#seafavored

A familiar sensation, a whisper telling him one of his Kings was near - even without the ability to cast magic, it seemed the rukh was still on his side. 

Not Hakuryuu, he mused. Kougyoku, was it ? It had been some time since the magician had last spoken to her. Judar had certainly seen her before arriving here. Observation had been integral to their plans and he had not missed the opportunity to watch how things played out against the Medium. That said, their lack of interactions didn’t deter him in the slightest when approaching. 

‘ Slow down, old hag! ’ 

Walking around like this was exhausting - it was so much easier when he could just fly. Had he always been this weak ? Still, the rukh being a steadfast ally was somewhat comforting. Finding Kougyoku’s exact whereabouts was simple enough once he had felt it. She was his King Candidate, after all. Thankfully, she had slowed upon hearing the nickname he had so graciously given her. ‘ You still have Vinea, huh? ’ From a simple look in the hair pin’s direction, he could tell that the Djinn was residing within the metal vessel and capable of using some degree of power. It couldn’t be compared to its former glory, not in the slightest, but neither could Judar ( not that he’d ever say such a thing ). ‘ Good. I’d be annoyed if I went to the trouble of raising that Dungeon only for you to lose your Metal Vessel. ’ 

What draws his attention from the window is the vibrant color that enters his field of vision. As if the very essence of a Skyrock Blossom were bloomed within the strands of her hair. From what he can tell on a glance, she's focused on the items through the window display, showcasing the variety of different breads and pastries and — whatever else is only stuff that he could place a guess to, that they offer. He’s particularly interested in the fruits... but that’s another matter.

Trying to put himself in the shoes of how those who aren't archangels — rather, even other primals who aren't under that category, proves to be more difficult than he imagined. He doesn't understand how she might be feeling, what she might be thinking, whether he's even completely off base or what. Her expressions seem to allude to interest, and he pensively goes over the ways he could be completely wrong. But, this doesn't stop him from attempting to engage her.

"Have you tried these? I'm unfamiliar with them," he figures is a start, at least, "how would you say they taste?"

          “Ah, hello miss! One fortune if you will!” As he address her, he places two dust pieces atop the sheet covered table.

     For a while now Anastasia had been staring. Staring at a girl, who had been staring at a stuffed animal. She could see the issue here: that same stuffed animal was encased in a glass prison and held hostage by a metallic claw, gazing longingly with its beaded eyes out for freedom.

     Perhaps it was simple curiosity, or perhaps she had taken pity on the poor thing -- Anastasia did not know. However, she could not let this deadlock continue any longer.

Dropped!

i dont know you yet but i like you