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[temperedwings]

Golden shinobi  smiles seeing  yet another new person "Hello there, how are you doing..you lost, need help?" the motherly female asked while greeting him.

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"Ah, Martel? I brought you something; I hope you like it." In small hands laid a series of flowers, stems interlaced in his fingers. They still were full of life, as if plucked from the ground only a little while ago. They had been made into a sort of chain, then a bracelet right before her eyes. Then he offered it to her in a gentle hold, wanting the flowers to last longer. There was no need to mention that he bought the flowers with all the gald he had gathered recently.

The quiet sound of his footsteps on the grass had caught her attention even before he spoke, and she had looked up with a warm smile on her face, heart lifting in joy at the fact that he had come to see her. Her smile only grew as she saw the gift he had brought for her, a delicately woven chain of flowers. She was pleased to see that he had remembered how to make those, as she had showed him once a long, long time ago. He had been unhappy then and she had wanted to cheer him up. Over the years they had given one another any number of such gifts, carefully constructed and delicately carried to avoid damaging the fragile stems before they were woven into place.

“Oh Mithos, what a lovely surprise!” Martel exclaimed happily. She offered her wrist, tugging her sleeve out of the way as he sized a bracelet for her. “Such rare flowers…you must have searched high and low to find these!” she marveled. He had not settled for common clover or any little wildflower growing beside the paths that led from here to where he tended to stay; but had somehow managed to get his hands on exquisite blossoms she had not seen in a long time.

“May I enquire as to the occasion behind such a treasure?” she teased lightly. Mithos needed no occasion to visit her, he was welcome any time. She was always glad to see his face or hear his voice.

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Terra Park | Martel, Serena, and Claire

Silence lingered around her like a shroud, so heavy that the weight of it was almost tangible on her shoulders. The thick fog coated her throat with every breath and she could hardly see anything around her. This place was unfamiliar to her, or at least it seemed to be so. She could not see enough to tell clearly where she was, nor could she sense any familiar mana. Uncertain where to turn, she hesitated, voice caught in her throat in case something unfriendly lurked just out of sight, hidden by the veiling mists. There was a feeling of unease and malevolence in the air, though she may have been imagining it.

Taking a hesitant step, she managed to discern that the ground underfoot was rather grassy, albeit littered in dead blades and withered flowers. If there was a path, she certainly was not on it. Standing still was hardly the way to solve anything, so she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to wash away the lingering sense of unease. The wetness of the fog was unpleasant in her throat and on her face, but it was not anything she had never dealt with before. She took another step into the mysterious grayness that had settled in a heavy blanket over the world.

For a while, there was no sign that anyone else was anywhere near her. It seemed as if she had been in the middle of a field of some sort, and she had no memory how she had gotten there. Aside from the occasional twisted, stunted tree, there was nothing to break the monotony of her lonely walk. The entire situation felt somewhat like a dream, waking in the midst of a strange place with no previous memories. Dead grass crunched and crumbled underfoot as she continued wandering, hoping she was not going in circles. Ahead of her she suddenly saw a shape and her footsteps slowed. For a moment she hesitated, not wanting to draw the attention of whomever, or whatever, it might be, but in the end her desire to not be alone won out. Hoping for a friendly voice or face, she moved closer to the shadowy shape.

“Hello?” she called. “Excuse me, can you help me? I seem to be lost.”