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Larsa had made it to the Cystallus Divider - a place for rest it seemed. He had heard of the place whilst passing through Provo. Continuing onward, if he remembered correctly, the next city would be Sonora. The person whom told him way was curious as to why a child by himself whom was traveling on his own would venture to a place of cruelty. However, Larsa simply gave the man a smile before venturing onward and said, "I'm looking for some dear friends of mine." was all he said, then left.
That happened yesterday at the crack of dawn. It was now some time in the afternoon and the sun had started to set off, being rather eager. However, there was no evidence of Lady Ashe, nor her comrades being within this Realm he had somehow appeared in, but Larsa for some strange feeling that it wasn't an impossible theory. If the fates have willed it to be so, then he would be reunited with them once more. He wagered his fortunes on an obscured sense of feeling. Maybe it was him being a child eager to see his friends again, or perhaps it really was Fate that made the young Solidor continue his journey to Sonora. As Larsa had made his way into the Divider, there were very few people in the area. The boy guessed some were either venturing towards Sonora as he was, or they were going the he had come from.
Soon after sitting down, A gentleman with black clothing who appeared to have a damaged eye walked passed him, sitting down in a near corner. Larsa had seen something fall from the man's pocket. It appeared to be a dagger. Larsa had picked it up rather delicately, as if he knew how handle the object, which of course he did. Most children his age did not know how to handle such tools, but Larsa wasn't technically just any child. He was Royalty through House Solidor.
He walked up to the man with a formal smile on his face. As he approached, he began to speak. I am sorry to bother you sir, but it appears you have dropped this," Larsa said, holding out the dagger with both hands, it placed sideways so the that the blade was not facing him, nor the gentleman. Larsa learned in Archades that this was the proper way of handing back one's weapon for pointing the sharp blade at the person could be offensive as well as meaning one would potentially turn the weapon on them and vise versa.
For Ignis Scientia, there were a lot of how’s and why’s and what’s currently in his life.
Some of the bigger questions were somewhat answered. How did he get here? The same way other people seemed to mysteriously arrive in the world. Why? Who knew. What was he to do now? No idea.
There was a lot of unknowns in the world for a man who couldn’t see a thing. Every morning, when Ignis awoke, he opened his right eye in a false attempt to try and catch anything aside from a faint and distant light. His left refused to open, and the doctors were sure it would remain that way. Instead, the young man would close them both and push his newly tinted glasses up to the bridge of his nose -- starting another day in an unknown world, on an unknown path, unable to collect information the way he was once accustomed to.
Ignis could no longer write anything down. Well, he could, but it would be fruitless to do so. He couldn’t study a map. He couldn’t identify strange sounds without asking for help. And ah, that was the problem, wasn’t it? Asking for help. While he wasn’t adverse to the idea of asking for assistance from time to time, having to do so constantly had been an unbearable weight on his shoulders. At times, he was simply too embarrassed. The blonde could tell, in the hints of voices of those who gave him assistance, that they felt awkward doing so.
Having spent enough time relying on others, Scientia decided there was only one thing he could do to improve his life in this strange world; and moping wouldn’t be a part of the plan. Instead, he decided to travel. There was no way to memorize the world as he once knew how to, but he simply needed to develop something new. Instead, he listened to people as they spoke about their surroundings. He asked for the names of towns and cities. He let his feet carry him for as long as they could, down an unknown path -- stubborn and willful. He would stop and peel off his gloves, feeling the grass and plants around him, memorizing the feeling of the path underneath of his shoes.
He could detect light just enough to tell where the sun was, most of the time. That was as good a directional cue as he could take. Ignis kept all of his notes as organized as he could in his mind; there seemed to be quite a bit of real estate there, as he couldn’t remember much about his past as it was. He let the new sensations overtake him. The sounds of creatures. The whispers of people. The feel of the world around him. Occasionally, the young man traveled with a caravan, to have safety in numbers. Some seemed to judge him for his brazen activity -- a blind traveler, armed with nothing other than a walking stick? Did he have a death wish?
Absolutely not.
In an attempt to gain some further understanding of this world and his new surroundings, Ignis traveled to a place referred to as The Crystallus Divider. The journey had been rather boring, thankfully, and had given him plenty of time to think over other such things that were bothering him. There was only so much his mind was willing to recall from his previous life; that much he’d mostly given up on, for now, in place of coming to terms with and overpowering his newfound disability. However, there was another curious connection he couldn’t quite place.
The first time he’d encountered a creature mostly on his own, Ignis had managed to summon a weapon into his hand. A dagger; one, and then another. While the fight was difficult, and most of the damage was done by the other travelers, the once-retainer couldn’t help but feel it was … natural. Battle was natural. However, the ability to summon these weapons was rather tricky for him, at first. It took a certain amount of will, and he could only seem to pull them forth from nothingness when he recalled the only person from his past that was still living in his mind’s eye.
