[ it is, it turns out, strangely easy to lose sight of robin in the forest. perhaps it's the shock of white hair blending in with the snow, the dark clothing seeming little more than a stray shadow or trunk or bough at a great enough distance,
or perhaps it's the way the man skirts away from company like a ghost as he flits through the forest, attending to the same busywork most everyone else is. the promise of mana stones and beasts that become mana stones; it's reason enough, in the end, for robin to bother with remaining despite the threat of knowing the enchanted forest poses. that's fine. robin can minimize the risks in the little ways he can, keep to times and locations people aren't so active at, wander an eerily silent forest in the eerily cast half-light of dusk, the shadows stretching longer with every minute that passes.
perhaps that's why it's hard to immediately tell exactly when the surroundings begin to warp and shift, twilit forest melting into candlelit chambers, stone and architecture in place of wild nature. however day comes across robin, whether through happenstance or design, he'll find now that the man sucks in a breath through his teeth, shoulders squaring away as his expression grows shadowed beneath his hood. ]
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or perhaps it's the way the man skirts away from company like a ghost as he flits through the forest, attending to the same busywork most everyone else is. the promise of mana stones and beasts that become mana stones; it's reason enough, in the end, for robin to bother with remaining despite the threat of knowing the enchanted forest poses. that's fine. robin can minimize the risks in the little ways he can, keep to times and locations people aren't so active at, wander an eerily silent forest in the eerily cast half-light of dusk, the shadows stretching longer with every minute that passes.
perhaps that's why it's hard to immediately tell exactly when the surroundings begin to warp and shift, twilit forest melting into candlelit chambers, stone and architecture in place of wild nature. however day comes across robin, whether through happenstance or design, he'll find now that the man sucks in a breath through his teeth, shoulders squaring away as his expression grows shadowed beneath his hood. ]