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@nirenfedrok-blog
I don’t think I’ve ever cried reading RPs belonging to someone else other than myself. But then I read Nirenfedrok’s blog and found myself just sitting there, bawling.
IT'S WHAT I DO
seriously though omg you people jdhfksdg
I HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN ACTIVE IN A WHILE EESH I'M SO SORRY BUT AH GOD YOU ARE JUST
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LET ME SMOTHER YOU WITH LOVE
@ nirenfedrok
The house she currently stayed at was far out in the countryside, it was at least a half hour’s travel on foot to the closest town which was a nuisance. How had it come to this? She was alone, but alive.
The couple living in the house was already in her control, but they would not last long. She would have to move soon again, but it was hard to find a place where she would go unnoticed. If she was lucky, maybe at least one of them would rise after their death. Then she did not need to be alone. The tall grass tickled her fingers as as she walked through it with her arms stretched out. Her dress moved slightly in the cool night breeze. Sunako’s dark eyes followed the swaying grass on the hill she was at. The house was not too far away, just past some trees. It was a very pretty night, she had to admit. The light of half moon shone softly down at her pale face and gave her light were she was walking.
The obscurity of the night beckoned.
At the very least, Niren found it so as he made the trip through the fields, keeping to the side of the road. Chirping and squeaking surrounded him where he carried himself, the stars visible above as they softly placed a layer of light on his path.
He had only just visited a nearby town, not bothering to stay the night as he preferred to do so with the sky as his ceiling, completely on his own. Having moved through civilization only to find himself in solitude again, Niren kept a relaxed, carefree air about himself despite the tragedy spelled in the letters of isolation. He was content.
But as the unmistakable sounds of the night came to an abrupt stop, so did Niren's advance. It was too silent. His fingers tensed, anticipating some sort of danger, whatever it could be to have made even the night hold its breath.
That's when he saw a figure on the hill, too far away to be completely discernible, but close enough for Niren to realize it was a human being.
nirenfedrok found the fonist
♪ — Within the semi-empty street filled only with few people of interest, there resided Tear, who, for some reason, has been hopping from person to person, her expression and movement would be enough to tell an observer that she was information-hunting. This wasn’t like the ones usually assigned to her by the military faction she worked for; the only information she was looking for would be directions, which, after various attempts at looking for, proved to be something very confusing. Tear, however, being herself, simply did not give in to fatigue. Truth be told, it wasn’t even apparent that she was tired.
♪ — The next person she would consult would be that of a warrior of sorts. The clothing he wore was similar to a soldier’s. With interest, she approached, this may the person she was looking for.
♪ — “Excuses, but do you mind sharing what you know regarding where we are?”
The question had certainly involved an unexpected approach. Niren's eyes flicked to the sides, making sure this peculiar woman was indeed referring to him, despite the obvious lack of people around him. He appeared bewildered for a moment, before moving his working hand to the back of his head and scratching at it, very carefree about his movements.
Shifting his weight where he stood, Niren saw fit to reply, but was distracted by the shape of her personage. He found that a glance strayed downwards for a moment before he could pull himself together, clearing his throat and finally offering what sufficient response he could muster.
"You're in Dahngrest, miss. You got yourself lost?"
His voice was firm, resolute, as if that split second of his eyes trailing down to the other's chest had never happened.
【Oh, Sovereign Doll】@thelegendsoframaria
He surely looked like a man experienced in battle, so him being an adventurer did not completely surprise her, but his stature hinted him to be something more, … or at least once was.
She took a look around for a moment, the city was buzzing with people preparing for a upcoming celebration held yearly. People from all over Ramaria would visit the capital at an occasion like this. “So I guess you are here for the festivities then? Have you.. ever been to the capital before?”
Niren followed her gaze, enveloping his sight in the celebratory enthusiasm displayed all around. The hard work of these people was shown in their perseverence and anticipation for better things, the mark of sincerity in their dedication. It was a refreshing thought, at least.
