Rotten Tomatoes [ Ysera & Syel ]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

His cerulean eyes groggily flitted open as a ray of light pierced through his half-drawn curtains, dancing playfully across his face. Dieter’s head lulled lazily to the left, his attention drawn to what he assumed was the sound of Helios’ Ambition clansmen nervously pacing back and forth outside of his door. Before he could prop himself up onto his elbows, clear his throat and welcome them in, they’d already slid a piece of parchment under his door and proceeded to briskly carry about their day. A muted yawn escaped from between his lips as he’d propped himself up onto his elbows and arched his back in a distinctively feline fashion. His hoary tresses cascaded freely down his back in response to the sudden movement. He’d held that position for roughly thirty seconds before he’d relax and swung his feet over the left side of his bed. He ignored the series of pops and cracks that resonated from his stiff joints as he’d crossed the room and knelt down to inspect the parchment. It was a Hunter’s Mark , a request to exterminate a rampaging Rogue Tomato .

It had taken up refugee in the Dalmasca Estersand where it’d taken up harassing some of the local merchants on their way to the Outpost. He’d heard of its’ problematic ability to breathe fire; it didn’t bother him in the least due to his natural affinity for flames. He’d noticed something in the bottom right corner of the parchment, it was two hastily scrawled names. One of them was his own and the second was the name of his fellow clansmen, Ysera. He felt his lips curve upwards into a content smile. She was one of the few people within their Clan that he truly felt comfortable around, she was the one who had discovered him not long after his awakening from his crystalline statis. She’d helped him get back on his feet after a mishap in his awakening caused a brief bout of amnesia. Of course, even after he’d fully regained his memories, he was selective about what he’d disclosed to her. He’d never directly mentioned that he was searching for Belias the Gigas; the lord he’d once served in what felt like a distant era; he still wasn’t certain how long he’d slept.

Alas, those were thoughts for another time, he’d mused to himself as he’d moved to a small vanity in the corner. He hastily brushed out the knots in his hair and wove it into a very lose fishtail braid. He’d tied it at the very base with a small length of burgundy ribbon. He’d changed into a simple billowing robe that had a deep sapphire sash coiled around the middle securing it to his figure. He’d smoothed it out before he’d sat on the window ceil and slid his feet into a pair of leather sandals, anchoring it down with a buckle just below his knee joint. The last three things that he’d grabbed was a pendant that had a small sapphire and ruby socketed it in and his beloved weapon and its’ harness. He hafted the blade over his shoulder with his right hand and he did so with unnatural ease; a feat that shouldn’t have been possible with just one hand. He’d leered at his reflection for a moment, recalling just where he’d come from and what he’d done in the past. He wasn’t just some adventurer, he was a vassal for a Scion.

He’d dismissed that thought as he’d left his room and made his way downstairs to the pub. He’d weaved in and out of people as he made his way to the bar, waving down one of the few bartenders. They’d brought his standard drink, a glass of cacti juice mixed with a spoonful of honey. He’d sipped on it for a minute before he’d inquired about the location of his partner.

” Have you seen Lady Ysera or Lady Syel? We have a Mark to hunt down.”

word 600+ ● Ysera ● parternship ftw