There's a flash of light, and then a vision plays out for the two men.
It's spring time, and the town is full- the empty courtyard of depleted buildings is instead well built, with a solid plaza surrounding the well. They can see it expands further, like a small but bustling town surrounded by trees. The pink haired girl stands at the edge, glaring at the forest as she wraps her wrist, a basket of herbs hanging off of her arm.
A boy with long, pale hair and purple eyes frowns as he passes.
"Did something attack you again? The forest's been so dangerous lately... you really shouldn't go alone anymore," he says softly as the girl scoffs.
"Those things won't get me. They're blind and deaf- they have to rely on scent, and the thing about the forest is that it's full of scents. If push comes to shove, just busting their noses or even forcing them into the dirt makes 'em useless."
"But they still come back."
"So do the birds, and the wolves, and that guy with snakes coming out of his neck- what even's up with that, actually-"
"I don't know, I don't want to know, and we are not going to find out- ah, you're hurt! I knew it. You're not going back out there again today, we're going to see the Doctor Grenore-"
He gently loops his arm with hers to drag her away from the forest as she protests weakly, but it's all for show. While the boy looks onward, she looks back. Sitting on the top of a fallen tree, sits a rose hound.
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It's spring time, and the town is full- the empty courtyard of depleted buildings is instead well built, with a solid plaza surrounding the well. They can see it expands further, like a small but bustling town surrounded by trees. The pink haired girl stands at the edge, glaring at the forest as she wraps her wrist, a basket of herbs hanging off of her arm.
A boy with long, pale hair and purple eyes frowns as he passes.
"Did something attack you again? The forest's been so dangerous lately... you really shouldn't go alone anymore," he says softly as the girl scoffs.
"Those things won't get me. They're blind and deaf- they have to rely on scent, and the thing about the forest is that it's full of scents. If push comes to shove, just busting their noses or even forcing them into the dirt makes 'em useless."
"But they still come back."
"So do the birds, and the wolves, and that guy with snakes coming out of his neck- what even's up with that, actually-"
"I don't know, I don't want to know, and we are not going to find out- ah, you're hurt! I knew it. You're not going back out there again today, we're going to see the Doctor Grenore-"
He gently loops his arm with hers to drag her away from the forest as she protests weakly, but it's all for show. While the boy looks onward, she looks back. Sitting on the top of a fallen tree, sits a rose hound.
Everything returns to the cold.