♬ Talk Dooty to Me ♪ || temptxes
There are many things the wandering caretaker knew, probably more than was physically comprehensible to the lives that resided in the world of Runeterra. Was he omniscient? Probably not-- there are many beings that govern the cosmos and each govern their own separate duties; however, what can be known is that Bard understood much, much more that could probably be comprehended. However, one such thing he didn’t understand is where he currently was, what world he was currently in. Though one setback was clear...
This wasn’t Runeterra...
Bard’s current thoughts were directed at the world’s balance. Were ancient artifacts being used appropriately and not for war? Was life in and of itself facing immediate annihilation? It was all unclear. For now, he needed to find a way back to the heavens and away from this world-- that was his main goal. This world was vastly different to Runeterra and shared very little similarities with it at all; perhaps this is what is known as homesickness?
As Bard jingled and jangled around the city, a fairly familiar creature caught his attention; one of the few lives in the world he had encountered. That bright red garb, those silky, black, locks of hair and matching snow-white fox tails-- there’s only one person that could be; only one on Runeterra, probably only one like that here.
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As Bard jingled as he skipped and floated his way over to the fox, the emerging harmony of woodwind instruments that emerged from his being had a welcoming and slightly happy tone to it; signifying a greeting. Might as well say hello, seeing familiar faces is always welcome.
