[ At this point, all Thancred wants is to find his way out of the Horizon, but it isn't making it so simple this time. In all the moons that he's been here, this is the first time he's been trapped on this plane, and it's enough to set him on edge. He knows his physical form should be safe in the space he shares with Urianger, that there's little reason to be concerned, but he doesn't like this one bit.
Surely if he had better control here, this wouldn't be a problem. It's his own deficiency, isn't it? Which means all he can do is push forward and keep trying, again and again.
But the harder he tries, the further into the Horizon he seems to fall. First, that labyrinth with Geralt. Now? He could very well be somewhere in Coerthas.
The cold feels real, the sharp wind biting through every layer of clothing. He tries to create a thicker coat, something like what he'd worn in Garlemald, but the garment that appears is tattered and threadbare. He lets out a grunt of frustration before realizing he's not alone. A voice sounds, penetrating through the noise caused by the whipping winds. ]
I can! [ He follows the voice around a bend, taking care not to fall on the uneven rocks and snow.
Then, he's met with a bright head of red hair. It's that stranger he'd met back during the Nightbloom ball. Sylvain, wasn't it? ] The Horizon is being quite the bastard today, it seems. [ At least he's no stranger to cold weather. But where do they go from here? ]
d; snowy mountainside
Surely if he had better control here, this wouldn't be a problem. It's his own deficiency, isn't it? Which means all he can do is push forward and keep trying, again and again.
But the harder he tries, the further into the Horizon he seems to fall. First, that labyrinth with Geralt. Now? He could very well be somewhere in Coerthas.
The cold feels real, the sharp wind biting through every layer of clothing. He tries to create a thicker coat, something like what he'd worn in Garlemald, but the garment that appears is tattered and threadbare. He lets out a grunt of frustration before realizing he's not alone. A voice sounds, penetrating through the noise caused by the whipping winds. ]
I can! [ He follows the voice around a bend, taking care not to fall on the uneven rocks and snow.
Then, he's met with a bright head of red hair. It's that stranger he'd met back during the Nightbloom ball. Sylvain, wasn't it? ] The Horizon is being quite the bastard today, it seems. [ At least he's no stranger to cold weather. But where do they go from here? ]