[OPEN]

[chronosynthesis]

WHO: Syrlya and You
WHAT: Syrlya gets cursed, and then has one bad day after another so he runs away to the hotsprings
WHEN: ~few days after the spring dance until last day of spring. Closed prompts through end of Summer
WHERE: The farm, around town, the hotsprings
WARNINGS: There is NSFW in these parts

[Do Not Agitate the Goddess (mute) | Edge of the Woods + His Farm]

[Syrlya gave it a few days, at least didn't confront the Goddess about her questionable habits at the dance itself. It doesn't go terribly well.

He marches away from the pond, his expression is twisted into a scowl and fists balled. Anyone who crosses his path in the immediate aftermath is met with irritation, and then a pointed turn of his face away as he marches down the path.

After a few hours he's had some time to cool off--though he's still sulking, toiling on his farm ripping up weeds and pushing new seeds into the dirt. If they didn't have to do this to eat, he'd let this goddess know right where she can--]

[Twice cursed (blind) | Other people's farms]

[Luckily, going mute only lasts for a day, and then it's back to normal. For a couple days, at least. Until he wakes one morning to the room being strangely dark, like the sun itself was snuffed out--no, but it isn't the sun that's the problem. It's his eyes.

The morning is a panic. A level of fear he doesn't often feel as he's suddenly lost the sense most important to him.

The first trip is a stumble to the clinic... unsurprisingly, when dealing with a talking plant it doesn't offer any answers except that they, at least, don't seem to be injured. Nobody there accuses the goddess, but an errant magical effect... Syrlya can only think of one person who is capable.

So, his option is to wait it out for now, see if it clears up on its own. That is... not optimal. But ultimately Syrlya can't find any better options.

Doesn't mean he can't try and do what he needs to. So, using a glittering sword as a makeshift walking stick (watch your feet) Syrlya strides out of the farmhouse.

Or rather, trips out of it, hitting a few walls along the way. And then he's on a truly blind path, tripping and crawling over other people's fences with no real idea of his orientation. Just where he thinks it is. The warmth of the sun isn't helping him as much as he wishes it did.

Anyway. Sorry if he tramples your flowers.]


[Make That Thrice Cursed (table) | The Town]

[The blidnness clears up after two days as if it never happened. So not a malady after all, it seems. So Syrlya goes into town to finish errands he intended to before the weekend. He's just headed down the street with a bag of groceries more varied than the limited vegetables from their garden... when it hits.

A plastic folding end table drops seemingly from thin air and smacks right onto his head. Syrlya buckles with a startled cry, his bag tumbling out of his arms and spilling to the ground.]

((His plotting post is over here if you want a more custom starter or simply something else!))

Comments

for Konoe

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya still remembers he owes Konoe an ice cream... adventure. Not a date. So after a confirmation in the morning Syrlya makes another round to Konoe's farm to collect him in the afternoon to wander down the beach. He's been advised to visit the traveling stand on the beach, and Syrlya would rather pay for single portions anyway.

He isn't really dressed for the beach, but he doesn't seem uncomfortable as they walk over the sand.] I think I see it is the distance.

[He points, to the colorful cart that has people lined up. Unsurprisingly, cold ice cream is popular on a warm beach.]

for Trahearne

[chronosynthesis]

[By the end of the week, Syrlya cannot wait to just go deep in the mountains and escape from all of this. He ensures that Trahearne knows to be ready the next day (he refuses to go into details what had him to harried), then returns to his house to back up a bag with suitable supply for two nights of camping.

Bright and early the following morning, Syrlya is knocking against the door.] Trahearne? Are you in?

twice cursed

[for8000amonth]

[ he prefers to not be out for too long in the sun, but regrettably, it offers far better conditions than the night itself. he never knew how easily it was to see things under proper light all the time, and so he begrudges it to get to work.

dressed in something far more suitable for the task, he's hardly paying much attention to his surroundings- idly picking up some of the newly sprouted produce with an eyeball of apprehension. he still doesn't really think things are supposed to grow that fast, but at this point, he's seen weirder things.

the figure out of the corner of his eye is dismissed as a passing neighbor, and not worth his current attention...at least, until adelis is interrupted by said neighbor tripping over his fence.

his head snaps up, staring in bewilderment before the realization he knows said neighbor actually hits. and that's when he gets to his feet, leaving his basket on the ground to squint through the sunlight. ]

...Syrlya. [ with a sword?? no less?? ] What in Solyma's name are you doing?

[chronosynthesis]

Huh? [Syrlya grabs for the fence to pull himself up. He does not turn around, squinting at nothing as he orients himself.] Adelis? Oh, this is your farm! ... I am not going the right way, am I.

