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[b][color=16A75E]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=16A75E]Location:[/color][/b] Forest; Near Guava Village
[b][color=16A75E]Interactions:[/color][/b] Viola[@13org], 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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[color=7809A4]"Waiting for a rescue that never came."[/color] 

Cyrus said nothing, the movement of vines went unnoticed as his head hung lower as if to study the blades of grass near his feet. The quiet voice in the back of his head whispered; reminding him that he had done nothing to help his sister. What good was there in helping others if he was the sort of man that had neglected those closest to him? 

The sound of beating wings echoed through the forest as something moved towards them. One hand gripped the shield and the other rested against the mask hanging his belt. The other sounds of the forest carried on unbothered, there was no change in the chirps of nearby birds, nothing quieted or shifted in a way that warned of danger, and the air remained calm. So Cyrus relaxed again as well; if the forest did not consider what neared a threat, then neither did he. 

[color=16A75E]“You are right, that home is gone from that place.”[/color] Cyrus spoke but just as he could not think of his unaccounted-for siblings as truly gone until he found proof, home would always linger as a place that might still exist until he saw it once more. Today was just not the day for it. [color=16A75E]“But home was more than just a place, and you are part of what made that place home so, for me, it is not entirely gone.”[/color] He offered his own perspective as his eyes traveled towards the nearing sound of wings. 

It was a fairy who landed before them, twirling a staff and speaking with authority. [color=F745AA]"Halt!”[/color] The familiar fairy ordered, and Cyrus instinctively smiled the way an older sibling would when being given an order by a younger one. 

[color=16A75E][i]Ophelia?[/i][/color] Cyrus blinked as if he was seeing something that wasn’t really there and was trying to erase the mirage. But the fairy remained. 
 
[color=F745AA]"Hello! ...You are trespassing in dangerous territory. If you continue south, you'll find yourselves in the midst of a hostile village. [i]And trust me,[/i] you don't want to mess with them. [i]You must state your business[/i]."[/color]  

Ophelia, as bold and goofy as she’d ever been, slammed her staff into the ground. [color=F745AA]"Now!"[/color]

[color=16A75E]“You are not happy to see us?”[/color] Cyrus half stated, half asked as he tried to understand the not-entirely friendly greeting. He moved closer, there was no recognition in her eyes, Ophelia looked at them as if they were strangers. [color=16A75E][i]Or you have forgotten us?[/i][/color] He wondered. Even Viola, with all she’d been through, had recognized him and Ophelia had not been so much younger that forgetting would’ve been easy. So what had this sister been through? [color=16A75E]“We search for lost family.”[/color] Cyrus offered a vague and cautious answer until he could better understand what was going on with Ophelia. 

[color=16A75E]“And we are not trespassing, the forest belongs to everyone.”[/color] He added and extended a hand towards Ophelia. [color=16A75E]“Cyrus.”[/color] He introduced himself, searching for any hint of recognition from his younger sister.[/color]