illbound:
⋞ ╰ ⚔ ╮ ≽ To say there were NO people would be a gross misinformation of Fantasia. In fact, there were a great deal of both human and inhuman beings littered around. All one really had to do was be willing enough to look.
Patrol was never… Exciting. It had become second nature to trace treads from the Summit in the desolate North peaks to the shores of the badlands cast away to the Southern borders. There, one says creatures long extinct have been spotted; dinosaurs and other likened species. That, and any other information, remained locked up between eye and mind of the sigil guardian who made her steadfast errands from dawn till dusk.
Over. And over… … And over…
Luckily, she had company. A foreign-born lad who’d acquired a strange taste for the unknown and vowed fealty at the expense of paying back a life-debt. One, Vivace could assume, would never be paid in full. A price like that is too steep these days what with the darkness of common man running amuck.
“Well if you are so bored,” Figaro was bantering over her shoulder, “Why not talk to the people? The creatures? The flora?” He seemed exasperated. Though, not so much exhausted with all the wanderlust.
The errant knight merely continued on her meticulous way, eyes forward, shoulders pulled, chin reigned high—
“Please don’t act like ‘m not here…” He muttered, quickening stride to match her long, powerful gait. “You do it all the time.”
Finally her expression of stone cracks to permit a smile, “Ever pause to wonder why?”
He stops, raising a hand to offer a retort… And finds himself rendered speechless.
“If you are so keen to interact with the average person,” Vivace continues, leaving him many paces behind. “Ask that man there whereabouts he is from. He is not familiar and looks lost.”
Figaro adjusted his posture, all but jogging beyond his handler and up to the stranger in their midst as she watches quietly from afar. Blowing his plume-like hair from his face he radiantly smiles and tilts his chin low. Vivace snorts. “Sir,” He’ll never get used to being formal. “Are you heading somewhere? You look a bit…” He peers up, quirking a pale brow. “… Confused? Have you been to Fantasia before?”
Yes, he was used to nature being alive, though they tended to just be monsters he either avoided or fought. The Blue Planet wasn’t like this one, though; it left him puzzled, and he needed to take a few moments to realize that he was, apparently, close enough to a town for there to be others.
“Me?” he asked. He glanced over the man’s shoulder at the woman who’d opted to stay out of the conversation for now. “Ah, is that what this place is called? I’m afraid I am quite lost. I was wondering if, perhaps, my friends had made it here as well. Though I’ve failed to see them as yet.”
