This particular ward is a special purgatory. Therion sticks to the Surface for now, wandering shops and stands to avoid noticing yet another gigantic fucking cliff in the area. Why are there so many drops in this place? And why does he keep getting caught off guard? Therion has spent his entire life on guard, yet suddenly he’s in a new place– a new world, feels like– and finds himself tripping up over every little thing.
Exhibit A: He’s studying trinkets through the shop’s windows, trying to ascertain whether or not it’s worth stepping further inside, when–
► “Agh!” Therion does not yelp. He does not, he merely… jumps and spins, coming face to face with someone he actually recognizes. Someone he missed, though gods forbid he mention that any time soon.
► “Prim?!” He takes her in, from her token red to that iconic hair, those sharp eyes and familiar smile. Primrose, no doubt about it. But– “I could ask you the same thing. I only turned up a few days ago, when did you show up here? If they’ve got me and you,” he says, words running away from him, “what about the others? Have you seen anyone?”
Ah. He shouldn’t ask that. But the shock of finding Prim, or… Prim finding him, knocks down his filter for the briefest of moments.
► “… You know, just in case we have to keep them out of trouble.” Even though one could argue Therion’s one of the more trouble-prone in their group. Gods.
─ ✦; Therion was always so vigilant, watching prizes like a hawk, quite fitting for a skilled thief like him, but his shocked reaction made it all more evident just how out of his depth he was, a fact that is met with a low, brief chuckle from the dancer. Still, his words suggest that he doesn’t know any more than she does about their current situation, and that makes her wary of her surroundings.
“I’m not up to anything, given that I only came here a few days ago,” She carefully looks at his face, hair, outfit - yes, it’s Therion, the one and only. Primrose’s mouth opens again, but now she isn’t smiling. “Out of our fellow companions, though, you’re the only one I’ve seen here. What a fortunate coincidence.”
Among the city-wide festivities, the music and the food, talking to an old comrade was like a breath of fresh air, but the situation was still off from her point of view -- Therion being here, too, set off a few alarms. If their companions were here, then they just hadn’t come across them yet. It’s as if someone had kidnapped them into this idyllic place, for whatever agenda they had.
“I don’t remember how I arrived here,” Primrose says, arms crossed over her chest. “Do you?”