His attention returned to the queen upon her inquiry, as he firmly placed his hands behind his back before replying.
"Truthfully, I haven't been here before, no. I didn't really know of any festivities until I arrived."
It had been a pleasant surprise, certainly, although he was unsure as to what they were celebrating.
❀ I had a daughter once ❀ @ellemel-mata
Happy to see her faithful fluffly companion, a smile of relief took shape on her lips. Without Lulu by her side, she cannot be comfortable or to act normally. It is her first friend, the one who helped her in Trigraph the first time — The cat mewed, glad to see again this humain safe. Rather exhausted by the small confrontation with people, she cursed her small size. She breathed slowly, clasping the hands behind the back, raising the eyes at the level of the adult.
Before asking him to release Lulu on the ground, she fixed innocently Niren. A soldier who wears the same equipment as Damuron with some details, he is perhaps a knight of Zaphias — She met only a knight, thus to judge only on the appearance is not sagacious. Well, The politeness is important during a meeting with a serious adult, then Elle will not be too aggressive.
“Lulu —! You’re alright? … Hm, thanks to have taken care of Lulu.”
Embracing the plump cat, the young child thanked of best that she could. The tone of the old man is reassuring, protective and mature. Somebody in whom people easily trust. Lulu fell on a good person, indeed. Now that the cat is here, the second thing which bothers Elle is to find an inn to sleep before the night falls.
A soft smile was forged on the old captain's lips upon hearing the gratitude delivered in that tiny voice. He raised his hand in a carefree gesture, implying that it was not a big deal at all, that he was happy to help. And he had been, even through the confusion he had to deal with in the crowded streets.
It was peculiar to see a small child about on her own during such conditions, however, leading Niren to believe that the search for the cat had taken her away from whatever guardian he assumed would be with her - or perhaps she had been running errands. Either way, even on a bright day such as this one, the streets could be dangerous for a young girl her age, lighting a protective fire in Niren's chest as he crouched down in order to properly speak with her. He was rather tall, and wide as well, making for quite the impressive frame in battle, but hopefully appearing more like a cuddly teddy bear in the eyes of innocent children.
As he got down to properly look at her, Niren was almost caught in those mystifying eyes of hers. They were indeed captivating, in a way that made him draw the conclusion that this was not just a normal child. She knew things, had seen things, likely of a nature not suitable for her. A wrinkle settled between Niren's eyebrows, a flash of times long gone insisting on his thoughts once more before he swatted it away and presented Elle with a smile.
"It was no problem. Are you by chance out here alone?"
Niren found himself using a different voice than he was used to. One previously meant for another young girl just like this. Her eyes had been of the same nature as well.
♧ Legacy ♧ @overdriveknight
Flynn ordered his drinks and nodded.
“How are you here?”
Right now, it was the only question. He’d seen him fall, seen the ruins collapse, they all had. And they had mourned. Flynn had been the one to make the connection between the ruins and Garista, and he and Yuri had taken their revenge. And Flynn couldn’t help but feel a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach…
If Niren was alive, was his father out there somewhere too? They had both died in similar circumstances…
The waitress was quick with the Commandant’s order, Flynn downing a shot of the scotch before pouring some into his tea, stirring the steaming brown liquid while he waited for the old captain to begin explaining.
Niren exhaled deeply, fingers intertwining on the table as he gathered his thoughts and prepared for the dive. What manner of approach he would need was irrelevant, as the old captain had no interest in saving his own skin. This boy deserved to know everything - having to watch Niren die and bury a ghost had entitled him to that. And so he drew one final breath before laying it all out.
"By any normal means, I shouldn't have survived", he started, a deep voice ringing through the emptiness surrounding the two. "I was saved, found by scholars who then made the attempt to slow the process of the corrosion. They did, albeit only temporarily, so they brought me back to Aspio to study me. I could be wrong, I was unconscious for the entire time. Once I woke up, a prosthetic had been attached to my arm. My heart hadn't been reached yet, so by some ridiculous chance, I was still alive."
