#draconette

we’re sorry to see ninian go, but she’s been dropped for you! may she dream again, one day.

in return, yukari takeba has been reserved for you until january 5th!

@draconette

The thing about Fushimi was that sometimes he could be a bit dumb. In the sense of forgetting to put on gloves. Normally on any other given day that wouldn’t have been a problem. However, because he forgot his gloves and stupidly placed his cold wet hands on a metal pole while he was waiting to cross the street, his hands get stuck, like literally stuck to the metal pole. 

🌟: Do they have any places they want to go before they die? For what reasons do they want to go there?

✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them?

Kaze’aze. Decanee. Whatever name she’s going by in this dimension. Of course, it’s expected as the main antagonist of the series, and the fact that her rampage is Ryan’s driving motivation to leave his forest.

“ Clear your mind, “ he tells himself gently as he exhales, “ you have to remember how. They aren’t important, you don’t need them. “

The pain ebbs and slowly disappears as he focuses only on his breathing and shutting everything else out. He only lifts his head once the pain has completely left and when he does he sees a woman standing there and he instantly feels bad that she had to see even a little bit of that. He forces up a small smile as he picks himself up off the ground and brushes the snow off.

“ That’s, embarrassing, sorry you had to see that, “ he keeps that forced smile, “ I mean if you even saw any of that, to begin with.”

@draconette 

Taverns, Jeanne thought as she entered the building, were, in her experience, absolutely foul places, all dirty with dim lighting and far too many noisy individuals crowding the area. Not to mention the abhorrent stench of alcohol. The tavern in this place, however, was not quite what she was used to. Oh, the smell of drink was there to be certain, and there were far too many noises for her liking, but the feeling was different. While those few she had walked into while alive had a raucous air to them, an atmosphere that offered her very little, if any, comfort, this place, The Crystal Tavern, was different. The atmosphere was almost soothing, with a sense of camaraderie. The wooden statues were, dare she say it, beautiful, and, the aroma of drink wasn’t the heavy, disgusting, one she had been expecting. 

It was...And she loathed to use the word, cozy. Someplace she wouldn’t mind sitting and staying for awhile at, even. So, she would. She sat down at a table closer to the corner, not quite willing to order anything yet, instead preferring to sit and watch in wait, observing the actions and the comings and goings of those who gave the place their patronage.

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 #8.

Ninis’ Grace sits upon your mattress… though it is just an ordinary ring, with no other characteristics to speak of.

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