#everwaas

with the open sky above and the open sea in front of them it's hard to wrap your mind around the inescapability of this place. iloren can't help but feel freer as soon as his boots touch sand and there's no rain splattering into his face or waves threatening to crash into him.

as much as he liked iron bull from the moment they met, the storm coast took some getting used to.

' this is nice, ' he says absentmindedly, looking up. ' it's strange to see so much sky without a breach. '

or a scar to show for it. iloren opts to reach his arms down and wrangle himself out of his boots, preferring to feel the warmth underneath his bare feet.

after pausing to squat down and grab a handful of sand, he takes a few hurried steps to catch up to reuben. each grain passes through his fingers as they walk.

like any other being, and perhaps even more than most, tyrias required food. his people had learned through consumption- to eat was to love and to learn, and while he'd met some knowledgeable people ⎛ a poet comes to mind, and a few people he'd found at ... cafes? ⎠ , he was never one to say no to more. this time, he chose a marketplace to search. and to eat. mostly to eat.

there, he spots someone talking to another merchant about...

❝ is that something that the people of this city eat? ❞ once again, nothing in the city resembles anything familiar- except maybe that one space station, and even then. back beyond the stars, they had advancements far beyond anything he'd seen in this galaxy. ⎛ the term was homesick. tyrias was homesick, and he needed something- anything- to get his mind off of it ⎠ ❝ i ... have yet to understand enough about the beings here and their habits. ❞

by the standards of the skydwellers, tyrias is aware of how stupid he sounds. he remembers airi's laughter when he'd ask about the simplest of things. simple to her kind, but not to his. his kind had chosen lives of warriors and conquerors. they learned what was necessary to do that. and then, they would learn more by devouring the entities they conquered.

● "Uh, hello? I don't know what you're trying to sell, but this is kind of my corner?" It had been over a year now since she'd started selling her custom heels on that one, particular street corner in the Golden Ward. She even had her own booth! But this guy was trying to move in on her real estate.

"Hey do ya' grow everything all by yourself here? In the cold weather this time of year it must be rough."

"I've been preparing for a contingency like this since before I could walk. Although," she looks at the city, hand on her hip. "I wouldn't expect all of us to be kidnapped to an island." She picks up one of the apples on display, observing it.

"It's all...Almost too convenient, don't you think?" Turning to the man observing the produce next to her, she tilts her head as she waits for a response.

Well, even if they are cut off from their own internal network, at least their sense of smell still works here. Albeit it's not amplified... it's still working.

The smells of the foods offered by the Star Trail brought the bug host out here, trying to at least look more Human with their pupils non-slitted. Still, they were rather small, so it was hard to see around others.

Annoying. Zazie figures they will make do eventually. Until then they'll have to be... polite. Gross.

Welcome to wintery Isola Radiale, Reuben!

You’ll be staying in CONDO 409.

You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ diadem.