He paused for a moment, allowing his words to be digested before taking another leap.
"It didn't matter. I had lost all memories prior to getting this instrument. It wasn't long ago that they came rushing back to me, in fact."
Another aperture of silence passed by, this time because Niren was unable to find the words he needed.
"Do you see how it wouldn't have been right to come barging into your lives again after that?" he added, almost inaudibly, the only words to come with apparent pain.
His intention was not by any means to justify it, but even so, he felt compelled to state his reasons for absence.
A traveler of sorts? One who went where he was needed?
Natalia thought for a moment, then made what she thought was the correct connection.
“Ah! Are you a former-soldier-turned-mercenary? How fascinating! Is it difficult to make a living like that, or are you getting along just fine?”
She was so interested in the life of a mercenary— which she had no doubt that Niren now was, until proven otherwise. The princess leaned forward, wide green eyes curious and cheerful.
“Oh, please do tell me about all the places you’ve been, sir!”
Being prompted to speak of such things instigated some discomfort, Niren shifting his weight as he regarded the young lady's curiosity, but being vague appeared more appealing than downright refusing her. And so rather than declining, although he would have still done so politely, Niren cleared his throat.
"Hmyes, well, I've been to a great many places. Nothing so fanciful."
He supposed if she really was interested, there were things he could tell her to appease her inquiring mind without being rude.
「Kin」 @brave-vesperias-yuri
“….”
This voice caught in his throat once more as the older man before him spoke. The voice was welcoming and warm - a ghost from his past echoing in his mind. The pain in the enlisted tone all too apparent as the last the two saw each other flashed like a broken reel of film through the vigilante’s mind.
A bark snapped the wolf back to reality, as the sound of trotting parted the waters that separated them as the canine stepped forward to begin the reunion. Tail swishing happily, the warrior dog nudged the older man letting out a small whine as he pushed against the strong hand at the the elder’s side. He took in the smell of the man, soon acknowledged him as pack mate. Yes, this male - this human was the leader of his pack and the warrior wolf let out a happy yelp at this information.
It’d been three years - a mere three years that felt the river of time has crept along at the speed of molasses frozen in the winter’s bitter cold. His mind was spinning as his world was turned on his axis as flipped completely. He saw it. He saw this man died before his eyes - eyes of a desperate child willing to anything to save the only father he’d ever truly known.
A silent nod was given to the soldier in response, as the youth still found himself with naught a word to speak of. How was this possible? There was a ringing sensation in the back of his mind that was nagging him that he should have seen this meeting coming in the near future anyways. Slender fingers twitched against the white cloth that wrapped this palm, as he slowly pulled the tension tight around his hand in attempt to anchor himself to reality.
“How did you survive..? Where have you been…?” The questions rolled around in his mind as a storm of emotions took hold of his form. His hand balled into a fist, as his eyes locked onto his elder.
“Flynn…he made Commandant.” The words left him as his gaze shifted from the man before him , and he mentally cursed at himself that, that was the only thing he could say. Why… why did he bring up Flynn, when his heart had longed to see his captain for so long? Maybe it was a common ground. Maybe it was because it was something he figured would end the awkward silence. Or maybe it was because he was too ashamed to talk about himself.
The old captain's attention diverted as he greeted the canine in a lighthearted fashion, the pang in his chest barely scraping the surface of his expression as his eyes attached their focus to the pipe carried between sharp teeth. A fond smile masked what should have been seen, and Niren returned Repede's welcoming with a soft ruffling at the blue fur between his ears, before his gaze journeyed once more to the grown man before him. For he was an adult now - strong, unyielding.
