#ai 01

What a lovely small creature this is! She is not quite sure why she’s unable to get much of a smell off him, but she very gently lifts her snout, examining him and his soft purple glow. 

Grimm has taken a liking to spending spare moments wandering around Archimedes. Such architectural grace, it has! But as he nears one of the fancy little shops he'd been eyeing before, it seems there's a bit of a commotion.

The shopkeep is hollering and swatting at some odd and tiny purple creature. I can't believe a pixie all the way from Cotes is here to cause trouble! he hears him say. Grimm might not know what the thing is, but he doesn't think it's a pixie. Doesn't look anything like them, no – he'd seen them fleeing when he met Ghost in the forest.

“Ah, there you are,” the Troupe Master declares as he strolls up, like he'd meant to be here the whole time. “My apologies, sir. This one is with me. There shall be no problem, yes?”

Oddly enough, it wasn't working on anything awful, unlike it usually tended to be. Fibonacci — It was the Ward where dear Flora lived, albeit the Goose wasn't with her right now.

It still remembered seeing her putting together quite the bunch of Flowers, reaching from Tulips, Roses and Lilacs all the way to ones like Daisies and Sunflowers. While it didn't quite get the use of these, it figured that collecting a bunch of them would help her with whatever she's doing, which is how the Goose found themselves here, a public park in Fibonacci.

Placing down a Basket with various Flowers it carried with its beak to the Park, it has already been collecting quite the couple of Tulips from a private property, but in the end, if it actually wanted to have the same kind of variety she had, then it'd have to look for them in a more open place like this one.

Plucking flowers one by one, a process quite slow as it wasn't fast on its feet — it dropped a rose by accident, one that when it wanted to fetch it back, was stamped on by an oblivious purple bypasser that was at least thrice its tall.

A loud, but muffled grumble came from Ryou’s mouth as he laid in the apartment’s bed- red eyes looking forward into nothing. Or, at least he would have had he not been out all night in some outer corner of the city away from all the noise. He hasn’t exactly moved from this place since the fighting stopped and the muscle fatigue had him laying there for more than a few hours. It didn’t help that  he was one of the few people who actually locked their door to his room so loud knocking to see if he was even alive would be prevalent deep into the day- something that would likely be happening right now. 

Working his way back towards where the apartment was, Ryou went to open the door when noticing that someone was already waiting there. They didn’t look familiar at all, so where they waiting for someone?