#trckstrthokk

       kotone is torn between being utterly impressed and being absolutely concerned. this woman was striding about with utmost confidence, the younger had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn’t a figment of imagination. after all, in this weather, who would so confidently walk atop the snow with so little as the clothes upon their backs?

For pretty much his entire life, making friends has always been something that comes naturally to Sora. Whenever he finds himself in new worlds, almost no matter what the circumstances are, his special gift of forming bonds with others always seems to help him get by. And he hopes this place he’s found himself in will be no different. While he already knows that Riku is here with him, finding new people to talk with is always something that he’s up for. He just hopes that that a lot of the...locals? Inhabitants maybe, are friendly enough.

Deciding to take a walk out into the cold, he immediately feels the bone chilling winds coursing all around him, his spiky hair blowing gently as he treks through the snowy tundra, finally running into a building he hasn’t seen before, apparently called The Crystal Tavern. The place does seem nice enough. Maybe there are some people in here who might be nice enough to tell me more about this place, he thinks to himself.

Stepping foot inside the tavern, he immediately feels much warmer, and something about the place just gives off a friendly vibe. Though many of the tables spread throughout the little tavern are empty, he immediately notices a woman sitting by herself, with pinkish purplish hair. Maybe she knows something about this place. And without even thinking it through, Sora approaches her at the table, mustering up a friendly smile.

    one thing he has successfully garnered from his nearly pointless interactions is that there’s something strange, unexplainable about a particular statue that the locals call ‘diaidem.’ as he approaches the chateau where it stands, a feeling of unease grows inside of him. countless people sit inside the crystalline palace, offering prayers to the... almost familiar statue that sits in the center. it’s grotesque, the way she weeps and extends her arms out to those who face her. furthermore, it tells him nothing, and yet he can’t seem to stop leering at her tearful expression. 

    it’s only when someone comes to a stop beside him that he ( reluctantly ) pulls his gaze away.

    there’s nothing outstanding about the stranger at a glance. another face, almost certainly another useless local who knew nothing regarding her appearance here. even so, ( perhaps due the influence of an emotion he can’t quite place ) he decides to strike up conversation--she may know nothing, but she can at least tell him whether she’s experiencing the same off putting sensation he is in the presence of diaidem. it isn’t that he cares really, but... he’s curious.

    ❝ hey, old lady. ❞ ever the charmer. ❝ what do you make of this thing? does it.. make you feel weird? ❞

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 #8. Your staff, Thökk, sits on your mattress…

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