#temporalblue

    “ Hey, excuse me ! ”

   Their smile was.. admittedly forced. Though it wasn’t the fault of anyone in that vicinity that they were in a particularly awful mood. No one except, of course, the people that quickly surpassed the Flame World invaders as their most hated enemy. Though they haven’t actually ruled the possibility it could be their doing. It was a stretch, but the list of those that they’d committed some act of ill will towards was relatively short--they were long dead. No one else remained that would wish this upon them, surely.

   Walking around with a scowl on their face this early in the morning wouldn’t convince anyone to lend them a hand, God of the Gray World or not. The residents of this dimension wouldn't care. 

  “ I’ve.. I’ve seem to have gotten lost, could you point me somewhere ? 

    The ones that run this place--they assigned some place to hang my hat, so to speak. ”

    Why they stopped a blue clad witch in the middle of a marketplace, they couldn’t begin to tell. It was just as random and nonsensical as their predicament, she was the only one that wasn’t towering over them, maybe. Perhaps that was it. In any case, they were tired. 

Not in the metaphorical sense, the fake excuse they gave to retreat to their quarters and nap during midday simply because it’s enjoyable--physically tired. ‘Tried to build the universe in seven days’ tired. The kind of exhaustion that came once in a blue moon before their renewed world came into existence and it was both from neglect in their own self care and overuse of their own powers. The only thing they’d done to warrant this was walk; their legs felt as if they could fall off at any moment.

Time had passed. Nothing had changed. Elwine was still here with very little information, only the knowledge that she wasn’t as strong as she had once been, she wasn’t as capable as she had once been, and her disgraceful sister was about.

While she could take pride she had kept herself together during that ‘chance’ encounter it would be a lie to say that it hadn’t shaken her up. After hundreds of years, this was how they met. When her sister had first departed, Elwine had had so many dreams of her returning, of them reuniting, of them making amends. Yet time and the war had made clear that Nadine cared not for her, that she was quite happy to up and abandon her without so much as a word, without so much as a single attempt to contact her to even confirm that she was still alive.

So Elwine decided to move on

Which she didn’t.

Completely and utterly.

Certain people who shall go unnamed seemed to think otherwise, but to that Elwine only responded that even intelligent folk could be foolish when it came to certain topics. That meeting with her twin had been awkward, and stirred up more feelings than she care to admit, but she was in control now and knew that little good would come of pursuing her in any manner. Lord Fumus was not here to let her know how he wanted to deal with that nuisance, and so she wouldn’t bother. She’d only concentrate on herself, figuring out this place, and doing what she could to return to his side to serve him.

For now, Elwine was hungry, and as luck would have it she had gotten whiff of what smelled like a fish. A very big fish, fresh from the sea. It was somewhere around these parts, she had been following its trail for the last two or so minutes, scampering up walls, jumping over roofs to assure the fastest path to her prey so that it would not get away from her in the city congested with so many other smells.

When she at last found it---her---Elwine was unperturbed by the fact that she was clearly a sentient creature.  It’s not as if she had never eaten a person before. She’d make a fine enough meal, the only thing holding her back was of course how to isolate this person, and just what she may be capable of. Elwine couldn’t be bothered to act or lie, so leading her on was out of the question. This might be far too much trouble than what it was worth, honestly, and letting herself starve was somewhat of a tempting option, but too weak a path to take.

Ugh. What a nuisance this all was. She ought to just pluck her off from the ground and take her somewhere. Or demand food of her, and if she refused, then pluck her off from the ground and take her somewhere.

Yes, that would be the best course of action. Satisfied, Elwine took off from a roof to follow the braided witch for a bit before circling above her like a vulture.

A well dressed man walked down the road in the rain. There was a rhythmn to his walking as every half step is cane hit the ground. With his other hand, he held an umbrella above his head. His clothes were quite nice, western styled, and he was reluctant to get them wet.

 He had a proper aura about him, his face was entirely neutral as he walked, and his eyes seemed fixed ahead so he could ignore as many details of the world surrounding him as possible. His walk through this city would be the most ideal if he did not have to speak to, or even acknowledge anybody on the way. The rain it was defeaning, and he could feel a cold numbness as the water sank into his clothes. All alone. That was how he preferred it.