Noct.
The sun was beginning to set, as far as Ignis was aware. The weather, which was rather pleasant in this region, was beginning to cool as the brief amount of light he could detect was fading. Thankfully, he had made it to the Divider, and followed the hushed sounds of the few other people in the area. He tapped his walking stick along, finding several blocks scattered throughout the area. Thank goodness, or he would have rammed his shins on them several times by now. There was an energy abuzz in the area … Not quite magic as he thought of it, but something. Ignis thinned his lips in thought, pulling his black coat closer as he considered what the feeling could be, if it was anything at all.
Again, he thought of the strange power he had to summon a weapon forth. Perhaps he shouldn’t have considered it so strongly, as a temporary weight formed in his pocket, before promptly falling out. Ignis frowned, pausing for a moment as he considered turning around to search for and grab the weapon.
No, instead, this would be a decent opportunity to attempt to make it go back to … wherever it was it was coming from. The dagger seemed attached to him in away, and so Scientia chose to ignore for a moment, instead stepping forward a few more paces to find a place to sit down. A few taps later led him to a stone that seemed flat enough to sit on; turning to rest against the cool stone. Ingis relaxed his body, tired from the constant journey, ignoring the way his feet ached. With one hand he snapped the walking stick back into its smaller, more travel-friendly form, stuffing it into his pocket. He then rested a gloved hand against his dark jeans, intending to carry his focus to the dagger that was left lying in the dirt behind him.
What he hadn’t expected was to hear the sounds of footsteps drawing closer. The young man frowned in curiosity as the stranger approached. Having done nothing but listen since he’d landed in this world, Ignis could tell a few things without really trying. Whoever it was, they were either short or young. The shuffle of fabrics indicated they were wearing cotton. Just as he and every other traveler did, he could detect the scent of sweat.
“I am sorry to bother you sir, but it appears you have dropped this."
The voice was young, but not that of a child. A teenager, perhaps? Ingis sat still for a moment as his calculations caught up with the rest of his mind, before allowing a tired, pleasant smile to spread across his features. He didn’t want to come across as rude, after all.
“Ah, thank you for returning it,” Ignis replied as he crossed one leg over the other, reaching forward to take the dagger from the teenager. It took a few fumbling swipes at the air before his calloused fingers made contact with the handle, and he gently removed it from the other’s hand, “That was quite the kind act. Anyone could have taken it, and I would have been none the wiser.”
There was a quip in his voice that he hoped the young man would ignore. He hadn’t quite come to terms with his situation, it seemed.
“Are you here traveling with your family, Mr …?” Ignis kept his tone cordial as he let the question hang in the air, expect the young man to give his name. After all, even though the kind teenager was young, there was no sense in treating him as such. He would treat him as respectfully as he would anyone else -- even if it did seem overbearing.
But its too late, to go back. I can see the darkness, through the cracks. Daylight fading, I curse the breaking. The day is gone.
"You are most welcome, sir. And I agree to that claim. Anyone would, or could, ignore to do what is right by their fellow man. However, for me to ignore a kind act would be to go against everything I was taught, and I have no intention of soiling that illy." The young lord spoke adamantly to the man with truth in his words. If only his older brother could see the error of his ways. What would Vayne do then, Larsa had wondered. He did believe that their was still a hint of good somewhere deep within his older brother's heart. He has seen it in the past. However the good times of the past do not in any shape or form redeem what he has wrought. Larsa still hoped to see that his words mayhap reach him. Somehow ... Some way.
Larsa quickly snapped out of his thoughts to his brother, hearing the mans questions as to his name as well as if he were possibly traveling with his family. Larsa had sometimes questioned himself if he still did indeed have a family. His father's life was taken, and now his brother had taken mantle of the Archadian throne. Traveling to this realm was a predicament to not only Larsa's attempts but Lady Ashe's and company's as well. Who knows, per chance his older brother's attempts to further war against the resistance and Rozarrian forces may have been taken away from him if he had somehow came to as well. However, that was something Larsa knew naught.
"I am Larsa Ferrinas Solidor. Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance. As for your question about me traveling with family, unfortunately no ... I am alone. Or at least at the moment. However, I am no stranger to traveling alone." Larsa had answered truthfully once more. "I do not mean to pry, but what of you?What is your name if I may ask?" The young lord politely questioned. Of course, the gentleman did not need answer if mayhap he did not want to. Larsa had assumed that he was traveling alone due to the fact only himself were keeping the gentleman company temporarily.
