Open - The red eyed Felis weirdo.

_____The early bird gets the worm, whoever came up with that line Morpheus wanted to shove a can of worms down his gullet. Bright red eyes glowed slightly in the darkness as the Felis player decided to wake up early and cover more ground before the sun was out. His black cat ears with blue strips twitching at the sounds of crickets and owls in the distance and around him as he walked, his tail flicking around with slight annoyance as he swatted at his right cheek to kill a mosquito who tried to drink his blood. The buzzing that soon followed the loud slap concluded he missed his target and was being mocked for it.

_____Each of his steps was masked by the light clattering of metal, his belt filled with tools and nails as the builder/ engineer/ farmer walked across the forest landscape without a single clue of where he needed to be walking to find dormont. The people at the last village he crossed told him to go west, so he started going west and had been since, or at least he thought they said west and he thought he was going that direction. The great flaw with the builder was his terrible sense of direction and following them as he stepped over a pile of animal droppings and stopped shortly after.

_____Some might have seen his next choice of actions the clear makings of a weirdo as he turned back and knelt down to sniff it carefully. Reaching into his bag to pull out a scroll and a quill with ink and a nearby stick. Poking the stick into the droppings and moving it around slightly before taking another sniff of it and began scribbling in his scroll. Morpheus had two task when he decided to set out from the village he called home over the last two months in the game, the first was to reach castle dormont and offer his aid in repairing it. The second was to discover the best supplies to make a good farm.

”Log entry number seventy eight, discovered more animal droppings on my path to dormont. These seem to have been left from a bear whose diet consist of barriers and some sort of plant that seems likely the cause for the dropping to be akin to diarrhea. The scent is not extremely repulsive, and it also does not seem to look like it would be good for crops.”

_____His voice was almost narrative as he read aloud his notes and put away his scroll and writing tools and stood up once more to resume his travels still holding the stick covered with the droppings as he continued to look them over. His natural curiosity and drive to maybe discover more about the droppings was enough to warrant him to walk with the stick but not waste his time sitting and looking at the whole pile. After a good minute or so his interest was lost and he slowly moved the stick to his left side and dropped it to avoid material spray on his person.

_____Morpheus was no doubt a very odd person since he entered his life of solitude and to him it was not worth changing as he froze and back stepped a bit to see a bush of berries. His interest drawing him over as he sat down before the bush and looked it over intensely like it held the key to all questions. Reaching into his bag for a different scroll, his previous scroll from the dropping recording, and his supplies to write before he began to draw the bush in great detail.

_____His hand every so often reaching out to move a leaf or pluck a berry, sometimes the ones that had not fully grew and others from the ground as he recorded all the information on his scrolls. Reaching for another stick as he punctured one of the berries and recorded the additional information before popping one into his mouth and savoring the sour taste as he wrote the information in his scroll. Using his old scroll to make another log entry for his travels before taking some barriers for the trip.

 

It was as dark out in the game as it was out her window when she logged in. She'd opted to try seeing a sunrise, and had managed a nap earlier on. With no real will to write, there wasn't that much to do so early in the morning in her humble abode. Surely, the world of TerraSphere had more to offer!

Prancing in the dark with slightly better vision than she expected, she was relieved to have picked Rogue because it seemed to help her here. However, even in the dawn's darkness, there was a seeming light up ahead- eyes, red as a blood moon, seemed to glow in the darkness to her. They set her cheeks on fire to look at. Such beautiful red eyes, wouldn't one naturally think of the supernatural?

Shaking off her inner thoughts, she wandered over with a smile. She'd heard the clacking of metal and noticed how he seemed to be picking up interesting things, such as leaves and berries. What had surprised her was his sniffing of the dung. Surprisingly, when she wandered towards him during that, she opted to give it a whiff too.

Standing up straight soon after, she was surprised it didn't smell that bad- but having overheard his studies, she found it making more sense to her. "So this is non-repulsive dung. I've never actually smelled any, but...I'm impressed you can tell what kind it is and the diet so fluidly. I wouldn't have assumed it was a bear myself...I would've guessed a wolf or something of the sort. How do you know it's from a bear, mister?"

