#frosthera

Exploring new places had always been fun for Lyney and his siblings. Surrounded by memories of Freminet and Lynette, whose presence the great magician of Fontaine missed every day, he ventured through the forest without much thought. He had taken the time to make a bow and arrows for himself, accustomed to the feeling of having them on his back. But the truth is, he didn't even intend to use them, delighting in a fruit he had found along the way.

Speaking of it… He had lost his way a while ago and wasn't quite sure where he was. Not that this was a problem for Lyney, of course not.

So, he was moving aimlessly when his eyes caught sight of a feminine figure with a feline tail. His heart raced for a moment, his eyes widening, only to realize a second later that she had nothing to do with Lynette. Still, he approached, waving. “Hey there! I didn't think I'd find someone so deep in this woods,” he said, offering her a smile.

⚙ "Any dealings with the Adventurer's Guild should go through the Katherynes. Don't look at me." The last thing she had expected to see in this city was someone associated with the guild (at least one that wasn't the Traveler). And she was carrying a Snezhnaya Vision as well? Sandrone didn't see that place as her "home" or anything, but it was effectively her "home base" in a sense.

She was kind of kicking herself for starting this conversation on her own. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Establishing the common fact that she was from Teyvat as well had made it easier to get the girl to open up, but...

Who's idea was it to make a library this big? Anya just wanted to find some comics and asked all over about libraries, and got let to this one... but it's too big! And all the books there are too old and boring looking, there's not a single kid's book in sight.

Anya isn't even sure where the front door is again, she's been wandering around so long...

So she did the only thing she could: lay down on the floor and stare at the ceiling bored out of her mind.

"I thought it'd be easier to find the comics..." She complains to herself, arms splayed out. She exhales heavily. "I should have asked New Papa to come with me... 'm tired now." Maybe she can nap right there... maybe she'll wake up back home or something. Or maybe someone will come find her. She left a note saying where she was going to be...

"Sorry to call for you on such a short notice. Probably seems a bit weird for a drama girl to need to ask for someone like yourself. But I wanted to check all my bases beforehand."

At least as opposed to asking another faculty member. But that would've been far too easy of a solution.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Artemista!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 210.

You will retain your ability to imbue attacks with Cryo.

You’ll be given a marketable Ofiuco plush in lieu of your catalyst. Enjoy your stay!

"Honestly, I'd almost prefer it if you were a terrible singer! So go ahead, live our your idol dreams, and I can get to some ass-kicking, yeah?"

✦ It was hardly beneficial for the Precure to involve herself in someone else's battle. She'd chosen to employ a stealthier approach after learning that the robots would only fight you if they saw you, and employing her experience as a Phantom Thief made this approach all the simply.

But there was a young woman that was likely a few years older than herself engaged with one of the bots in a room she had been passing through, and Luluka ultimately went against what she believed would be more efficient.

destroy it all just like she had those humans, even if revenge was the farthest thing from her mind in the middle of it all. but that wasn't possible. olga could feel it– she's weaker. far weaker like before and that fact is like ice through her veins. (unable to break free, unable to fight back, those lights burned into her mind and they cared none as her screams echoed–) but what can she do? it's a helplesness she hasn't felt in ages and any reminder of it disgusts her to her core.

no. no, don't be weak. you're no good weak. just kill anything that gets in your way and–

snap!

she's not focused. she doesn't notice the approach until it's too late and that sound echoes far too close for her liking. fear rises and circles her throat like a vice as she spins on her heel, eyes wild as electricity crackles around her entire being like some thorny shield that will harm anything that touches it. it arcs, striking the walls and the floors, leaving black scorch marks in its wake. if she were stronger, this room would already be destroyed by it.

there is someone there. they look human enough but the warning bells in her mind, that voice, tells her not to trust it. so she doesn't. no, she backs up from the potential threat, already trying to decide how to escape or take it out if they refuse to allow her to pass. " Don't come any closer." her words carry an unspoken threat, but not even she can notice the slight tremble in them.