Niren had to wonder, how his presence would be seized. What manner of unwanted emotions he had stirred up by simply existing when he shouldn't. He had no right to barge into these people's lives and force them to re-adjust, but even still, circumstances had demanded it due to his inattentiveness, and should it come to it, it was only fair that he receive the bitter end of the consequences. The fact that it was Yuri, and not someone else, who had stepped into his consciousness, made for an interesting turn, however. As Niren had little choice but to accept this, he had to wonder what this would lead to, and what part he'd play.
Naturally, he had been around even during his time without a proper memory to look back on. He had listened to every corner of the world to the best of his ability, gathering the tales of Brave Vesperia as they had gotten involved despite regulations having been thrown in their faces in contempt. Niren had inwardly praised this, even though he couldn't completely agree with the actions made. And Flynn... Always the young knight with a temper hidden beneath that adamant face of ideals.
Niren's smile widened somewhat, as he closed his eyes in reflection, only opening them again to respond.
"Yes, and I hear he's already ruffling some feathers", he said, as if discontented. But the tone in his voice betrayed this. "Mm, and you as well, I'd say."
There was pride searing through his words, even as they appeared riddled with dissatisfaction. This was further proven as Niren reached out his able hand and placed it on Yuri's head, gently patting it like he so often would with the younger members of his squad. This action alone elicited some fear in a secluded part of him, concerned that this gesture would be frowned upon by the other, but even still, he hadn't stopped himself. In that hand was pride, regret, gratitude. Everything he couldn't say.
♧ Legacy ♧ @overdriveknight
Flynn listened to those steps behind him the entire way. The cold and wet from the rain drenching his uniform hadn’t sunk in yet; he had far too much else on his mind to concern himself with inconveniences like soaked clothes. He shivered though, but kept his head up.
The tavern was warm and cheery, but no one offered to greet the commandant when he took a seat in a corner with a shady cloaked figure. Flynn heard the admonishing voice that lived in the back of his head nag him about what sort of rumors would be told or what others would begin to think, but he quelled it swiftly. The truth was all that mattered right now.
“So…you want anything to eat?” He might as well make the offer. Going by Niren’s current state, he wondered if he’d gone as long without a proper meal as he had without a bath. Flynn was going to get a bottle of scotch for himself. To flavor his herbal tea, of course.
It would seem what fate had in store for him wouldn't have the decency to be gentle. But it mattered little, as it was only fair. Niren appeared to be carried through life, regardless of his will, attempting to mend that which could not be mended, and carve at things long buried. In reality, he was only making things worse, causing more pain, digging up unwanted bones. Not that he wasn't at all happy to see the people he cared so for. His family. It just wasn't fair, that he would be allowed to see them. That chance had coerced them to meet again when it was supposed to be over.
At the very least, Flynn showed him more patience than Niren would have anticipated, even through the fuming of questions inside of him. The pride mixed with guilt made quite the concoction in the old captain's damaged heart, but all the while a jolly spirit occupied it, as if a leap in time had caused no change. Which was, in a way, true enough. Niren now remembered everything to the best of his knowledge, as well as the time when he hadn't. But that time had appeared so distant, as if living life in someone else's body. Curiosity and innocence riddled with the peculiar pain of a man torn.
But he was here, now. And he owed it to Flynn to explain why the casket had been buried with belongings of a living man.
"That's alright, Flynn. I don't need anything."
He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing.
"You want to know, don't you? Ask your questions. It's alright."
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous!”
Natalia smiled brightly at the gentleman, waggling a gloved finger. That wouldn’t do. It was time for some princess-ly cheering up.
“Everyone is special, no matter their social status or how they contribute to the world. Confidence is key, sir.”
She folded her arms, looking quite pleased with herself for dishing out such positive wisdom. She didn’t quite wait for his response, simply moving on to the next topic.
“What are you doing here? Are you on some sort of journey, or simply sightseeing?”
