#elvir 01;

[aeternuming-blog]

@c-aeleste​

archimedes ward has much to offer and there’s a sense of nostalgia he gains passing through sections of it that puts him in a somewhat distracted state of mind. it isn’t totally like sylvarant - there’s too much population and the architecture is different in ways that his trained eye can pick out with ease. however, there are areas that are breath-taking.

for instance - savior’s respite.

the young hero draws in slow breath as he takes in the beauty of the wildflowers that sway lazily in the gentle breeze. the cliff is so uneasily found - lloyd had happened upon the trail just by chance - and for the briefest moment, he understands how that’s an advantage.

as his gaze prances over the bright petals, he realizes that someone else is here. a blond, seated among the blooms.

[voidhxxrt-blog]

@c-aeleste​

overlay pt. 2

what a fiasco this city has embodied. it had been rather dull for the mere days they had to acclimate themself to the new scenery. much of the city had reminded the vessel of hallownest, ruined and populated with entrepreneurs of exploration or seemingly mindless humanoid husks that wandered about.

now, suddenly surging forth with enemies of unfamiliar figure, it does the ghost well to maintain higher ground and use their miraculously returned items to maneuver the city, assisting those in immediate danger.

some husks appeared from time to time in the swarms of foes. bugs with the affliction, ambling toward whatever poor citizen of right mind they sighted. the radiance’s light poured from their eyes in a horrifying display of bright orange, viscous fluid, slipping like tears mixed with corn starch down their masks. an unnerving sight for even the vessel. rare was it for the infection to be so potent in such small bugs. yet it is a familiar shell - their own, in fact - that draws their immediate alarm.

themself in all likeness, slowly approaching a blond-haired citizen.

nosk.

leaping from their perch on the side of a building, they brandish their pure nail, taking stance between the innocent and the evil spider of trickery. waving out an arm silently, they bid the blond to retreat.