Delusional Emotional Fret

"So, would you name the price of your will, Iecie Sigurros Turetajs?"

A single query with a quite erratic answer - that if the existing one did indeed played a salient role over this hypothetical inquiry yet the response seemingly a rhetorical one... the one that managed to comprise its metaphysical reasoning into the persevering mind of the silver-haired interlocutor to comprehend anything offered and provided in there, which notably awkward to be grasped with words, for there were none letters nor language capable of.

Therefore the salient silence, the belated reverie... when the hazel hue of her irises alongside with those dilated pupils, seemingly coalesced into the shallow hazel shade of dusk, signaling the fading glare that bounded to be happened in a short while. The crystal-clear ceiling became its prompting issue, as an usual memory aid for sensing the time ticking away.

The last effort to illumine the round table was performed by that crystal-clear shelter, glittering its white by utilizing the remnants light particle of crimson. Receiving the very same gentle care those who were sitting too, around its scope of mellow color and the pleasant temperature inversion, heightening largely that portion of a decipherable notion on a paler expression that was hidden quite an inclination to hold her confession while asking back the very same question for herself, as her hazel tones were gaping at a definite motion wearing that silver rigid attire... seemingly waiting for her lips movement he was, yet even after many seconds passed, the response seemed needed a time prolonged. Fortunately however, the patience he had many.

"It has no price..."

A tenuous timbre... a subtle intonation yet with a quite fine emphasize. Waiting for an uncertain logical reasoning when in reality there wasn't really such a compelling answer in the first place, only much more simpler as the crimson thread was tangled no more. So was her countenance, evincing the convinced feeling that induced the determination within her hazel glares... shall provide the gathering Ancient Heroes with such an unspectacular return, yet mainly dedicated for someone providing the question - swathed inside the rigid silver armor he was that someone.

"My will has no price, that is the name of my will. It is simply inexistent in others perceptions." carried on with her trivially impactful words, too pedantic to hold great appeal, yet was bereft of hesitation... seemingly more than capable of conveying her expression with that of so much guileless.

"I see..." a slightly-nodded gesture, leading that heavy smoothly muffled voice response from beneath the rigid silver helmet. Through the narrow slits he perceived the lucid flow of change on a pale mask of genuity, "Then, what is your final decision?"

Devoid of a second ticking, seemingly without so much burden this moment. With friends like these, at least there was an emotional bond she could lean on... capable of sparking the heat of courage to take a step forward toward the enigma path, "The study must continue for the cause of mankind, for I grasp the great benefit in it and I have faith in my estimation... and in my family... my new family." a lighthearted remark in the end was presenting itself along with that relieved smile covering that of comforted expression.

Believing in her intuition, enough valuing the unsought sight of a delight above the decision she wrought, because it was such a contemplated one. One of which she could imagine capable of exposing a hidden, slightly meek smile beneath that tough layer of silver plate... at where her hazel tones of contentment staring while waiting for the response, ingenuous as it could be, regardless it might be.

"Well," a subtle chortle following a gentle sigh. Been a while since the tense on his silvery back was loosen a bit, enabling that silver figure to lean on the back of his seat, "This is all indeed just a bit of a hiccup, eh? Twisting my own mind while in reality, the problem was sourced from it."

"And so, it's a finale then... that it becomes my absolute win, right, Neve?"

The absurdity simply startled yet that silverhead girl once more... moreover upon listening about whose win and thus there would probably be whose lose between those two person, perplexing the situation even more - mainly for that Half-elf girl who was exactly a week became a part of this quite beguiling family to say the least, where she could at least, staring wordless at that greenhead girl whose slender neck was tilted to the opposite side warranting her sleepy pair of lime-green eyes to catch a sight that of silver figure along with a win declaration for herself.

"Erceuse...!" it seemed that the bulky man sitting across the round table, who took a serious retort on the way that greenhead, lethargic petite uttering her absurd proclamation abruptly, "Can you at least read the situation before spitting out your senseless remarks."