Unable to restrain a chuckle at the lady's words, albeit not one of mockery, Niren nodded in agreement, taking her suggestion to heart even though it was something he was well aware of. Rank or status wasn't something to use for personal gain. Should you rise to a high position, people would listen to you. This allows many opportunities one should not squander. People of little to no rank, no matter their views or ideals, would not have the standing to be listened to, unfortunately. But this didn't mean there would be no worth in their words.
Niren made no implication to opposing her lecture, however.
"I am a traveler, of sorts", sounded the next vague response. "You could say I just go where I'm needed."
❀ I had a daughter once ❀ @ellemel-mata
When Lulu was heard his name, he raises the face towards the crowd, noticing Elle blocked between several persons. The feline moved the tail, mewed and moved paws to make understand so that the adult looks in the right direction. It is hard that a cat tries be understood, especially with a human. It would be the good idea that the soldier leaves on the ground Lulu so that the animal can join his friend.
‘Aaah— Eh, stop pushing Elle!’ Said the small girl, trying not to lose the balance. This atmosphere is too stifling.. She did not think that there was so much people in a one street, it is worse than Trigraph. As the child is small of size, nobody could perceive her. Ah, now she hates her size and this district. Avoiding striking a new person, she was finally able to go out of this lots of people place. Oh god, she sighed relief. Putting the hands on the knees, she breathed calmly. She thought that she was going to die this way. A mewing. This too familiar sound got the attention of the child. She raises the head in a random direction.
“Lulu..? Lulu..!”
Exclaims Elle when she perceived her faithful companion in the arms of an adult. She rushes to the soldier, walking carefully on the pavement with her legendary clumsiness. She doesn’t want to fall. It’s a good new that the cat is here, and in safety. The blonde will not be alone anymore from now.
At the sudden movement of the cat on his arm, Niren stopped and regarded its reaction, a bit surprised to see it move so unanticipatedly. Unsure whether it had recognized a familiar scent, perhaps of its owner, or if it had spotted some delicious food with which to add to its plumpness, Niren's eyes searched through the crowd as he followed the path his fluffy friend's little nose pointed towards.
There was a nagging feeling, the reminiscing sights returning with each attempt not to get involved, leading Niren to believe he wasn't only doing this out of kindness, but rather a sort of personal tie-in he hadn't realized would rise to this intensity. Little did he know, it would come to serve him in a manner far worse, as soon as he spotted the little girl pushing through the bustling streets and heading his way.
As her voice made it to the old captain and the cat, Niren got down on his knees and allowed the corpulent animal's paws onto the ground, a warm smile on his tanned face.
"Seems like this little guy's been looking for you", he told the girl as Lulu rejoined her side.
【Oh, Sovereign Doll】@thelegendsoframaria
She was about to state her full name and rank, when she hesitated for a moment.
This man was a traveler, she was unsure if this man knew about her, something told her that he did not. She wanted to do something different for a change, putting her status aside at least once. Though there still was a chance that he knew who she was, there was one way to find out, right? “Vilona Milarion.” She bowed her head a little in a greeting manner. “It is a pleasure to meet you, sir Fedrok. May I ask from were do you hail?” If the man did not know her status by hearing her name… this could be interesting.
This woman in all her grandeur was so embellished, she would hardly be of any tame nobility class, even her stance expressing a certain level of aristocrasy practiced through years. Niren knew of many who would attempt to mimic something of the sort, much amusement to be had from their failures, as harsh as it sounded. He was fond of making nice, however, be it with lace curtains riddled with falsity, or civilians with integrity. Not that the two possibilities never mingled, a few nobles no doubt able to put on a genuinely friendly face. In any case, Niren figured one should always offer a smile, even should the other see no reason to return it.
As the ramble of his thoughts continued on, Niren nodded towards the lady, acknowledging her name, its ring almost as fancily embroidered as her own presence.
"Nowhere special, mylady. I'm only a traveler, now."
For having been such an open individual, feeling so uncomfortable disclosing too much information about himself was strange, albeit necessary.
