[b]+ Old Woman - @Partisan+[/b]

An old woman stepped out of the door, walking stick and small pack in hand.

"Mom, you can't go," another woman yelled, following behind her, tugging on her robes, "You are too old to be doing things like this."

"You may not believe in some of the powers of this world," she snapped back, knocking her middle aged daughter's hand off of her clothes, "But I do. I am going to the Peak of the Gods to commune with the Four. If last night wasn't perfectly clear, our world needs their influence yet again. I may be an old woman, but maybe my plea will be heard by them and they will save us from whatever is coming."

The daughter sighed, turning back in and closing the door with anger. Two small children, one boy, one girl, looked out the window at the old woman with sadness. The girl mouthed the words 'Grandma don't go', but was completely muffled by the glass, leaving only the movement and her tears to express her feelings. The old woman smiled back, making a heart symbol to her as she began to head towards the eastern edge of Toran, towards the mountains between the desert and them. She was not alone in this journey and conversations like this could be found scattered about Toran itself.

The Peak of the Gods was a fabled place, said to draw the Four down to those with the purest of wishes. But, none of the Four had been seen in centuries. Some had said they had left this world to fend for itself, others rumored that they had been captured by trainers wishing to unleash their power to control all of Atren. However, the events of Toran were precisely the kind of thing that drew the devout to the peak in order to pray, whether or not it had any actual affect. It was an old story, so many of those travelling there were well into their later years of life. In the past, travelling to the peak at that age would be a death sentence, but advances with Natrelmon, magic, and science had made it much safer.

"Please let me make it," the old woman whispered her eyes closed as she prayed, "For my grandchildren."

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Despite Atami's attempt to fight some privacy to punch things in the forest East of Toran, the constant passing of people leaving the city heading to the peak would be rather disruptive. While most would pass through his area with little more than a nod to him, Atami was not destined to be 'ignored' for long. 'Grandma', clearly at the top end of the large population of elderly heading to the mountains, was getting tired. When she rounded a tree in Atami's area, she began to fall into him, having been surprised as she turned the corner to find the young man there.