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[b][color=16A75E]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=16A75E]Location:[/color][/b] Forest; Near Gaurav Village
[b][color=16A75E]Interactions:[/color][/b] Viola[@13org], Phia[@princess], Darius[@FunnyGuy], Dante[@Alivefalling], Menzai[@samreaper]
[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=F745AA] "...Sometimes it's a little nerve-wracking to let a stranger in for supper when you have a home full of your beloved family members."[/color]

It was strange to hear Phia refer to the wolfmen not only as her people but as her family. Stranger to hear Viola and himself be placed in the role of strangers rather than family. Cyrus’s face maintained a stoic expression, despite Phia’s simple words dealing a more damaging wound than the Roc. 

He could hold no ill will towards the canine villagers, they had taken in his youngest sister and kept her safe, made her feel like a part of their family. He could hold no grudge against Phia for lost memories. He knew what it was to slowly loose the hope of seeing family again, to feel doubt slinking in, grapping hold of unanswered questions and filling the void with the worst possible outcomes. He did not wish that suffering for Phia, he tried to focus on being grateful that Phia had not spent her time feeling lonely or abandoned. 

He thought over Phia’s words until they led him to something he could smile at, and then nodded his understanding. But his smile faded as they continued walking, and he wondered if telling Phia anything would only be cruel and selfish. Was there too much loss in the truth, if Phia’s mind was protecting her from the past who were they to override that? Without those past memories was Phia even still Ophelia or now simply someone new, someone whose family was a village of wolf-demihumans, who was happy and didn’t want strangers for family? Or was this doubt filling in the unknown. A weight far heavier than Dante’s tired frame bore down. 

The greeting from the village was a sea of mistrusting stares. Eyes that followed as if they were a band of dark elf soldiers rather than friendly travelers. He wondered if they somehow knew, on instinct, that both Viola and he carried information that could hurt Phia. He noticed how fully integrated Phia was here, how she smiled at those she referred to as her people. Maybe this really was the best place for her. Maybe she already had more than enough family. 

The restaurant Phia brought them too, once Dante had been cared for, was simplistic and held much of the comfort of the forest inside its walls. Cyrus took a seat shortly after Phia. [color=16A75E]“A hot meal, good company, and a lovely ambiance, what more could travelers ask for?”[/color] But as the words left him, he remembered countless family meals with not just two of his sisters present, but the rest of his family too, alive and together. Phia had lost those memories too, but were they still good memories when they came with the pain of knowing that times like those would never happen again?[/color]