The transition she was unaware of, seemingly the progression had reached or in this case had returned to its harmonious passage. Hyperbolically contradicted this hive of the five was, as the literal definition of chaos and peace was overlapping one another - in here specifically. It was a seemingly chaotic moment when the nuance went quiet for a period of time, but when the fuss filled up those gaps of quietude... that possibly was... could be determined as a peaceful moment such as now. At least, that what she had come to a conclusion after no more than a week of viewing the here and now within the hive of the five heroes - if she granted herself as one. The latest contemporary comprehension for her to review it as a note inside her little note.

"What a rowdy kin we are. Seemingly becomes the everyday schedule in this point." the outsider of the fuss, the third party observer just like herself, who stood beside her, that slender blonde man was... capable of only gazing widely with his narrow eyes to the passing commotion, "Could you agree, Icy?"

"C-could not agree more, actually." only capable of providing her awkward reply, that Half-elf was, when out of the blue being quizzed of such a compelling locus as she compelled to simply nodded, watching till what point this little commotion may led them into.

"Heee... why's that? Precisely because I read the situation... enabling myself to announce my absolute win," a protesting of monotonous meek, only sharpening that of languorous reaction typically possessed by that greenhead petite to adorn a complacent smile of hers while her pair of drowsy lime-green eyes staring at the bulky man who neglected her triumph declaration, "See... Icy eventually comes to a realize... that something in one's palm, won't be enough to just grasp." altered the sight of her lime-green eyes she was then, staring at that one still-baffled figure searching at least for one clue to appreciate a brief fuss that was seemingly about to cease as a familiar, heavy and muffled voice began to step in, mediating this talkative conversation that would surely advance soon enough and beyond.

"In any case, the small holes already have been mended and hardship shall come back no more as one hiccup has been gone through well as a result."

The welcomed repercussion, no more than capable of manifesting the contentment, virtually impossible to imagine its view but from his cadence alone that was still exhibited comfort which beyond his command. Despite the emphasis was onto that hefty silvery plate that seemingly became the only main culprit of always hiding the mysterious facial structure beneath it... his accentuation however, one thing another beyond his command as well.

"Your sincere benevolence, openly welcoming our cause... our family's favor to at least, lighten the burden of your shoulders. I am glad with your honest answer, Iecie... really..."

A straight stare through a narrow slit of silver layer, eventually dispatching his concealed sentiment and made it concealed no more for she who stood humbly before himself, yet it was more an ethics of admiring someone she regarded as an honorable individual, and as a man whom she took an interest... in a more personal level.

"It is my joy, Lo--- Kharys... I thank you for your selflessness, guiding the like of my selfishness, as I truly cherish the everlasting guidance of yours... all of yours."

The swaying of long silver hue was came into everyone's view once more time, went along well with the notion of looking-down gesture... the familiarity that brought up a feeling of déjà vu where enabling the pale facial of that Half-elf girl to stare at her own obscure reflection and faded shadow that were still projected on the same floor, for the orange shine above as well... leisurely faded into a deep hue of twilight. Entirely different atmosphere, so was the sole reason of now gesture. Her merry delivery, delivering such a contrary vocabulary compared to previously undervalued of herself - the effort she had struggled for... as the moment of contentment had already heightened to such a degree that no more the desperate tone coming out from her rosy lips.

"Ah, she's doing it again... looking down at her own shadow." a resting greenhead, once again took a notice of every slightest gesture that Half-elf performed, just like any other, yet unlike any other, she was the one that seemingly cared to voice her lethargic remarks, "Now I'm perfectly sure that you indeed pursue such hobbies... no doubt about it."

"A-ah... I-it is not really my hobbies, Erceuse." hesitantly, struggling to build such a normative clarification for her distinctive ethics, mainly to satisfy the eccentric within that greenhead's inquiry.

"I don't see the issue really. Having such hobbies," unexpectedly, the bulky man seemed compelled to become a part of this small talk, "So long she keeps that twinkle smile... looking down at your own shadow never really a bad terms, that means you'll know what path you are walking on."

