* young / lion.

That her immediate response to his concerns was a laugh was hopefully reassuring. It was too late to take it back now regardless. Was she alright? She was part dragon, entirely Servant, and he actually thought people could hurt her? 

Granted, putting it that way would not exactly give off the impression nor the reputation she was trying to spread. Cocky swagger was not becoming of a Saint, no matter how based in truth it may be.

“There’s no need for concern. The Lord will guide and protect me through it, much as He may set it up to begin with to test those who follow. You would do better to watch out for yourself; whatever misplaced beliefs the locals have about me will amount to no harm.”

   ... you’re not sure if that laugh was meant to be reassuring or mocking. it certainly came off as the latter, but the woman’s serene disposition and manner of speech suggested the former. you frown, not liking the feeling of being responded to in such a way, but brush it aside. patronizing or not, the lady did you a great service by helping you contain that ill-fated attempt at magic. 

“...well... alright,” you relent with a soft sigh. “my apologies. i didn’t mean to pry or meddle, milady. i suppose i couldn’t help the concern. where i’m from, dragons are treated... less than kindly, to put it mildly. it’s become something of a gut reaction to worry when i hear about this sort of thing; though if you say you’ll be fine, then you’ll be fine.”

   that said, a simple thank you doesn’t feel like enough to show gratitude. a soft ‘hmmm’ escapes your lips as you think it over, debating whether or not there might be anything you could do to show the lady your appreciation... in the end, you suppose it’d simply be better to ask outright. 

Euden really would never get angry at someone for bumping into him, much less if it didn’t hurt at all. Hes met much stranger people and accepted them as friends after all.

“Don’t worry! There are a lot of people around here after all, even I am not always used to this.“ He did enjoy it however, even more when the people here didn’t seem to notice him as a prince. He was able to blend right in, though it seemed like the other wasn’t as lucky. 

Euden takes a quick glance towards where the other is showing, knowing just how to act when trying to avoid other knights. As for what is being explained Euden can guess the other must have been part of the city before like him, and he gives the other a smile as if nothing will be wrong.

“Follow me then, I noticed a back way over here we could go. Should at least help keep those knights from following you for a bit!“ At least as long as they didn’t already expect them to go that way, but Euden thought it looked pretty empty before. He held out his hand for the other to take so he could lead them.

   not used to this... perhaps from that city, then? you make a mental note to at least ask the other boy about it later; perhaps, should you ever be sent back to spirale, you’ll be able to meet up... despite quite literally only having known the blond for perhaps five minutes at best, you’ve found you quite like him. if you’re to be trapped -- be it here, spirale, anywhere that isn’t your beloved elibe -- it would be nice to have made a friend. perhaps trusting so blindly is a mistake waiting to happen, but anything at this point would be better than being held hostage in some castle when its lord has clearly made a mistake...

   ( they wouldn’t even let you see the lord, either, to explain the confusion. perhaps it’s for the best-- if this world really did have an eliwood lookalike, you’re not sure what you would have done. a twinge of homesickness pangs in your chest once again, but you push it aside. )

“lead the way,” you return the blond’s smile and take his hand, falling into step alongside him. “oh, right-- i don’t think i ever introduced myself, i’m sorry! my name is roy. it’s a pleasure to meet you; i only wish it were under better circumstances... i’m not usually this... helpless, i suppose.” 

   you frown, pacing around the small clearing. one moment you’d sat down to catch your breath, the next your sword was gone. ... if you could even call it a proper sword, being made of wood and therefore unsuitable for proper self-defense. figures. you escape captivity at the hands of those knights, only to get yourself lost in the woods and misplace the one thing that had stuck with you upon your arrival in spirale. 

   ... you’d only just found yourself settling in there, too. how many more times would the universe move you about? how long would it take until you’re brought back home? you sigh, kicking at a pebble in frustration. this... this is horrible. you just want to see your father, even if only for a moment... 

   the sound of boots against dirt catch your attention, and your gaze whirls upwards from your shoes. did they seriously follow you in here--?!

“oh-- miss lucina!” ... it is her, right? she’s changed considerably, evidently having become one of the draken, but that mark in her eye is unmistakable. what in the world were the odds of that? “you’re here too?!”

Euden wondered if he had gotten himself a little lost in the marketplace, but at the same time he knew that it was one of the best places to pick up things about the city. Though he wouldn’t mind having someone to talk to rather than trying to pick up on things on his own. 

A little lost in his thoughts he didn’t notice someone who got closer, not until the two of them were bumped into each other. Euden let out a little noise, more of surprise than pain as he looked at the person who seemed to be in a hurry. Euden could tell the other at least seemed to want to get away from something in the market.

“I’m fine! It would take more than that to get me down.“ A proud flutter of his red colored wings as he gave the other a smile.

