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[b][color=16A75E]Time:[/color][/b] Evening
[b][color=16A75E]Location:[/color][/b] Gaurav Village
[b][color=16A75E]Interactions:[/color][/b] Phia[@princess]
[b][color=16A75E]Equipment:[/color][/b] A pack with some supplies, seeds (in his pockets), a small knife, a [url=https://i.imgur.com/g2Sg5vN.jpg]mask[/url] that hangs from his belt, a weapon with a shifting charm that is either a [url=https://i.imgur.com/4Xs4QCG.jpg]sickle[/url] or a [url=https://i.imgur.com/gyIiCzI.jpg]glaive[/url], and a [url=https://i.imgur.com/TNEke0P.jpg]shield/drum[/url] with an unbreakable charm.
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For a moment the possibility dangled in front of him; Viola, Phia, and he all returning to the same frozen dessert stand they’d frequented as children. New memories built in nostalgic places. Except that stand had been burnt to the ground and it’s owner taken away in chains. Such destruction had befallen every know member of Millinia’s Militia, not just his eldest brother Florian. As that possibility burned away, he thought of all the reasons why he could never go home again and how it would never be [i]his home[/i] the way it once was. 

Then all anger and hatred that he tried to rid himself of sprouted forth, it grew beneath a glow of a white hot rage. Sprouting first in the gut as that twisted feeling grew and constriced around his heart, slowly stealing the light from his spirit. A wave of nausea at having let it take root so easily cut it back down. A stump that festered but never died away. This was not the place for it, this was a family table. 

He then noticed the squished piece of fruit he’d grasped too tightly in that moment. He smeared it’s remnants across a piece of bread as if he meant to do such a thing all along. 

[color=16A75E]“The place I went to, it is gone now, but they sell Riverfruit Shushs just about anywhere you can find Riverfruits, and the world has many rivers. We could travel someplace to find one.”[/color] Cyrus paused, he pulled a small knife from his pocket and used it to carefully carve a piece of Riverfruit away until he found a seed. He placed the seed on the table between him and Phia and smiled. 

[color=16A75E]“Or, we can find a nice river nearby, grow a Riverfruit Tree, and then I can teach you how to make Riverfruit Slushs. You could have them anytime you’d like, even enough to share with the whole village here.”[/color] He offered. This was the better option; any major city or port would hold the dangers of dark elf presence, the potential to be recognized, and it was better that officially, Cypress Millinia stayed dead and Cyrus remained unnoted and unimportant. [/color]