⋆₊ An older portrayal of Mikleo
who roams the world as a
݁ ⊹ lone explorer. ・゚
[ Mun: 25+ y/o ꕀ serious / crack ]
The water seraph walked up to the nearest house, delicately palming the carpentry.
"This town is fairly new. I'd give it about few decades at most. They mustn't be aware of any remnant of a past era... if there's any to begin with."
The water seraph walked up to the nearest house, delicately palming the carpentry.
"This town is fairly new. I'd give it about few decades at most. They mustn't be aware of any remnant of a past era... if there's any to begin with."
His naive view completely skipped over the implications.
His naive view completely skipped over the implications.
Something Mikleo wouldn't do just with anybody.
Fortunately, or not, he didn't realize Merlin had brought up his real name.
"Centuries, huh... that explains a lot."
Something Mikleo wouldn't do just with anybody.
Fortunately, or not, he didn't realize Merlin had brought up his real name.
"Centuries, huh... that explains a lot."
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He recoiled back when Calico drew his blade.
Ritual swords can be just as deadly as real ones. He would know, his childhood friend wielded one.
"This better not involve blood sacrifice!"
He recoiled back when Calico drew his blade.
Ritual swords can be just as deadly as real ones. He would know, his childhood friend wielded one.
"This better not involve blood sacrifice!"
He tried thinking up the best way he could describe his world, from a dweller's point of view.
Hand on his chin, he kept pondering as he spoke.
"As written in the celestial record, Glenwood is a continent brimming with interesting locations. Forests, mountains, ruins..."
He tried thinking up the best way he could describe his world, from a dweller's point of view.
Hand on his chin, he kept pondering as he spoke.
"As written in the celestial record, Glenwood is a continent brimming with interesting locations. Forests, mountains, ruins..."
What a showoff, floating. It did bother the seraph to feel small next to Dazakoth, but...
He wouldn't let it distract him, though. Mikleo stood his ground.
"Not that I'm in a hurry or anything, but I do have someone I'm waiting for back home."
What a showoff, floating. It did bother the seraph to feel small next to Dazakoth, but...
He wouldn't let it distract him, though. Mikleo stood his ground.
"Not that I'm in a hurry or anything, but I do have someone I'm waiting for back home."
A swift movement was all it took for the seraph to turn around, staff in hand and ready to strike if necessary.
"Who's there?! Show yourself!"
A swift movement was all it took for the seraph to turn around, staff in hand and ready to strike if necessary.
"Who's there?! Show yourself!"
"A hydro user? I... suppose you can say that."
His lavender gaze shifts left and right, observing the scenery, lost in thoughts.
"So this is what this city is called. Fontain. Huh... Got a nice ring to it."
"A hydro user? I... suppose you can say that."
His lavender gaze shifts left and right, observing the scenery, lost in thoughts.
"So this is what this city is called. Fontain. Huh... Got a nice ring to it."
His face lights up. But then, he ponders over what happened just before.
"... But not see me?"
His face lights up. But then, he ponders over what happened just before.
"... But not see me?"
He was too astonished by what he heard to follow with her demand.
He can't feel any malevolence seep from her, and yet...
"Ah-hem... How is it possible? Dragons can't revert to their seraph forms, let alone keep their personality intact... h-how?"
He was too astonished by what he heard to follow with her demand.
He can't feel any malevolence seep from her, and yet...
"Ah-hem... How is it possible? Dragons can't revert to their seraph forms, let alone keep their personality intact... h-how?"
He decides to reappear behind Shiro, looking back at the prickleboars prancing in the distance.
"When it came to hunting, exploring ruins, discovering new things; it was always a race with him. He made it interesting."
He cockily crosses his arms.
"But /I/ clearly was better."
He decides to reappear behind Shiro, looking back at the prickleboars prancing in the distance.
"When it came to hunting, exploring ruins, discovering new things; it was always a race with him. He made it interesting."
He cockily crosses his arms.
"But /I/ clearly was better."
Showing pity wouldn't change anything, nor mend Shiro's heart. Yet, the Seraph's face becomes more solemn, eyes shut to process his vessel's grief.
"... Do you wish to stop by? You did offer me a tour of Eastgand."
Showing pity wouldn't change anything, nor mend Shiro's heart. Yet, the Seraph's face becomes more solemn, eyes shut to process his vessel's grief.
"... Do you wish to stop by? You did offer me a tour of Eastgand."
And here he tried not to act so childish... not that he would ever admit to it.
"Sorry... yeah, there's no reason to rush things out if you aren't either."
And here he tried not to act so childish... not that he would ever admit to it.
"Sorry... yeah, there's no reason to rush things out if you aren't either."