“What about you? Is something going on?“ Euden asked curious, but would fully be willing to help hide the other if he asked.

   well, at least he’s unhurt-- and not angry, by the looks of it. you exhale a quiet sigh of relief, slitted blue eyes darting backwards to try and place the knights from before. thankfully, they’re still a considerable distance away... and don’t show any signs of coming this way just yet. 

“that’s a relief... i’m glad you’re unhurt, sir. again, i really am sorry. i’m not usually this clumsy...” you laugh weakly, knowing lilina would object if she were here. ( gods, you wish she were. it’s only been what, a million times that your best friend has crossed your mind by now? ) 

you press on, reaching up to scratch a cheek awkwardly-- though you find yourself pulling your hand away upon brushing against the scales that have sprouted up ‘round your cheeks and eyes. by saint elimine, they feel awkward... they don’t hurt at all-- the scales are smooth and cool to touch, but you can’t shake the feeling that they don’t quite belong there. that said, they don’t exactly feel out of place, either...

   ( mother was a dragon, father had told you once upon a time. perhaps that’s why the scales aren’t entirely strange to you. )

“i suppose you could say something’s going on, though, yes. it seems those knights over there,” you glance in their direction again, hoping the other boy might look their way too-- but subtly, “have mistaken me for one of their lord’s sons. i tried to explain that i’m not from xalphina at all, and that i have no idea who they are or what’s going on, but they treated it as though i was playing was some sort of game. i only just escaped, but it seems they've noticed already...”

   unfortunately, it seems your absence has been very much noted. the moment you’d stepped into eriol’s marketplace, you’d caught sight of knights bearing that estate’s crest. even more unfortunately for you, your hurry to escape their line of sight -- you really hate your family’s red hair right about now -- has caused you to smack into someone. 

“sorry, sorry--” you briefly glance back over your shoulder, hoping they haven’t noticed you yet. “are you alright?” 

“Even those accustomed to magic have been finding this particular brand of it troublesome.” Rider had started her fair share of fires so far, what with any particular bouts of annoyance or anger seeming to draw flames out of her without effort or warning. She was sure she could eventually get control over it; one couldn’t tame a dragon and not be able to eventually learn their own abilities.

“Judging by the lack of immediate hostility towards me, I take it you’re from the city as well?” Nor did the locals seem as if they would be so inexperienced with their own magics as to start a fire so carelessly. But that part was just left unsaid, even if she couldn’t help a slight judging air from hanging about her. Hypocritical? Yes, what of it? At least her fires weren’t intentionally cast spells.

“are they really? my teacher once told me i wasn’t suited for magic, but i’ve always wanted to try it... i suppose i got a little overly excited once i realized i had the chance. once again, you have my thanks.” 

   you’re sure she’s just trying to make you feel better-- your childhood friend is a mage specializing in fire, and she commands it as gracefully as... well... anything graceful. a swan, maybe? if a swan could cast magic? you’re having trouble thinking of a simile at the moment, far too busy being embarrassed by the situation... but then, perhaps she means a draken’s magic? 

   nonetheless, the words are somewhat reassuring... even if they seem a touch judgmental. and your cape is no longer on fire. that’s always nice.

“do you mean spirale?” the mention of the city catches your attention -- a blessed reprieve from the blunder -- and you nod. “yes, i am.” 

   sort of. more like you’re from pherae, but found yourself in spirale... somehow. you’d closed your eyes one moment, having dozed off under a tree in the castle courtyard, and when you woke up... well. there you were, being beckoned into the mechanical carriage -- taxis, you’d learned -- and brought to the archimedes ward with nothing but the clothes on your back, a wooden sword, and the phone they’d given you. 

   you suppose ‘from spirale’ is close enough.

“but the people here are... hostile towards you?” she looks like any other draken you’ve seen milling about so far... had she done something wrong? “are you alright? no one’s tried to hurt you, have they?” 

@pheraelion ☾ ( sc )

It’s always noticeable when someone is extremely new here. Especially if they’re from a world that isn’t like this one. There’s always a confused look on their face, maybe a map in their hands, trying to figure out how a phone works. Richter knows what it looks like, because he was in that position.

And it seemed like the boy on the sidewalk was in that position right now. He really was out of place, decked out in armor among the sea of people in casual clothing, but then again - Richter stood out as well, with his attire. Still, it was in his nature to help people out when they clearly needed it. Approaching him, the vampire hunter had a kind, yet soft smile on his face.

     “Hey, sorry - I couldn’t help but notice you look a      little lost. Are you looking for somewhere in particular?”

