Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170822180053

'''Me? It doesn't matter who I am. But for now, call me 'messenger'.'''

While his face was shrouded, Jeiel could feel the man's gaze briefly touched upon him. Just as that happens, two figures appear further ahead. They look similar, dancing and laughing in the snow.

With time passing in seconds, they get closer, engaged in a snowball fight. One happened to be a woman with unusual long hair covering one of her eyes. She throws a snowball at the man's face...

...face melting the snow in an instant, starkly identical to Jeiel. His features, appareance, clothings, everything matched. He was giggling while the woman pointed at him with her perfect shot, unfazed bvy the temperature of the land.

'''A younger Jeiel, years before you became what you are, playing and frollicking in the snow with one of the mane women you'll meet. Who was she? Up to you to search your memories to bind her to an identity. Perhaps was she a plain common girl? A daugther of a merchant or a noble. Maybe even a princess. Whoever she was, she seemed very affiliated with you. Perhaps...more than you once thought. Have you failed to decipher her underlining feelings? Were you different back then?'''

The messenger laughs a bit, standing up while taking two steps forward. He watches the two youngsters still engaged in their mock battle. The sky flickers between light and dark, for a mere moment. But...

...there he was, between the two, as time froze like the snow, holding younger Jeiel by the chin, pointed at the current one. Younger Jeiel's eyes were wide open, a face...different of what he usually sports. Both frozen Jeiel and the messenger stared at current Jeiel.

Or, were you always so...indifferent...

...indifferent...

...indifferent...

...indifferent.