[ It's been a surreal experience, having Springstar transform into a warped reminder of Faerghus. His home had been invaded, bitterly embattled from without and within, a years-long war finally nearing its end... Then he'd been drawn into all of this, and in all his months here, it's only now that he's reminded so terribly of home.
Highstorm's attack was not one of conquest in the traditional sense — not yet, anyway. Despite that, the wanton trampling of the common people, defenseless and terrified, is hauntingly familiar. It's a sorry state of affairs as well as a sobering testament to what Zenith is willing to do.
Perhaps it's no surprise when their new world would already be built on the sacrifice of countless lives, countless worlds, that they would add more bones to that unfathomable mountain.
Yuri recognizes that ruminating on the matter will do nothing. It's better to be busy, and the people need help now more than ever. So it is that Yuri is making his way along the street, loaded up with baskets hanging from his arms at odd angles to accommodate so many blankets. His strides are oddly swift despite the fact that he is clearly walking, and initially he passes right on by her since he can just barely peer over all that he carries.
Well no, he passes, then backpedals. Tips his head back a little, then some more. Goddess, this woman's got Balthus beat. He's only seen this feat achieved by Midna and Hayame prior... But he sets the marvel aside for now. ]
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Highstorm's attack was not one of conquest in the traditional sense — not yet, anyway. Despite that, the wanton trampling of the common people, defenseless and terrified, is hauntingly familiar. It's a sorry state of affairs as well as a sobering testament to what Zenith is willing to do.
Perhaps it's no surprise when their new world would already be built on the sacrifice of countless lives, countless worlds, that they would add more bones to that unfathomable mountain.
Yuri recognizes that ruminating on the matter will do nothing. It's better to be busy, and the people need help now more than ever. So it is that Yuri is making his way along the street, loaded up with baskets hanging from his arms at odd angles to accommodate so many blankets. His strides are oddly swift despite the fact that he is clearly walking, and initially he passes right on by her since he can just barely peer over all that he carries.
Well no, he passes, then backpedals. Tips his head back a little, then some more. Goddess, this woman's got Balthus beat. He's only seen this feat achieved by Midna and Hayame prior... But he sets the marvel aside for now. ]
...Hey, you got a minute?