It was yet another simple day in Brisshal. The weather was actually clear, which allowed Ilya to bless Uene's name. There were a few clouds dotting the sky as the sun shone bright around the grassy hills. The crisp and clean sound of crickets chirping lulled Ilya into a soft slumber. Her own body had been laying among to cool soft grass. She had picked this spot many times in a row. Quite often was it where she had come into contact with players of all kinds. New people, older people, yet not one of them had been a Felis like herself. Quite a disappointment if Ilya were to think more about it. She would have thought that by now with her amount of playtime that she would have met another Felis. Her own meetings had lead her to seek the council of Zelrius, the Ale King himself. The man whom had lead her to victory through the corn maze at the Dark Harvest Festival. The man whom in himself had murdered the Princess. Leaving a paved path for Astor to be crowned King of Astorea. The very man who was either called a hero or hated for his choices in Terrasphere. The very man whom Ilya had grown fond of, to her own surprise. Another whom Ilya had met had been the meek and intelligent Harveste. With one whom she enjoyed the company off. Even to the part of meeting her in the real world. Her only second real friend, apart from Rayvil himself. Whom she still wanted to learn more about. Then there was Angel who was outgoing and boisterous. Yet as gentle and soft as they come. Very friendly in herself. Ashnor, the generous. Who had offered up his jacket to her in a rain storm. He was the one who had inspired her to carry around a dark colored cloak in case she was to be caught in the rain again, as Ilya refused to give up her white and red colour scheme. Then came Alphabet.. The young girl whom she had acted with in Stokbon the day she had been captured by the stout and old man. Over the course of her own time in Terrasphere Ilya had made many good relationships, yet even some bad ones had taken shape. Such as her meeting with Caiden that had lead her to despise the man. Yet here, Ilya was. Gently falling asleep in the soft grass as the sun lolled overhead, in the rolling hills of Brisshal. @Nekomimi
