#eidyllic 01

His attempt of finding a place more peaceful than the Fibonacci ward turns out to be less complicated than expected. The foggy forest offers what no other place has been able to until now; a place to simply be alone with his thoughts, and try and wrap his head around everything that has happened in the past few days.

The peace is short-lived, his leisurely steps coming to a sudden stop the moment he registers he isn't alone.

While choosing another path would be easy, Knives knows better than to turn his back on a stranger in an isolated location - especially now that seemingly every one of his abilities had been stripped away. The culprit was likely the same unknown force that had dragged him back from death.

As Hansol walks down the hall, she speaks to no one in particular, "Looks like something frightening may pop out any second." She's been watching way too many horror movies that involve dark corners or spaceships.

Anyway, perhaps the near frightening thing in this ship would be her. The way her eyes glow an unnatural gold in the dark makes her look as ominous and malevolent as the tales say about her kind. Spooky.

It was still too chilly these days, but the chill in this ward was nothing compared to the green & grey of England during the main months. The idea was always that climbing higher than necessary always opened you up to more of the cold, but he couldn't stop his feet from carrying him to the point in the Holy Ward he had stumbled on not too long ago.

A Place riddled with flowers that persevered no matter what the current climate was. Which, in a place like this, seemed fitting but also something reminiscing to what he had been used to before. He would probably think about that more when he got there. The main benefit of the place was that it seemed to be difficult to find on accident- or so it was implied with whispers from others in the city. (Something he only learned later after he'd found it the first time. The implications didn't sit well with him)

So he finds himself stopping again at the top of the overgrown stones that once, maybe, were used more commonly to separate the sections of the flora that bloomed. At the edge of the narrow cliff stood someone who looked smaller than him. An idle thought of this place being a calling card to people who enjoyed heights crosses his mind before it's pushed away and he steps forward. There is just the gentle stillness of the air at this time of Twilight that feels almost sacrilege to break, but the taller feels like he has to so not to startle.

He yipped, covering his mouth and hid (unaware that he garnered the other's attention with his high-pitched noise). A HOLY ONE?!

Could it be, a supreme being graced his realm? Zhang San brushed off the dirt and fixed his oily, matted hair before darting out to the temple grounds.

He threw himself to the young man's feet, groveling. "I, a humble vagrant, welcome you into this temple." He chewed on dust and pebbles as his lips moved against the gravel. "I am Zhang San--" ah, maybe They knew already! "oh, Wise One, you must know this already, I'll--ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵠᵘᶦᵉᵗ ⁿᵒʷ