the lesson isn't over yet!

“I can’t quite say they’re normal sight, only fitting of our current predicament.” Many did not come from lands where fantasy filled the air, while the unknown and dark plagued its corners. The Speaker was used, albeit by being your regular scholar with a knack for magic. Vampires and other monsters seemed more normal to her, as opposed to dragons. 

His excitement was contagious and she was a little interested herself. Who knows, maybe this was a one in a lifetime chance. How silly was to be the more danger-prone person in comparison to the Belmont side.

“Shall we look for more then?” She knows how dangerous it could be. Alas, she was a tad curious to observe one closer too. “We could find a nest.”

  “ I see... ” he answers, giving a hum of thought. While Cyrus is unsure of what Sypha means by 'current predicament' as he journeyed here and has seen nothing out of the ordinary aside from gaining points on his ears and spells activating before he expects. Perhaps... this place does not normally exist in such a state? The thought tickles his curiosity and he stores it away form later.

  It would be rude to ignore the woman he started interacting with, right?

  There's plenty about this entire situation that places worry deep in his core, but the top two are that: a.) there appears to be a child wandering around alone in the forest and b.) she... might be bleeding from her head. The red sticks out like a sore thumb against paler colors and Cyrus is wholly unprepared to perform any sort of medical procedure.

  “ For a moment, I nearly mistook you for a scholar such as myself! Your outfit is reminiscent enough, though I suppose considering your current activity, it appears I've found an apothecary, ” he muses, clearly delighted to spot Sandalphon going about his craft. There's a special sort of magic to knowing how to concoct herbs and what not to create entirely new effects.

  ( Alfyn’s own technique rings heavily in his mind. )

@rescholared, your —

       “ Hey, stop! You thief!! ” seriously, what is the deal with fantasy and their total abhorrence for technology? and for some poor man to be the victim of it, too? he looked lost enough watching it taken away, and now — ugh, it’s ridiculous!

        as soon as the man reacts, akko takes off from, soon gaining ground on the runaway thief. her hand fumbles for her wand till she grasps it firmly, before aiming it and quite loudly chanting, “ Murowa! ” at the thief.… well, what comes out is a weaker blast of heat, but it seems to have slowed them some! regardless, she keeps in pursuit, other hand holding her hat tight as she does.

        after all, one can’t really go on a grand chase without running after another, right?

  This is a problem! One second he's holding a strange device that lights up with a tap, the next it's out of his hands and a mysterious person is holding on it and running off. Cyrus blinks, unsure of how to process all that's just happened until it comes to him: I’ve been robbed. With that, he calls after the criminal before taking off.

  Fortunately for him, a bystander to the situation also takes initiative. A small girl, though one that clearly knows her way around magic that sparks an idea in his head. While his speed can't match that of a child with boundless stamina, Cyrus has his own spells he can rely on.

  Should he be staring directly towards these leylines? That's yet to be seen, but Cyrus finds himself entranced by the sight provided as night takes over the sky. With how much light is provided from these pools and the lines branching out across the stone, it may as well act as a second sun. While sticking his hand into it would give him experience, he isn't willing to risk his health on a gamble like this.

  Standing up straight, he scans those still outside at this hour and picks his target. His approach is far-removed from subtle, the heel on his shoe giving warning to his approach.

she’s…not sure how to react to an adult going on the quest with her. sure, this quest was a lot easier, and it should make people believe she wasn’t just a thief from what happened last time, but…

hagumi still shrinks back when spoken to. he looks nice, he sounds nice, but she’s not exactly in a trusting mood.  maybe that’s a better thing? trusting people blindly has messed her up before. it messed her up back in spirale, it messed her up with the skeleton…maybe this was a little smarter?

「 hagumi kitazawa, 」she offers instead, a bit stiffer than usual. 「 um, cyrus-san and hagumi don’t have to…talk to people on this quest, right? 」

she kicks the ground.

「 hagumi doesn’t think she’d be too popular if they have to. 」

  Ah, now this is familiar! Not the lack of willingness to speak to others, but the idea that their respective reputations have gone straight down the hole. Cyrus distinctly remembers journeying through towns with Therion in tow, how pockets were emptied or how any of his failures reflected horribly on everyone. Not that Cyrus is one to judge; his own way of going about things has caused its fair share of problems too. 

  The feeling wasn't welcome, nor was the subsequent emptiness of the group's collective coin purse either. Cyrus only looks at Hagumi with a hint of pity and contemplation, giving a soft hum. 

  " While I am unsure of that... if you are not up to task to be speaking with others, then allow me to do so. In the end, the goal and your safety are in my hands; I invited you along, after all. As a professor and party leader, I won't allow you to come under harm should I be able to stop it, " Cyrus answers, offering a light smile.

   A clap of his hands, eyes alight with passion. 

  " Are dragons a normal presence here? " Cyrus inquires, gesturing towards one that peeks past the clouds briefly near a spire. Curiosity is overwhelming about this land, the scholar brimming with antsy energy at the idea of not getting all of his compulsive research done. With the fighting going on, getting into other regions is far more of a pain than he likes to admit. 

  Still, at least this person is already in the kingdom, so at least he doesn't have to concern himself with breaking into another! 

  Over the course of his journey back home, Cyrus found himself to be fully reminded of how powerful the youth are. They're full of determined energy, a willingness to assist those in need, and push forth no matter what may rest in their path. For that reason, the quest he was especially excited to venture out on requires a partner of equal energy.

  A lost book, similar in circumstances to his journey back in Orsterra. If this is to follow circumstances that are close to what he's already experienced, Cyrus is confident they will get through this perfectly fine.

An elf in alliance with the Kingdom of Yela Alora.

Not that he pays much mind to this. He’d rather learn about this strange place as opposed to actively participating in war. He’s a scholar, not a warrior!

Thus he... wanders into other territories without heed. If he dies, it’s probably because natural selection said he should.

Every time he catches sight of dragons, he's surprised. They just... exist here? Wild.

Pretty comfy in Yela Alora because it reminds him of Atlasdam.

When Spirale comes back he’s gonna be So Puzzled.

MAGIC 

Fire - Conjures a fireball.

Ice - Conjures a large icicle.

Lightning - Conjures a lightning bolt.

Eclipse - Conjures a large orb of shadows.