#futureprayers

hey cola! it really be like that... good luck in fight the good fight!

lunafreya has been dropped!

Preparing a warm bowl of food for those who were hungry and cold— Hilda couldn’t feel more at home. Such tasks reminded her of Dorothy and Dante, of the Harbingers. The witch missed them, but as sad as it was, her wish and her mission took priority over her desire to be reunited with the people she called family.

After preparing food came delivery. The younger folks of the village were mostly in charge of this, but a few adults helped out as well. This included a few new hearts like Hilda.

The witch picked up a few boxes of food, their warmth spreading through her arms.

this place might of been pretty, if there weren’t people counting on him back home. it’s hard to enjoy the snow with the weight of their star sitting upon his shoulders; with the weight of the ring in his jacket pocket; the weight of the engine blade in his hands — unable to be dismissed back into the arsenal.

there’s a thought, not-so-fleeting, that maybe his ancestors have decided enough is enough and merely stripped him of the caelum magic. wouldn’t that be the cherry on top?

a bark breaks the serene picture the winter landscape was trying to paint. the dog that rushes up to him is familiar — umbra. even in the cold weather, he’s panting and wearing what might very well be a smile.

" Hey, boy.. " noctis knelt in front of umbra with the ghost of a smile and provided him with some overdue scratches behind the ear. " Been a while since I've seen you. “ the messenger barks and wags his tail, tapping his paws excitedly in the snow. “ What’re you doing.. “ but before he could finish his sentence,  umbra turns and trots off towards someone else. noctis’ eyes follow the dog, trailing up and up until he sees just who he’s with.

@futureprayers

Sometimes when its not as cold as other days, Blake could be find sitting on a bench at the Village Centre, with a book in her hand just reading and learning about this strange world. It was just one of the simple pleasures she enjoyed being here in this setting. 

Unfortunately for her today there seemed to be no open benches for her to sit on. She was about to leave when she finds a spot on a bench that only had one other occupant. She approaches the bench and the female sitting there. “Mind if I join you?” she asks her.

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 #7.

Your red notebook sits upon your mattress… That’s not all, though. It sits between two familiar companions, Umbra and Pryna. Your closest bonds will follow you always, even to the Great White.

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