Furost gazes over the city with an air of calm that he had come to quite enjoy. He finishes the food he'd purchased and savors the mixture of sweet and tartness of the meat and sweetener. He sits on the ledge for well over an hour, when a chiming noise bleats from his bag. Furost didn't need to take it out to know what it meant. Standing up and stretching broadly, Furost cracks his neck a few times and leaps down from the tower after securing his bag strap over his shoulder.

    Furost flies over the cityscape, taking note of the market still bustling with activity, and heads back to his employer's shop. Like the vast majority of structures, the outer walls were composed of marble and mortar. However, it had taken Furost some time to get used to the very old, creaky wooden door that was situated as the shop's entrance. He often felt like he could accidentally break it every time he turned the copper knob and pushed against the surface. Furost hears the overhead bell jingle, and a light shuffling of feet.

    Within the shop, the walls were starkly different - wooden walls, lined with red wood shelves, circular glass displays, and many hand sized baubles and sculptures. Several Elphen browse the shop's wares as Furost passes, and offer polite greetings. Furost smiles and returns the greetings, making his way through to where he knew the shop owner's office was located.

    When he had first arrived, Furost caught many stares; not only in that he was an alien, but because he was so much shorter than the Elphen. He knocked on the door, and waited. After a few moments, Furost knocks again... but still, no one came to open the door. Instead, a voice calls out to him from behind the clerk counter.

    "Oya, Furost! Granna Sylph isn't here." the voice rolled the 'R' in Furost's name so aggressively that it could only belong to Nynya, Sylph's granddaughter. The Frost Clansman turns, looking at Nynya. She has striking blue eyes, but her hair was kept in a short bob-cut and dyed a fiery orange. Apparently, she had been born with a hair color closer to teal, but Nynya likely wanted her eyes to be more visible. At least, that's what Furost thought of the matter. It had also taken Furost a bit to understand that Granna was just her way of saying grandmother. "What do you need?"

    Furost turns away from the office door and walks over to Nynya, slipping the bag off his shoulder.

    "I completed the delivery, I just wanted to hand over the customer's payment." Furost informs the Elphen girl. He takes out the currency, small plates of metal dyed in various shades of blue, counts them, and places them on the counter. Nynya also takes a slip of paper Furost provides, and looks it over. She shrugs and rings up the purchase officially, the register emitting a loud dinging noise as she sets the slip and currency within. "Also, I was wanting to see if any other deliveries were needed."

    Nynya blinks, and looks at the ceiling thoughtfully.

    "Nay, I've'n't heard anything from Granna about it. Pretty sure the marble slab was the only one today, really." Nynya replies after a few moments. She looks at Furost with a raised brow, and then seems to remember something. "Ah! That reminds me..."

    Nynya opens the register again, and counts out a number of the metal platelettes, and hands them to Furost.

    "Granna told me to remember to give you your week's pay if she weren't here." Nynya tells Furost. Furost offers a polite bow, and accepts the payment. "If'n you're not busy elsewhile, I could use some help around the shop. If'n you don't mind, that is."

    "Not at all. What do you need me to do?" Furost inquires.

    "Well, Granna's been putting it off, but the wind vane up top has been leanin' for a while. I'm worried it'll topple down soon." Nynya explains. "If'n you could, I have some tools to repair it. Don't want anyone gettin' hurt if it did fall."

    Furost was going to point out that wasn't technically in the shop, but Nynya would probably argue that she said around the shop, not in. Instead, Furost nods.

    "I can do that. I'm not much of a repairman though." he replies evenly.

    "Nay, it'll be fine. All you need to do is take out the bolts from the base of the vane, and replace them. But check for cracks in the vane itself, just in case." Nynya tells him, smiling. She makes sure to close the register, and motions for Furost to follow her to the rear of the shop, where she collected and handed over several tools and a small, but heavy, bag of bolts.

    Furost heads outside, and flies up to the top of the shop's roof. Indeed, the weather vane was teetering - and it was not a small ornament. It could easily weigh enough to seriously harm anyone it happened to fall upon. Furost sets the tools on a flat surface, and selects the necessary one to remove the bolts. They were badly weathered, and rusted in some spots. Furost only needs a few minutes to remove them, and another few to replace them. He pulls and pushes at the vane, checking the stability. Satisfied, Furost moves to collect the tools when he hears a loud shriek.

