Day 7
There were a few clouds out, but they did not hide the moon which had only just started to wane. A gentle breeze was blowing through the grass and the trees nearby, and a stream trickled its way past as though nothing was wrong.
It felt so unfitting after the horrible sight of Appleton's fate.
Sitting on a branch of a tree towards the far edge of the camp, Sylphine gazed at the sky, feeling lost and powerless once again. Her familiar was curled up and sleeping in her arms, equally depressed. After that night, the duo had remained relatively quiet for the entire day, and Sylphine even found herself too upset to fly properly on various intervals.
Somehow, everything they encountered on their way to, and inside the tower, and then the scene of destruction they discovered later--it was terrifying, it was frustrating, but somehow...it felt anticlimactic, too. Nothing tried to stop them, and the party sustained very few (if at all) injuries as far as the emerald-haired girl could tell. Yet they failed utterly.
I wonder if Oolaene made it out alright... Thinking back to the half-naiad alchemist whom it felt like she had met years ago by now, Sylphine felt absolutely terrible. Ah, it doesn't really matter anyway...I still won't be able to do anything for her in return for helping me learn healing magic...
She reached into her pocket, and pulled out the vial that Iator had given her. Oolaene had made the solution inside, hadn't she? Yet Sylphine hadn't used it at all, and it remained in her pocket next to the bunny doll. It feels almost wrong to be holding onto this thing now...
She didn't feel like talking to Undia, either (though only Undia could initiate the conversation to begin with). The story just felt so crushing and...disappointingly dull, even...that she couldn't even bear to speak with her best friend about it. Besides, what was the point of making this journey with only Pirika if she was going to keep leaning on Undia's shoulder even still?
Wonder how the others are doing, too... Looking across them, Sylphine could see Adrian staring at the orange flames in the center of their camp, looking depressed. For someone as idealistic as him, this probably felt even worse. Meanwhile, the newest member of the group, that blond-haired man, was looking at something in his bag. Was it some kind of clothing...? Come to think of it, she knew nothing about him either, except that he had taken offense from the mere existence of that slime...thing...
Which immediately brought her to start thinking of something else: that weird slime thing. This probably seemed strange, coming from a girl who lived in a village emphasizing forming a bond with nature, but...that slime outright annoyed Sylphine. Her reactions to the daemon almost hinged on some poorly written comedy, even. Oh well, it was hard to blame someone who had been cooped up in that tower for so long...
"...Feita Valley." Sylphine looked towards the ones surrounding the campfire in surprise, hearing the name of her home, and found Iator talking to Adrian, in a quiet voice that still rang with sadness. "It is a land filled with magic, and nature flourishes there. Many of my kind call that place home. I was a member of a small village within that valley; our homes were barely recognizable as homes on the surface, but lavish under the hills that we called our roofs. The Seelie Court there rules us all, no matter where we roam."
Even though she had lived in the valley most of her life, Sylphine had never heard of the Seelie Court, or the fairies' dwelling. She knew there were fairies in Feita, yes, but they had entire villages there?! And to boot, such an important establishment was based in her home...calling it "surprising" would be a serious understatement. "...you're from Feita as well?" Sylphine asked, shifting so she was facing a bit more towards the others now. Perhaps talking about her home, and even learning something new about it, would take her mind off last night.