[ Ryslig isn't the only place that exists within Angelica's happy mind. There is also a seaside town named Fuyuki, where Julian Ainsworth lives untroubled by painful things like the specter of his ancestor or the end of the world.
It's summer in Ryslig, which means the chill of winter has just set into Fuyuki's air. Despite the peaceful life she has dreamed up for her once-brother, the stillness to the scenery runs deep enough to be eerie still—but that is only natural, given the massive crater that ravages the center of what had once been a residential district. Kilometers wide, this part of Fuyuki is now all but abandoned—except for Julian, the Ainsworth castle still concealed by magic within that same crater's heart.
Even an Archmage would have trouble breaching the bounded field of his abode—and in no small part thanks to its strange subtleness, uninvited guests walking through empty air simply to find themselves warped to the invisible barrier's other side.
Of course, Angelica knows Eridanus to be both scholarly and prideful. Maybe that is what has led him to his curiosity over what would otherwise appear to be a vexingly blank space? ]
The bounded field won't let any intruders through. [ She lowers herself from the crater's edge on white wings, Angelica looking every bit the demon Eridanus knows her as. (Eridanus, of course, looks quite different—but, somehow, she doesn't struggle to recognize him, or wonder why that is.) She has, after all, been watching over Julian—even if he has never noticed her, and she has never revealed herself to him. ] It's best to let it be.
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It's summer in Ryslig, which means the chill of winter has just set into Fuyuki's air. Despite the peaceful life she has dreamed up for her once-brother, the stillness to the scenery runs deep enough to be eerie still—but that is only natural, given the massive crater that ravages the center of what had once been a residential district. Kilometers wide, this part of Fuyuki is now all but abandoned—except for Julian, the Ainsworth castle still concealed by magic within that same crater's heart.
Even an Archmage would have trouble breaching the bounded field of his abode—and in no small part thanks to its strange subtleness, uninvited guests walking through empty air simply to find themselves warped to the invisible barrier's other side.
Of course, Angelica knows Eridanus to be both scholarly and prideful. Maybe that is what has led him to his curiosity over what would otherwise appear to be a vexingly blank space? ]
The bounded field won't let any intruders through. [ She lowers herself from the crater's edge on white wings, Angelica looking every bit the demon Eridanus knows her as. (Eridanus, of course, looks quite different—but, somehow, she doesn't struggle to recognize him, or wonder why that is.) She has, after all, been watching over Julian—even if he has never noticed her, and she has never revealed herself to him. ] It's best to let it be.