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claude von riegan. ([personal profile] godshattering) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2022-08-20 01:20 pm (UTC)

[ Claude waits for a few minutes, but no one appears. At least that's not totally unexpected what with how arriving in the Horizon works but it does mean added exploring his on his horizon (in more ways than one). ]

We might be on our own here. What do you think? [ Said to the wyvern, who merely shuffles her wings a bit in what he's always considered a shrug from her real life counterpart. ] Well, no time like the present, or whatever the saying is.

[ Either way, time to locate his friends. That idea about having the wyvern scout comes to mind again so he lifts his arm to send her out soaring and in the meantime, Claude wanders down the canal. Maybe it'll still connect to a river from someone else's domain, maybe it won't, but it feels like his best option.

Before long, the wyvern returns with a strip of greenery in his mouth and when he retrieves it, he recognizes it as some of the ivy that used to grow on Garreg Mach's walls. That's certainly a positive sign, can really only be one of two people, given that he didn't create the monastery himself, so Claude lets the wyvern lead the way in what ends up being towards Sylvain standing in a paddock. ]


Huh, I guess this answers my question of who was responsible. [ Called out with a wave of the ivy still in his hands as he approaches, opting to hop the short fence just like he had many times as a student. Now it's Claude's turn to turn in place to take it all in - the stables, the greenery, the forest he remembers, the monastery looming above - before casting a glance Sylvain's direction. ] Nice to see it again without any of the... you know.

[ Damage. So much damage. ]

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