[ from one monster ridden world to another, cherche finds herself growing accustomed to the impending doom of humanity. she had longed for excitement and adventure when she was young, but this isn't exactly what she had in mind. at least, not finding herself thrown into another world entirely different from ylisse.
there are a few good things, however. the northern plains remind her of the fertile fields of rosanne, the simple layout of the town similar to the small villages they had passed during their long march. and while the shade look nothing like the risen, glittering gold and inky black against the sunlight, they still fall to her axe and lance and cherche lives to see another day. but most importantly, she still has minerva at her side, her staunch ally and the last tie she has to home, and there is little more she needs.
but that doesn't mean she doesn't welcome company of the human variety. she hasn't run into many people since arriving, but everywhere she goes she always manages to encounter the same man, imposing in height and build. he reminds her of gregor in those ways, and it provides another part of home for her to ease the ache.
it's another one of those days when she spots him again, just as she finishes defeating a small group of shades. she doesn't turn to face him, but she addresses him anyway. ]
You know, [ she says while flicking blood off her axe, raising her voice for him to hear. ] If I didn't know better, I'd say you've been following me.
1-16............. sort of /waves hands vaguely
there are a few good things, however. the northern plains remind her of the fertile fields of rosanne, the simple layout of the town similar to the small villages they had passed during their long march. and while the shade look nothing like the risen, glittering gold and inky black against the sunlight, they still fall to her axe and lance and cherche lives to see another day. but most importantly, she still has minerva at her side, her staunch ally and the last tie she has to home, and there is little more she needs.
but that doesn't mean she doesn't welcome company of the human variety. she hasn't run into many people since arriving, but everywhere she goes she always manages to encounter the same man, imposing in height and build. he reminds her of gregor in those ways, and it provides another part of home for her to ease the ache.
it's another one of those days when she spots him again, just as she finishes defeating a small group of shades. she doesn't turn to face him, but she addresses him anyway. ]
You know, [ she says while flicking blood off her axe, raising her voice for him to hear. ] If I didn't know better, I'd say you've been following me.