◇ Reunion ◇ @thesmallertwin
There was a tension between them, unfamiliar and uninviting. It was strange to see him so reserved, but Hisca herself was withdrawn equally. She’d never known quite what to do with silence, apart from break it, but she was waiting for Niren to do that himself. Hisca found herself anticipating what she might hear next. She had to wonder if Niren’s story would be anything like Schwann’s, and that while that was a nerve-wracking thought enough…
Niren had been injured before they’d lost him. Horribly injured. Enough so that he’d thought himself past saving. She could only hope when he’d said he was back, he was back for a long while. An injury like that would surely have some repercussions, Hisca thought, though she’d love if she were wrong.
They came to a stop just outside the graveyard’s gates; as morose as it was, what better a place to converse than at the place where life and death could overlap just a little?
She expected the silence to linger longer, as it had been clinging to the both of them with iron hands. But Niren shattered that silence in an instant with that decisive and thoughtful manner he had, and opened up their conversation.
There was a minute little pause after Niren’s words, enough that Hisca could have said something. Could have told him the past was in the past and that it didn’t matter, she was just glad he was alive and well. But it wasn’t in Hisca’s nature to let things slip away quite so easily, so the girl nodded.
“Okay. Okay, yeah. Explanation. Thank you, sir…”
Hisca couldn’t shake off the sinking feeling that neither of them were wholly prepared for this explanation, to give or to hear it. However hard it was for Niren to say, it’d be even harder to hear. While there were certainly things in life that scared Hisca, words weren’t one of them.
And that was what she told herself as she focused on her not-so-dead captain and listened.
It was... curious. How nothing could change between two people as far as relationships went, yet circumstances had the power to force a tearing rift no matter the affection held. At the same time, it felt like the old days. There were differences, yes, such as how fate had split them apart, without seeing fit to simply end it there. While the old captain appeared even more hardened than years back, Hisca had grown, carried herself with more confidence than before. Yet it was a complete time leap.
She had moved on. In some ways, Niren had not. Time hadn't been merciful enough to pass quite in the same manner for him.
So here they stood, facing past as well as present as the two intertwined, this very moment one Niren had hoped he would never need to undergo. But, it was only right. Being alive, as he was, no matter the perils he had endured during all this time in solitude, he owed it to her.
Turning towards Hisca now, Niren moved his cloak at the left shoulder for her to see, unbuttoning his attire by the neck and moving further down towards his chest. He peeled off the layer at the left side of him, revealing part of the prosthetic as he did, the metal glistening as it countered the light, the captain's face grim.
"This... is what's keeping my arm together. Well... That, and whatever the scholars did."
He paused for a second, exhaling deeply as he did.
"They found me, shortly after the ruins crumbled, although I was unconscious for the most part. Rather than nursing me back to health, with the deterioration of my left side, they performed experiments. Attempted to stop the corrosion, and they did. But with the way things were, there was no way to put the pieces back together, so they had this thing constructed for me."
Again he allowed some silence to seep into his words, letting them sink in should the need arise, before he continued, reflecting eyes turning towards the platforms of death and rest.
"Myself, I... wasn't aware. I had no recollection of anything for the most part of my recovery, and it remained that way for years."
Turning his gaze back to Hisca now, there was regret, and sorrow emitting from it.
"I couldn't go back", he voiced in finality.
× Captains in different manners × @the-great-pirate-patty-fleur
Patty covered her mouth his his hands as she calme dherself down. Yuri and Flynn had told her that in a very sad turn of events that the captain standing in front of her had died. She examined the tanned man closely. “I’m sorry, nanojya.” Patty apologized with a quick little bow. The young priate held a certain amount of respect for the man as he got Yuri and Flynn to where they were now. “It’s just that my friends Yuri-niisama and Flynn-niisama told me that you had died during a mission years ago.” In fact they told ehr in great detail how they became friends thanks to Fedrock bringing them to the ruins to stop the Aer. Without going there they never would’ve come together to stop Garista.