    Blinking at the sudden rush of commotion, Furost looks around. He spots a woman frantically reaching over a wall that had a drop over the edge easily over fifty feet to the ground below. Furost follows the woman's hands, and sees a child dangling off what appeared to be a flagpole. The child's shirt was snagged on the edge of the pole, which clearly saved their life.

    In the span of an instant, Furost's trained instincts kick in, his days serving in the Search and Rescue Corps. rushing in to fuel his muscle memory. Nynya, who had been watching Furost work, also looked, and emitted a startled bleat; but Furost was already moving. He leaps from rooftop to rooftop, his eyes never leaving the child dangling above a doomed fall. The flagpole suddenly snaps, and Furost's eyes widen - he exerts his Ki, letting it burn around him with a blurry red, and flies at the falling child.

    Thankfully, the child falls into his outstretched arms. At first, the child wails and suddenly wraps its arms around Furost's neck. Patting the child's back, Furost lets out a relieved sigh, and floats up to the frantic mother. After several embarrassing minutes of thanks by the parents, Furost blushingly flies back to the shop, remembering to retrieve the tools he'd left on the roof before heading to the street below. After more embarrassing praise, Furost decides to leave the shop. It was embarrassing to know that news of the incident would spread quickly, and he simply did NOT have the luxury of anonymity. Rubbing the back of his head, Furost heads up the street, pondering what he should do next.

    "Er, yes I suppose you could think of it that way." Furost replies, somewhat amused. When the girl decides to giveve him a nickname, Furost grins. He watches the girl hop around him, and listens to her self introduction. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet yo-yaah?!"

    Sylvia had grabbed a hold of Furost's tail, surprising him. But she didn't seem to have any ill will, just a child-like interest in it. His tail wriggles in Sylvia's hands, though there was no real intent behind it.

    "My tail?" Furost repeats back at her. "I suppose it's strong enough to lift a few hundred pounds of weight. It is fairly prehensile, so I often use it for holding things, other than just my balance."

    Furost tilts his head at Sylvia.

    "So you come from Twyllyg, what brings you all the way to Ura, if I may ask?" Furost inquires.

Photina's first stop on her personal journey was Ura. The Light Elfen was far from being able to enact any part of her ambitious dream, but she had longed to see the city again, so this was more of a visit for personal reasons. Some of the Nammu Tribe still recognized her; it was hard to forget someone that literally glows as bright as she did. Though it soon became apparent that she wasn't the only thing here that stuck out like a sore thumb; as she happened across the area that Furost and Sylvia were currently at.

Sylvia looked like a slightly tall Fae, not that she had ever met any of them to be able to compare such a thing. But it fit the usual stories she had received about them. But the more eye-catching of the pair was the Frost Clansmen. A genuine alien to the world of Hegemon. It didn't look like he intended any harm either, although the Fae that he met might be a little much to take in...

She had watched their conversation for a bit before Photina decides to approach properly. Unwittingly marching straight to a person that had a child-like curiosity. She was probably going to be the next target of Sylvia's intrigue at this rate.

"If I heard you right, you said you're a Frost Clansmen?"

She asks, a little curious.

"So you have tribes on your world as well?"

Photina then queries, hoping to learn a bit more about Furost. It was true that she had skipped an introductory step. But it wasn't every day that you met someone from another world, either! Hegemon was a little quiet in that regard...

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Sylvia Furost

Sylvia looked at Furost with confusion. "Then is the only reason you're still here to admire the city? Why don't you take a ship you come across? I've been told about the concept of buying things, but it seems like such a pointless and time-consuming process. Are you really weak Frosty?"

She didn't seem to be condescending when asking that question. She was also talking about stealing a ship out in the open where anyone could hear her like it was a normal thing for people to do. She seemed to tune Furost out when he started talking to a newcomer. Who immediately got Sylvia's attention. She looked at the girl's hair with awe. She walked over to the girl slowly, looking up at the unique hair she possessed.