   ... is it really that obvious? 

   your cheeks flush when you’re approached -- an older man with long brown hair, decked out in blues and whites -- and you nod, embarrassed. what had started out as simply taking a walk had inspired the idea to hunt down a bakery and bring something nice home for your roommates, which had led to braving the trolley, and... well. you’re starting to think you’ve gotten off at the wrong stop. everything had seemed fine at first; the brilliant whites against sunny blue skies pleasing to the eyes and making it easy to wander... but after some time it had become clear you’ve ventured into an unknown street, and retracing your steps is proving a little difficult when you’re trying to decide what the others might even like as far as sweets go.

“i... i am a little lost, sir,” you admit in defeat, exhaling a soft sigh, “this city is so much bigger than my hometown...” 

   and to think, this is only one of its wards.

   still, the man seems kindhearted. his smile is sincere, his eyes gentle, and he projects an air of... you’re not sure how to describe it. trustworthiness? reassurance? he gives off the vibe that so long as he’s here, you -- and everyone around you -- are safe. kind of like your father. ( gods, you miss him. he would like this man too, you think. )

   in any case, you can work it out later. your time would now be better spent thanking the kind soul who’d stepped in to help you quench the blaze... and perhaps not trying to die of embarrassment that someone had seen your mistake. at least it’d been put out before it could spread...

   you wonder if she had been pulled in from that strange city as well; you can’t quite tell what it is, but... compared to the other draken you’ve come across in xalphina, she has the air of a fish out of water. ( much like how you’ve been feeling the past couple of weeks in general. at least this place, this kingdom of magic, feels closer to home. even if you’ve suddenly grown scales and can -- debatably -- cast magic. )

“i suppose it’s obvious i’m not accustomed to magic yet,” you laugh sheepishly, rubbing the base of your neck. “thank you very much for your assistance, milady.”

The voice of another had slipped her mind, because she hadn’t figured it was calling out to her at first. It was only when it got closer to her that she turned around to see who it belonged to.

It’s not common to hear people calling out to others they know on the streets, with the nature of this city. It’s heartwarming for others to find people they were separated from and the sight of it makes Lucina smile for a mere moment before she goes off and continues doing whatever she was doing at that time.

So, when she saw the heartbroken look on the boy’s face, Lucina couldn’t help but feel guilty for not being the person that he was looking for.

The boy before her was years younger than him - he couldn’t be any older than sixteen, if she had to guess - though he spoke in a way that reminded her of a nobleman. Judging by his attire, she wasn’t far from the truth. Her grip on the plastic bag tightened ( she had just gotten some shopping done ), and she just feels guilty.

     “I… I apologize. No, I’m… not the one you’re looking for.”

A pause, before Lucina continued on with her words. She offered the male before her a gentle, kind smile.

     “You are… new here, yes? My name is Lucina. Are      you looking for your friend here?”

   ‘i’m... not the one you’re looking for.’

   you can see that now, yes. as she introduces herself, you note the bag in her hands. she must be busy running errands; and it occurs to you that you still need to work out where to buy food, clothes, and... whatever else you might need living here. ( it’s a little embarrassing that you just don’t know these things, retainers, vassals, and maids having taken care of these things ever since you were born-- your housemates must think you such an annoyance... ) a new flush of embarrassment blooms across your cheeks. 

   lucina... even her name sounds so similar. you swallow thickly. at least she doesn’t seem upset at being disturbed... you can salvage this yet. 

“yes, i... i am. new, that is. is it really so obvious?” you laugh weakly, scratching the back of your head. “nonetheless it’s a pleasure, lucina. my name is roy.”

   you bow politely, offering a tiny smile of your own. ... perhaps lucina might know if lilina’s here? or- or anyone you know...? if nothing else, you’ll know if you’re alone in this strange city. maybe, you realize a touch too late, father will be here! 

name: roy.

age: 15 years old.

race: human, though he has draken ancestry; his mother being half-draken herself. patches of pale green scales are visible around his eyes and dusting into his cheeks-- though if one saw his hands they’d note they cover the back of them and spill onto his wrists; as well as his back, shins, and ankles. his ears are also rather pointed, and his canines are sharper than average; almost fang-like. while his eyes remain blue, they are slitted and more draconic in appearance.

alliance: the kingdom of xalphina. 

( ABILITIES AND EQUIPMENT )

equipment: wooden training sword.

unlocked abilities: the ability to use dragon fang five times a day, lasting up to two minutes each.

( FANTASIA-SPECIFIC SPELLS )

fire: standard fire magic. has an aptitude for it in particular.

ice: standard ice magic, inherited from his mother. 

light: creates a light in front of the caster.

heal: while not very proficient at it, he can heal minor wounds.

( OTHER )

can be located: in xalphina’s eriol city, confused as heck but looking to aid anyone as lost as he is! he would like to travel, though, and may decide to do so...