At the mention of those familiar names, Niren's eyebrows shot up in surprise, crossing paths with an acquaintance of theirs nothing he had expected anytime soon. This could prove to complicate matters in ways he'd rather avoid at this point. Should this young girl let the both of them know of he old captain's untimely demise having been false, they would surely seek him out. And if they did, there was little Niren could do about it, but if he had a choice in this matter, he'd prefer staying hidden.
So as he leaned down, his able hand resting on his leg for support, his length proving to be a hassle when speaking to one of Patty's height, Niren hushed to her slightly before he spoke.
"I was supposed to die that day. As circumstances would have it, I didn't. But it would be best if no one's the wiser. I wouldn't want to stir up any more emotions regarding that time than I've already caused. Do you understand?"
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❀ I had a daughter once ❀ @ellemel-mata
Because of an event, she had suddenly panicked. Strangely, her watch attached around the neck had reacts at the same time, glittering with a blinding flash. When she opened eyes a few seconds later, she noticed that the landscape changed, that it was not anymore the same. However, she is sure that previously she was in Maxbird, a place belonging to Trigraph. No, she did not dream.. And she didn’t become crazy. Rubbing vigorously the eyes, she got up by looking around houses. Lulu is not by her side! Was he separated from the child during this accident?
Instead to remaining standing without making anything, she made the decision to look for her faithful feline friend. Elle walked in this new district, often turning the head to the left and to the right to see if Lulu did not wait for her somewhere.
“Lulu..! Luluuuuu..!”
Yelled the blonde, without she notes the fact that the inhabitants observed curiously the young child. Her clothes different from the others childrens, maybe. Very panicked, she tried not be pushed by the crowd, holding between the hands her precious pocket watch.
After quite some time of glancing around in the crowds for a possible owner of the cat on his arm, Niren started to think the plump creature was getting too heavy even or him. He wasn't sure how many minutes had been stolen from his awkward search, but perhaps simply standing there wouldn't bring as many answers as he had anticipated.
With the fluffy thing still firmly placed on his able arm, the old captain made his way through the streets, his length proving to give him the advantage in being seen by people aplenty, but still no bite wherever he turned. Every once in a while, he'd stop and ask if anyone knew of the owner, silently wondering why he kept doing this. But there was just little else to do. He couldn't simply put the cat down and go about his business. While he certainly could physically, his mind kept stringing him back to that black-coated feline with the soft white spot on its tummy, the one that liked to be rubbed by a pair of small hands beloning to that of--
No, it would impertinent should he not find this poor cat's owner, as he had been the one to acknowledge and pick it up in the first place.
This was when he heard the alarmed voice of a young girl, sending a pang into Niren's system and making him nauseated for reasons he couldn't comprehend. He quickly pulled himself together and made his way towards the source of the voice, all the while holding the round kitty.
Oh a knight? In Flanoir? //nirenfedork\\
Niren? What an interesting name! It was definitely something Aster had never heard of before! Then again Aster never really left Flanoir and had only heard the names of the people who lived here and only became familiar with them. Being isolated in one town definitely had it’s disadvantages due to Aster’s extreme lack of memory.
The boy’s hand shook the other’s as a bright smile remained on his face.
“Here! I’ll direct you right to the inn! It’s not too far away.”
After all it was pretty able to been seen from where they were. A good two minute or less walk and they’d be right there!
The friendly atmosphere surrounding this boy served as quite the welcoming for the old captain, he smile spreading further on his tanned face in response to the blonde's himself.
While smaller than Niren, the handshake from the young lad still seemed firm, kind. It was a pleasant surprise indeed, as was the offer to assist.
"Ho, isn't that friendly of you! I appreciate it."
Accepting the altruistic gesture, Niren followed the lead of his new acquaintance, anticipating some long-sought warmth to grace his bones in the near future.
