#temptxes

There are many things the wandering caretaker knew, probably more than was physically comprehensible to the lives that resided in the world of Runeterra. Was he omniscient? Probably not-- there are many beings that govern the cosmos and each govern their own separate duties; however, what can be known is that Bard understood much, much more that could probably be comprehended. However, one such thing he didn’t understand is where he currently was, what world he was currently in. Though one setback was clear...

This wasn’t Runeterra...

Bard’s current thoughts were directed at the world’s balance. Were ancient artifacts being used appropriately and not for war? Was life in and of itself facing immediate annihilation? It was all unclear. For now, he needed to find a way back to the heavens and away from this world-- that was his main goal. This world was vastly different to Runeterra and shared very little similarities with it at all; perhaps this is what is known as homesickness?

As Bard jingled and jangled around the city, a fairly familiar creature caught his attention; one of the few lives in the world he had encountered. That bright red garb, those silky, black, locks of hair and matching snow-white fox tails-- there’s only one person that could be; only one on Runeterra, probably only one like that here.

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The Knight would turn, bamboo lance gripped as tip pointed to pierce the sky. His mouth would open, then close taut. He saw many women dressed like her, though he would not expect them to have so many... tails...

The tails seemed to have a mind of their own as they brushed against his armor, with a brow raised he would follow them as if enchanted by their trail. A man such as Frederick was not so easily swayed by the wiles of the body but for whatever reason, he found himself staring at her immense... beauty.

"Ah... pardon me... milady... It was careless of me to be in your way."

"Well if it isn't out very own fox fatale."

"A pleasure as always, Ahri." A smirk crossed the Iceborn's lips as she paused. "I'd go as far as to say your appearance was serendipitous; won't you lend me your tastes for a moment." And with that, Lissandra placed a glowing hand on the fox's wrist, raising the the temperature of her digits to the point it wasn't painful, at least. Then she let go, beckoning her forward as she moved to a curiously unmanned and blue shaded stand.