Ch10: The Light of Truth [Ralsen & Friends]
New
- Pronoun
- they/them
It had been four days since the crisis at the Shining Congress. Ralsen and Vesta had made their way north in that time, by air when the weather permitted, and by train when it didn't. The last stretch of the journey was beyond the reach of the train lines, over the dense wood and jagged cliffs of Revenia. Ralsen would have preferred flying Kaida for the last stretch, but with Vesta's Pokeball having been shattered, there wasn't much choice. She'd have to brave the rain either way.
The onset of spring in the southern regions had brought temperate skies, but Reven Hollow was still just as cold and dreary as ever, the winter snow having been exchanged for dense fog, clouded skies, and a near-perpetual drizzle. Now, the two of them sat in the same tavern where Ralsen and the Wayfarers had met Lord Seir months ago.
Ralsen leaned back in his seat, grateful for the warmth of the tavern's fireplace while Vesta helped herself to the stew he'd ordered. Now it was just a matter of when the Wayfarers would arrive...
The onset of spring in the southern regions had brought temperate skies, but Reven Hollow was still just as cold and dreary as ever, the winter snow having been exchanged for dense fog, clouded skies, and a near-perpetual drizzle. Now, the two of them sat in the same tavern where Ralsen and the Wayfarers had met Lord Seir months ago.
Ralsen leaned back in his seat, grateful for the warmth of the tavern's fireplace while Vesta helped herself to the stew he'd ordered. Now it was just a matter of when the Wayfarers would arrive...