world is a good face to see- is what Rhea was thinking before laying eyes on the person that seemed to at least closely resemble the student she knew as Lorenz. Granted last she saw him it seemed like he was trying very hard to hold back tears from losing the White Heron cup. Not that she would bring that up, either.

And- it’s not as if she’s unhappy to see him, but she can’t help but feel a little put off by the others change in appearance. He’s older- for some reason, how much older? she isn’t sure exactly . . . In her time she’s seen many humans grow old if she had to wager a guess under 10 years. It was sometimes hard to be sure though.

“Lorenz, that is you is it not?” Perhaps a slight hint of hesitation in her voice, she was not dressed as the Archbishop, she had not been since her first night in this city. Although she’s sure he will still recognize her. “Forgive me if I am mistaken you look . . . Different.” For a lack of a better word. A glance around at his current circumstance, he seemed to be keeping the area clean of trash and debris- or at least trying too. So she simply had to word it . . . Politely.

A small campfire, children playing, the smell of cooked food and the sound of insects chirping in the night, stressful to others but music to Rhea. It had been so long in her own world since she could enjoy simple things like this, looking up at the night sky almost makes her want to sing.

She had taken it upon herself to take a group of young kids from the ground levels on a camping trip near the woods- although in her current condition she sought some help in the form of Willow. Who apparently had experience in this sort of thing.

Everytime she finds a solution or feels like she makes progress in her goal something else seems to set her back. At the very least the people in this city were . . . Somewhat helpful. Depending on who it was.

And that was who she needed right now! More or less, The woods have been a wonderful place to explore so far. There were many interesting things here.

“Fuyumine, wonderful!” She has no idea what the ‘scholar’ is doing out in the woods at this hour but it makes little difference to her currently. “I hope you remember me- if not perhaps we could save reintroduction for later.” a quick motion pointing to a small trail of red on the ground. “Someone or something was injured, normally I would not hesitate to run in by myself however with my limited abilities . . . Any help you could offer me would be useful.”

It would be wrong to say the city had been unkind to Rhea since her arrival. They did at least give her living quarters and some starting sums of money, obviously nothing like she had back at the monastery and she had to leave her more ostentatious robes behind for more practical clothes. . The very act of sending her here though could cause any number of untold problems and worries.

Not to mention, once again it seemed something wished to interfere with her goal . . .

But any and all negativity is pushed to the side when her eyes find the familiar face of the few remaining family she has left in the world. Looking over some street vendors fish-fry stand so innocently.

“Flayn?”

Unfortunately she can’t quite hold herself back from embracing the young girl. Even if everything else was gone at least she still had someone here, and until she could contact Seteth she would not allow anything to happen to her. No one would harm her family again.

She had already seen a great deal of people in this city- and in her own world really, but new ones were always popping up to surprise her still. It seemed she had ordered a specific food item- but it had gotten mixed up with someone elses. That someone else being Rhea and there was a constant back and forth on if she was going to confront them about it . . . 

It was cute for a time but, really she should learn to take charge . . . And the constant glances from the girl . . . Well that wasn’t anything she was unused too actually. So finally Rhea stands up and approaches her, slowly, hopefully she wasn’t too intimidating as she was- standing over her before speaking.

Rhea had slowly become more accustomed to seeing more people from her world so it wasn’t nearly as big of a shock when she laid eyes on the person who resembled Ashe. What was still hard to adjust too was the fact that so many of them were simply . . . Different.

The majority of the people she had seen had all grown up, by 5 years at least. Although there was still quite a lot she didn’t understand about the entire situation . . .From what she could recall Ashe was a nice young man, aspiring to be a night. Everything that had transpired with Lonato was unfortunate but it seemed unlikely he would go down the same road . . .

He seemed to be rather engrossed in a book- yes he enjoyed reading quite a lot, didn’t he? And . . . Cooking was it? Perhaps he could assist with some tasks . . .

“Please, stop moving so much- yes thank you.” A couple dabs of ointment before wrapping a small bandage around a man’s arm. It wasn’t anything major but still any injury should be taken care of as soon as possible, the man gives a quick thank you and a bow, which Rhea returns. “Of course, may Sothis watch over you.”

He gives a quizzical look as if to ask who or what ‘Sothis’ is but simply shrugs with a nod and runs off. It seemed spreading the word of the church of Seiros was going to take some time . . . As she stands up she catches the figure of Rose in the distance, she seemed fine but it was always better to double check.

Archbishop Rhea 

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