[He should be out of the game by now, not tripping over their fences, shouldn't he? Hm.]

[kuim]

[Konoe, having never heard of ice cream before they'd decided on it, but has since asked around for specifics, starts off fairly excited about it as they make their way to the beach. From an island himself, he's never actually been to the shores of his homeland; but he thinks they're far more rocky than this if the maps are to be believed. He's gotten rid of his cape at this point, but remains otherwise still not dressed appropriately for a beach outing either. He's more careful traipsing across the sand, making sure to keep his tail out of it, for... reasons. It doesn't smell like a sand pile, but one can't be too careful.]

Mm?

[He looks up from his inspection of the beach sand when Syrlya points out the ice cream cart. Oh, it's pretty; inviting colours, and people certainly looking like they're enjoying themselves, walking away from the cart with... what were they called... cones. Cones with the scoops of frozen cream on top.]

There's so many different ones!

[Look, that guy has three scoops of different flavours - amazing!]

[chronosynthesis]

[Konoe's innocent wonder cracks a smile out of Syrlya. It reminds him of a Sapling--of being a Sapling, when the world was fresh and every discovery was invigorating and tangible to his senses in a way he hadn't known before. He seen it in others, too, but Konoe wears it so openly the the familiarity is refreshing.] You're right, I wonder how many are on the menu today? One looks like chocolate.

for Adelis

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya realizes that Adelis has become someone he could call a friend (though perhaps not to his face for Adelis' sake). He gets along well, and for all Adelis' sharp edges... he's extended the same hand as Syrlya, even without being asked. That's something he can trust.

His sight returning is a welcome relief, and he takes the opportunity after to pass by Adelis' farm and thank him for the assistance. Not that he hasn't already, but it seems pertinent to do so when he isn't still afflicted. And it's a casual offer at the time: perhaps they can provide each other some proper assistance with these bingo cards as well. Many are things he is reluctant to do with any random person, and a clean exchange of squares means they don't have any open favors.

It's agreeable, so Syrlya makes a second stop in the evening, before the sun has set completely, to compare cards. At the hour, the teal glow under Syrlya's leaves has already begun to pulse.

He raps his knuckles against the door.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Of course he's in!

There's scarcely a moment after the knock that the door swings open, Trahearne's face brilliant with a smile. The excitement palpably rolls off him--he has evidently been looking forward to this. He is none the wiser to Syrlya's no good very bad week. ]

Hello, Commander!

[ Slung over his shoulder is a pack of essentials of his own. This is old hat for both of them.

He steps through the door and closes it behind him. ]

Shall we? I'm eager to know where you have in mind.

[for8000amonth]

[ this is...certainly a sight, isn't it. he merely watches for a few moments rather than moving, noting the very obvious problems here ( the body language, the lack of eye contact, the bewildered squinting- ), before he finally opts to comment. ]

I doubt it. Unless, of course, it was your intention to have an rather intimate meeting with my fence.

[ this is embarrassing to watch, he'll be honest. which is why adelis eventually lets out a exasperated sigh before bothering with trekking over.

he's kind of got an idea of what's going on here, just based on what he's seeing, but to be sure.... ]

I'm going to assume there's a particular reason you're bumbling about like a drunk?

[chronosynthesis]

[He's so cheerful. Syrlya ends up really smiling in return.

He takes a step back to give Trahearne room, then holds up a rolled map.] There's a hotspring deep within the mountains that should be fairly secluded. An ideal change of scenery for a 'weekend getaway'.

[chronosynthesis]

[He sags against the fence. That bad, huh. No, Syrlya knew he was struggling--he was just determined to keep going anyway.

He bows his head, reluctant to really admit to his weakness. But he should be honest.] ... My vision seems to have left me suddenly. I can't see a thing right now.

[for8000amonth]

[ Yeah, buddy. That bad.

Adelis will let him gather himself, since it seems he's still recovering from the shame of taking a rather inelegant tumble, but the answer he gets earns a quirk of the brow. ]

Your sight. [ He'll lean in a bit, despite the other's bowing head of shame- hm. That would explain a lot, wouldn't it. ] And so you chose to go galivanting off without a guide or proper way of navigating yourself.

[ He is absolutely shaming him, unfortunately. But, regardless, he still does owe him, somewhat, and so he'll reach out after he gains the other man's attention. ]

Your hand, if you would.

[for8000amonth]

[ While he's certainly learned a few names and faces by now, there are few he'd admit to be willing to engage with on a near-daily basis. Not to say there are none, but it's not a particularly high number at this point. Still, he can accept a tolerable face and presence when they show up, and Syrlya is one of the few he finds he doesn't mind.