Widened that pair of sleepy eyes in a slightest way, because of his surprising wording... unambiguously was interrelated with the similar clause to be unclosed by the owner of the said pair of sleepy eyes, as her lime-green had been fixed gazing at him, "What a rare occasion, we both voiced the same mind."

"Is that so? Well, perhaps it really is, at this moment." followed by a brief chortle upon responding her, that bulky man was then... smiling a leisure one, cherishing well the abundance of relief. Because the small holes had indeed been mended, leaving only the big ones that about to bring up the salient substance onto the table of today's twilight discussion between the five heroes. He noticed the repercussion afterward, therefore his deep black eyes turned its attention - with a flick, without a second thought - toward the silvery figure who was apparently had fallen silence for the second time, "And with this, I think we have successfully managed to resolve the matter, right, Kharys? Guess we should go deeper into the another one."

"We are referring to that commission, right?" the silverhead Half-elf added to his remarks, making sure that she was on the same wavelength as her others colleagues, "The classified-class request which was bestowed upon us from Your Majesty King Horik himself - the confidential task to hunt down the devil."

"Exactly, Icy. We're indeed about to discuss the matter, regarding that one intriguing devil." responding that who stood beside her, turned his emerald stare toward her, "But firstly, why don't you take a seat first? You're one of us, therefore you already have your own seat at this white round table, and any of your opinion... shall be considered the most."

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Meadow of the green, turned into a deep hue of orange as it was yielding to the way of nature conserving the hive of the five beauties bestowed upon furnishing those fragile life of frail creatures... over and above the vulnerable shape, shaping the like into a small and separated community focusing on the shared dream and hope addressed to the bright star of the noon that was about to rest behind the everlasting, interdependent white fences on the distant horizon yet the sentiment felt so close.

The hidden jade of the rural neighborhood, many recounted it as Jaderural... a vast plain of green, full of dewy-eyed scenes.

The peaceful aether of cloudless orange sky as the star of the dusk about to be seen not long after,

The subtle caress of a warm breeze, balancing the thermal conductivity of this silent environs,

The picturesque sounds of the rustling leaves, falling along with the blowing gentle breeze... driving one's ear into a sense of gratifying the moment of now as every second counted,

The pleasing scent of the dancing grass and the moist soil, deserving a worthwhile time to relish the here and now... settling the troubled mind and state, as the amalgam of the five sense-pleasing instruments, pleasing the the five senses possessed by a living being as a whole purpose of living.

And the quinary beauties, the last on the list, should be savored through the garden-fresh of clear water. Flowing from the melting upstream - boundary of everlasting white - cascading across the green surface of serenity and fetched up the creation of this clear river with its calming flow - soothing one's exhausted body and mind alike. So calming and soothing indeed that the surface was capable of reflecting the cloudless skies where the deep hue of dusk painted all across its typical blue shade. Spreading evenly, as well as this restful resting place where anyone seemingly giving birth to an ability to relieve one's agony and aching distress, and some unfortunate memories when every earnest endeavors resulting nothing but the fated ones. Hence the ripples on the surface, slowly took its shape... one by one water particles vibrated up and down, propagating horizontally and successively became larger and quite immense - too immense for the orange skies reflection on the water surface to survive and preserve its shade.

One outline of a person leisurely began to arise from the chaotic ripples, seemingly to have been submerged under its fresh liquid of lucidity. From the middle of the river, the petite figure who seemed to possess one horn growing on her left temple... sitting restful while drowning half of her body with the absence of any single thread covering her pale shape... bare of clothes nor fabrics. The dripping water from her white wet hair, trickling from the tips of its slightly crimson hair, partially covering her bare back and chest alike, as her pair of lemon-yellow eyes were deeply gazed at the distant everlasting white fences - Eterna Nieve Mountains,

Simply recalling the remedy of such a tragedy happened on the summit of its perpetual white mount, seemingly there was more there than meets one ordinary eyes for the time being...