#remove this ailment. queue!

[aselianangel]

[Continued]

A feeling of familiarity began to spread in her heart at his response. To know that he too had lost his world and was looking for a way to save it. A way that required the seed of the Tree of Mana. Martel knew how horrible it felt to lose your home, and all the people you loved and cared for. To travel alone with the burden of finding a way to save that world, even after the world had died. It was a terrible burden to bear alone.

Still, she found herself smiling despite all that, turning her gaze to the tree once more. “If you’re looking for a seed, then surely you have come far too soon.” She replied. “From what I know of this tree, it will not be mature enough to produce a seed for at least a millennia or two.”

The legends of Derris-Kharlan passed down by the Elves had claimed their tree was eons old when it started to wither away. The spirit of mana at the time gave the elves a seed to plant on a new world, and they had descended to Aselia. And the Kharlan Tree of old had been close to six thousand years old when they had tried to save it from the fate of its’ parent. Due to the nature of its’ withering, it had only been able to produce a single seed, when it should have had at least three or four to produce at that age.

Emerald eyes turned away from the tree, and Martel sighed. “However, you might not be as far off as you think.” She added, glancing at the man again.

“Dhaos, is it?” She asked, stepping away from the tree, and only slightly closer to him. “What is it you hope to achieve by obtaining a seed? I’m sure it’s for the revival of your world, of that I have no doubt. But for what reason do you seek it? Is it for yourself? Or are you trying to save the people you care about?”

There was no right or wrong answer for this question, at least not in her mind. She was merely curious as to his reasoning, why he was here.

@demonkingdhaos

[aselianangel]

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . --lightning-of-kharlan

A surprise attack had caught them all unawares, but as they tried to escape from their pursuers, they eventually got separated. Martel was left to trust in Kratos, that he would keep her brother safe. While she was clearly in the care of Yuan, someone she had grown to care for greatly. He’d been rather distant at first, but now he was definitely part of their group, and she trusted him.

Though she had been incredibly stubborn about continuing on when the storm suddenly rolled in. A flash lit up the sky, and before she knew it, Yuan had grabbed hold of her and pulled her over to the cliff wall. Part of the rock jutted out overhead, creating a sort of shelter that protected against the rain. It wasn’t as good as having a full shelter, and her clothes were already starting to soak through, but it was currently all they had.

She could see that Yuan’s clothes were soaked, as well. But there was nowhere else to go, and a fire would not be able to light in this heavy rain.

This was certainly not anything she ever foresaw herself getting into. She’d been through situations like this with Mithos, to be sure, but never without him. Never with someone like Yuan.

Martel wrapped her arms around herself as tightly as she could managed and sat a short distance from Yuan. She wasn’t sure how comfortable he’d be with her sitting close, though that would be better to conserve body heat, she feared being the one to suggest it. Even the thought alone made her cheeks flush, and she had to rub at her face for a moment, trying not to let him see.

“I guess we’ll have to wait out this storm, huh?” She asked with a gentle smile, just hoping to lighten the mood. 

Was this awkward? 

Yes, yes it was very awkward. Martel hadn’t spent any time alone with a man in her life, but she didn’t really mind being here with Yuan. It was… sort of confusing.