"Woooow! Your hair is so shiny!"

Sylvia hopped up in the air and swatted at the hair, feeling it for herself before she landed back on the ground. Her height had forced her to touch the hair like that.

    Furost smiles as Photina introduces herself, and offers a courteous bow of his head. But almost immediately, Sylvia loses interest in him and gawks at Photina, prompting Furost to chuckle at the child-like display. After Photina explains how her hair's sheen matches closely with the power she wields, Furost grins and chides Syliva.

    "I'll have you know that I am not particularly weak." he explains patiently. "I'm not sure how things are handled on this world, or at least handled where you hail from, but business transactions are very common. It is a polite and courteous thing to do, paying one's debts."

    The Frost Clansman turns to Photina.

    "If possible, I would like to learn more about your people." Furost says politely, offering a smile. "I understand that certain elements are dictated by different kinds of Elfen; but as light is not an element, I am curious of how your people's power works."

    Furost holds up a hand, and a ball of shining Ki blips into existence.

    "My people use energy, or Ki, depending on what culture is discussing it." Furost explains, holding the ball out for Photina and Sylvia to observe. "Ki can be used for a great many things; but historically it has been used as a weapon of war. I have learned to manipulate my Ki for not only defense, but to strengthen my muscles and even heal the wounds of others."

    The ball disappears and Furost lets his hand fall back to his side.

    "I am actually quite proud of my ability to use my Ki to heal others." he continues, sounding very proud indeed. "My career in Search and Rescue has been very rewarding, though I now find myself going through a bit of soul searching."

    Furost blinks, seeming to realize something.

    "Oh! I'm sorry! I seem to have been rambling!" he bows his head apologetically. "I seem to gotten ahead of myself!"

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Sylvia  Photina

Photina wondered how best to explain the concept of paying something to Sylvia. Perhaps it was just a matter of teaching her the basics. "Well, think of it like this.", she begins her explanation as she turns her attention to the strange Fae-like girl.

"If someone was strong enough, they could take anything that belongs to you, right? But you wouldn't want them to do that.", she was trying to choose the words carefully, so as to not give Sylvia the wrong impression, but impart the right lesson. "But, if someone were to give you something of equal value to you -- like money that you can use to buy things, you might be more inclined to give them what they want."

Photina then smiles lightly, thinking that might work. "It's a rule that protects the weak and the strong alike. Learning how currency works can get you all kinds of things without even having to fight a single person!"

After having given her lesson, she would then turn her attention to Furost, who asks about the Elfen and how their powers work -- particularly the Light Elfen. "Ah, I suppose you might be right in that it's not really a traditional element... But to summarize, the Light Elfen are responsible for bringing light to the world. Without light, Hegemon would be a truly miserable sight."

She considers how to best explain from this point onwards. "That's not to downplay the importance of the other elements, of course. The Nammu Tribe is responsible for managing the oceans and seas of the world. Every element plays a critical role. But the Light Elfen are the fewest in number. If there is one good thing that came about of that, however. It's that we all learned to respect each element."

After that, Furost showcases his ability to use Ki. Which prompts Photina to more or less do the same thing, generating a sphere of pure light above the palm of her hand. One of her Techniques, but she didn't pour as much energy into it as she normally would have in order to use it as an attack. "I draw upon the light around me, and I can channel it into a variety of energies. Some to attack, others to heal, or defend."

Sylvia chimed in as well, and it seems like they all had rather similar powers. That wasn't too surprising, even among the Elfen, each of the elements could be channeled in those very same ways. So why not for other types of powers as well? "Well, it seems like you've cut out a nice life for yourself in Ura. Though I understand what you mean about wanting to find purpose..."

Photina brings a hand to her own chin as she begins to ponder all of this. Sylvia then asks if the Water Elfen are weak. "Well, it depends on the one you're talking about! Their warriors are fierce protectors, and their strength is rather high! But there's plenty of people that don't want to fight either."

As Sylvia kept jumping to try and swat at the hair... Photina can't help but giggle a little, and then crouch down so that she can reach it a little easier. How could anyone be scared of this girl? She was like a child.

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Furost Sylvia