#genuinepath

       well. here’s the thing about being in a world where you can’t die for what feels like forever. first off, it really does feel like forever, even if it’s only been a couple of years prior to entering. secondly... well, the things a human needs isn’t necessary anymore. sleep? food? after living in solitude for a lengthy amount of time, those sort of things tend to be almost forgotten.

    which... well, it can provide some problems. of course, ayano feels exhaustion and hunger upon coming to eidolon. she eats and sleeps, but only a slight amount. seems like closing her eyes brings a few undesirable images to mind, so she finds she can’t rest for long periods. it didn’t seem to be a problem at first, but... considering she’s currently collapsed in the snow, a little ways outside of the village, one could say it’s definitely a predicament.

It took a surprising amount of time to get used to, this human body of his. He was used to snow and ice -- cold temperatures didn’t usually bother him even in this form in Elibe -- but for some reason, since he arrived, the chill had gotten to him in a way he never would have expected. Perhaps humanity had always been like this. Or perhaps his insides had been arranged.

Either way, it is frightening. He isn’t one to seek out help -- not for himself, not without Ninian to push him to do so -- but a child shivering in the cold draws attention, and before he knows it, he’s wrapped in a blanket inside some kind of medical hut, the tips of his fingers blue.

muse name: alfyn greengrass

trial number: one

link to threads and word counts: threads here! submitted thread is here with a WC of 4067.

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 Memorial Axe sits upon your mattress… But it seems as though it is only that: an axe.

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