The thanks did get old and perhaps a bit grating, but that much, he chokes down. This is the only person who knows of his affliction, and he'd rather not seek out more than necessary. When the offer is made, he accepts it with little fanfare- it's beneficial to the both of them, and he's hardly the type to to decline any sort of benefit.

Hair tied up and hands bare are the only differences when he answers the rap at his door, and he only pauses for a few seconds this time to ascertain his guest is who he wants it to be- and then the door swings open on it's well-oiled hinges. ]

Good evening. [ if there's the barest flicker of surprise at the other's rather...luminescent state, it's covered up fairly quickly as he steps aside and gestures for him to enter. ] No fences were harmed in your approach this time, I hope.

[kuim]

Chocolate.

[He pronounces it like he's never heard of it before, which he hasn't. As they get closer in line, he can start to smell and distinguish the different flavours from each other, but they're all unfamiliar. Except maybe... Yes. He knows that one.]

One of them smells like strawberries, I think.

[chronosynthesis]

[His shoulders slump. He could defend his decision, point out there's no idea how long he'll be blind and he can't sit around a house doing nothing indefinitely. That he has a sword for a guide and defense. But it is ultimately all flimsy excuses that barely even soothe his wounded pride.

Reluctantly, he holds his free hand out for Adelis.] I was... hoping to run a quick errand in town.

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya's expression twists, torn between the lingering embarrassment and humor.] Not even scuffed.

[He steps inside, giving the entrance a look around--idly curious about the kind of living situation Adelis has for himself now.]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya supposes those cat-like features are more than just a visual difference, even if his face is much more human than a Charr.

He fishes the gold coins from his pocket, counting them out.] Most likely, fresh fruit is a popular addition to ice cream. Will you be doing three different flavors as well?

[kuim]

[It's very tempting to do so, but...]

I think... just two. To start.

[He doesn't want to overdo it on new things, and it's good to practice restraint.]

One that has fruit, and one that doesn't.

[It's as good of an order as any, as he can't read the display menu and doesn't recognize most of the scents.]

[for8000amonth]

[ his lip quirks in amusement at that. hopefully whatever embarrassment lingers will be enough to deter him from similar outings in the future.

despite having yet to spend some rewards on the upkeep, it’s surprising clean and well-put together. someone is clearly a neat-freak around here. ]

I’ve little idea where my esteemed roommate is, but I doubt he’ll be around to bother. [ a few steps inside and he gestures towards the table, where two still-steaming mugs sit. it smells faintly herbal inside the house. ] Take a seat, then. We’ll get nowhere standing about.

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya doesn't know who Adelis' roommate is, but he can tell by that tone Adelis doesn't really care to detail it either.

He pauses briefly, eyes widening with surprise to see the mugs. Of course Adelis was expecting him--but he's touched to see he prepared to welcome him.

A stronger smile lifts his face as he follows the guidance to the table.] Of course.

[He slides into one of the seats and sets his bingo card flat on the table before drawing one of the mugs closer to breathe in its scent.] This smells wonderful.

[chronosynthesis]

Chocolate and strawberry, then? [It's easier to peek into the glass top of the cart as they get closer, eight circular tubs embedded inside that hold different flavors of ice cream, with different colors and chunks of treats mixed in.

Syrlya is just reading it off the menu though.]

[kuim]

[There's so much choice that Konoe is willing to start simple - something he's familiar with, the strawberries, and something Syrlya mentioned before, the chocolate.]

That sounds good.

[Chocolate smells good, at least. Surely, it will not cause problems for someone with a feline digestive system...]

[for8000amonth]

[ He has to resist the urge to raise his eyebrow in bewilderment at that expression- It's just a drink, after all, is it really that impressive? He'd rather not appear like a terrible host, is all, but Adelis quickly averts his eyes as he takes his own seat rather than address it. ]

It helps keep the mind alert.

[ The staple of a frugal workaholic. Everything in his cupboard is, after all, similarly medicinal or healthy. Tasty, yes, but strong.

He takes a steady sip of his own drink, before pulling out his own card and unfolding it in one swift moment, placing it right next to Syrlya's before he picks the other's up. ]

I see you've been about as busy as I.

[ Which is...not too much... ]

[pactmarshal]

A hot spring?

[ Trahearne tilts his head, looking back and forth between Syrlya and the map. ]

I can't say I was expecting that, but you're right--it does sound like the ideal change of scenery.

[ It'd be nice to forget about everything and everyone else for a few days.

He reaches for Syrlya's shoulder in an encouraging gesture. ]

Lead the way.

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya smiles, and once they're next in line he gestures for Konoe to go ahead and order first. He has an idea what he's looking for, but he's willing to let Konoe get started first while he pays. It's a new experience for him and all.]