[While the whole shrinking thing was an entirely new experience for Byleth, finding himself in the 'wilderness' with no access to the conveniences or amenities of civilisation was blessedly familiar. It was automatic for him, to fallback on comfortable routine on securing a safe camp in otherwise unfamiliar and wildgrown ground.
So, over the first three days he can be found buzzing about like a busy bee in an area he staked as 'his' - or anyone's really, he's happy to share. Close to the pond - to serve as a water source - but not so close that it's on the very shoreline and thus exposed to the predatory dragonflies or frogs, Byleth set up a small and simple camp within a clump of thick, flowering weeds. He's not yet focused on hunting down the Effigies' objects, and therefore isn't interested in picking fights with Zenith. Survival first.
Anyone roaming near his camp area may come across him scouting the immediate area, on guard for threads, or trying to secure a source of food. He might even be trying to finagle a way to use a hollowed out, small acorn to store water from the pond so he's less likely to get attacked by frogs. Though, maybe one of those frogs might end up being a good meal... hm.
Feel free to approach! Or, if you're clearly struggling living in the woods with barely anything to your name, he might approach you in case you need help...]
❋ II. It's raining! (Day 4)
[Byleth's preparations had paid off, though admittedly having giant raindrops fall on them hadn't been something he'd predicted! While initially caught off guard, he had managed to reach his camp as the "rain" began to fall, watching the large globs of water crash down from the heavens and leave dangerous pools of water for unwary Shard-bearers to fall into.
If you're seeking shelter, maybe you can see him standing in the entrance of his little campsite sheltered by the flowering weeds and decide to race towards him to get out of the splash zone! Or maybe you're caught in the deluge and cry for help, in which case he'd leave the safety of his camp to lend a hand... hopefully both of you won't come into difficulty!]
❋ III. Don't eat the food! (Day 5)
[As much as an unwary glutton Byleth could be, even he knew that partaking in anything a fairy offered was a bad idea. The mercenaries he had ran with came from various lands and cultures, offering tales and stories that painted for more devious gods and entities than the highly sanitised deity the Church of Seiros worshipped.
It was a shame, though... the food on offer looked very tempting and delicious, but Byleth refrained. Instead he lurked on the edges of the banquet, cutting an ominous figure amongst the mushroom's shade as he scanned the area for any friendly or just familiar faces.
And when he isn't looking for familiar faces? He's staring blankly into space. Of course, he isn't quite thinking of where he's directing that empty-headed stare towards, so you might end up feeling a shiver crawl up your spine and looking up to see him, no thoughts head empty, staring you down with an unblinking stare.
Unnerving...]
❋ IV. Wildcard (Day ???)
[Hit me with a scenario across any day and I'll roll with it! Or if there's something you want to plot out, just hit me on discord or plurk and I can hash out a closed starter!]
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[While the whole shrinking thing was an entirely new experience for Byleth, finding himself in the 'wilderness' with no access to the conveniences or amenities of civilisation was blessedly familiar. It was automatic for him, to fallback on comfortable routine on securing a safe camp in otherwise unfamiliar and wildgrown ground.
So, over the first three days he can be found buzzing about like a busy bee in an area he staked as 'his' - or anyone's really, he's happy to share. Close to the pond - to serve as a water source - but not so close that it's on the very shoreline and thus exposed to the predatory dragonflies or frogs, Byleth set up a small and simple camp within a clump of thick, flowering weeds. He's not yet focused on hunting down the Effigies' objects, and therefore isn't interested in picking fights with Zenith. Survival first.
Anyone roaming near his camp area may come across him scouting the immediate area, on guard for threads, or trying to secure a source of food. He might even be trying to finagle a way to use a hollowed out, small acorn to store water from the pond so he's less likely to get attacked by frogs. Though, maybe one of those frogs might end up being a good meal... hm.
Feel free to approach! Or, if you're clearly struggling living in the woods with barely anything to your name, he might approach you in case you need help...]
❋ II. It's raining! (Day 4)
[Byleth's preparations had paid off, though admittedly having giant raindrops fall on them hadn't been something he'd predicted! While initially caught off guard, he had managed to reach his camp as the "rain" began to fall, watching the large globs of water crash down from the heavens and leave dangerous pools of water for unwary Shard-bearers to fall into.
If you're seeking shelter, maybe you can see him standing in the entrance of his little campsite sheltered by the flowering weeds and decide to race towards him to get out of the splash zone! Or maybe you're caught in the deluge and cry for help, in which case he'd leave the safety of his camp to lend a hand... hopefully both of you won't come into difficulty!]
❋ III. Don't eat the food! (Day 5)
[As much as an unwary glutton Byleth could be, even he knew that partaking in anything a fairy offered was a bad idea. The mercenaries he had ran with came from various lands and cultures, offering tales and stories that painted for more devious gods and entities than the highly sanitised deity the Church of Seiros worshipped.
It was a shame, though... the food on offer looked very tempting and delicious, but Byleth refrained. Instead he lurked on the edges of the banquet, cutting an ominous figure amongst the mushroom's shade as he scanned the area for any friendly or just familiar faces.
And when he isn't looking for familiar faces? He's staring blankly into space. Of course, he isn't quite thinking of where he's directing that empty-headed stare towards, so you might end up feeling a shiver crawl up your spine and looking up to see him, no thoughts head empty, staring you down with an unblinking stare.
Unnerving...]
❋ IV. Wildcard (Day ???)
[Hit me with a scenario across any day and I'll roll with it! Or if there's something you want to plot out, just hit me on discord or plurk and I can hash out a closed starter!]