#brightsolace

     tugging his cloak tighter around his shoulders, yuri briskly makes his way back into town. he’s been making himself somewhat useful as a scout... though he’s not entirely sure if he’s truly doing much to help everyone. he’s been able to locate some resources, sure, but... well, he’s not yet accustomed to the climate of eidolon. the perpetual winter adds a certain difficulty to both traveling and fighting. yuri only had to deal with this sort of thing once back in terca lumireis - the damn blade drifts - and he can’t exactly say that he had a blast. not that he’s complaining. this’ll all get easier with time. maybe.

     anyway, none of that matters right now. the day was long and exhaustion clings to his bones like icicles. maybe he should head to the tavern instead of the bunkhouse... a warm drink sounds so good right about now. he glances over those around him, silently nodding in greeting if they happen to make eye contact with him. that’s when his gaze falls upon someone. 

     someone undoubtedly new, but familiar. too familiar to be a stranger. 

     “wait...” 

     that blond hair... that sword. it’s... no way. it can’t possibly be...

     “flynn?!”

     yuri breaks out into what could be considered a sprint - fatigue be damned. his breaths come out in gasps; quick and desperate, as if flynn will disappear should yuri not talk to him right this very second. yuri is a child again, in the lower quarter - running towards his best friend in the whole world, filled with nothing but the simple joy of seeing him once more. 

     and... thud!

     yuri slams into flynn, sending them both toppling into the snow beneath them. yuri can’t help it - he’s laughing. loudly. so loudly that it’s soon replaced by a coughing fit. he’ll blame the cold on that one. it must’ve frozen over his brain. 

     the morning air is crisp and refreshing, and yuri walks through eidolon village with an obvious sense of purpose. admittedly, he’s pretty excited about this particular job. he’s never seen these type of penguins in the flesh before... just in the books and pictures around eidolon. they seem cute. too cute. totally unlike the penguinists that lurk around the blade drifts back home. he’s going to have to do his best to keep it together while flynn’s here... though he probably blew that already, judging by how overtly excited he was to see this request pinned on the board.

     speaking of flynn - of course he’s already standing at their agreed-upon meeting place. they’re technically already outside of eidolon village. the trip to the beach where the penguins gather shouldn’t take too long if everything goes according to plan. 

          {♠} —; Strange sights surrounded the sorceress, and she seeks solace from the snow. It doesn’t take her long to find where she would have to refuge. Her heels clicked against the ground, cape billowing behind her. Weather like this was definitely not something that she enjoyed. 

          {♠} —; Upon entrance to her room, gloved hands went to rub slender shoulders, applying friction to wear away the remnants of frigid conditions. Oh how this made her miss the stifling heat of the desert. She went to her bed, picking up the ring and inspecting it, slipping it snug around her left ring finger. She couldn’t just stay here and do nothing. She knew that she would have to make her way around eventually, so it was better to seek out a job—be s someone useful in this city. She gets up and walks out, closing her bunkdoor quietly before opening the door out. 

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #4.

Your sword sits upon your mattress... The rest of your equipment seems to be missing, however.

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.