 

_____Morpheus did not know how he could have missed such a detail as someone getting so close to him without so much as a note or warning from his slightly akin senses from his race choice. However as he listened to what she said his writing hand moved up to point to the bear still having stomach issues nearby and eating berries. Moving his hand back to finish the last of his notes before he rose and had to look down to see the girl, not exactly the most comfortable angle for his neck so he slightly slouched to ease it a bit.

”Aside from seeing the culprit, I have encountered similar droppings in my travels that match the nature of this but less runny. If I recalled it was entry forty two and entry seven.”

_____Morpheus spoke with a fairly lazy nature, his hand lifting to cover his yawn as he kept his focus on the girl while putting away his scrolls and tools. He dull eyes seemed extremely rest insufficient from the black lines around them as he overlooked the girl albeit slightly creepy in nature and time spent doing such. Turning around slowly without so much his name or explanation as to why as he took out his items again and began writing some more.

”Encounter number three hundred fourteen, female roughly four feet maybe four foot three, indigo hair, lavender colored eyes. Race appearing to be Faerin due to ear length and height. Weight is seemingly somewhere between eighty to ninety five pounds. Judging from time of encounter likely older than appears and potentially another player due to my unease when they are present which does not happen when around non played characters.”

_____A bad habit to speak aloud as he wrote to fully memorize the notes, otherwise he would forget them at some point. Turning to look at the girl again before he began to draw her in extremely well details before stashing the scroll away in his bag and turning back to face her once again. He seemed to be thinking of something odd for a few moments before reaching his hand out slowly, his fingers clench into a fist for a moment before a fully offered handshake.

”Morpheus Smith, least Smith is my last name in the real world. Judging from the time of this encounter, your use of words, and willingness to approach someone unknown assume you're maybe somewhere in your late twenties or early thirties… You also not a person generated by this game for similar reasons.”

_____If the girl did not seem willing to shake his hand he would slowly retract it back to his side before turning back around and resuming his travels. He had no reason to fully invest time standing in one spot to speak with her, however if she was willing to walk along side him and speak as they traveled he would be fine with such, the company was something he slightly missed from his departure from stonefell. However it was not something he fully needed as he glanced to see if she was following him, if so he would reach over to offer some of the barriers he had.

_____It had a fairly keen sour taste but with a subtle sweetness from the skin of the berry, it also seemed to melt in the mouth making it hard to savor them and slightly addictive to enjoy if one had low control of themselves. If she seemed to want more Morpheus would only offer a few since he needed to keep some to hopefully plant later to grow them. He could think of a few good dishes to use the berries in, mostly deserts but a pie of them was also an intriguing idea to him.

”Hopefully the next village I can find someone with Naturamancy and maybe someone with cooking, although I’m still unsure how to ask an NPC about these topics of masteries, would they consider them talents, hobbies, I truly don’t know. Despite living with them for two months I still have so many unknowns regarding their functions and how each fits into the world. Maybe try asking them about masteries… It could either result in success or give me one less thing on my mind.”

 

"Smith eh? One of the most common surnames I know. That's not a bad thing, though, at the least not if you're sharing it online." Giggling a bit, the purple haired faerin smiled at the stranger. She could feel a slight strain in her neck as she tried to look up towards his face- this man was tall, or maybe even a giant would be the right words. What was he, about two feet taller than she was? His hair was interestingly colored, in her mind- but his height alone was quite astounding. Even in real life, she'd surely see him a giant if he was really this big!

She stayed quiet, processing what she'd heard as he spoke aloud what he wrote in his notebook. Perhaps he had a similarly bad memory as she did? That, or he just really liked to keep all his information together, no matter what it was about. It felt like listening to a scholarly paper being written, in some ways, which only helped make her smile more. He was quite the interesting one!

As he offered a hand, she shook it happily. "I'm Harveste. I don't see a point to giving myself a surname here myself. It's nice to meet you, Morpheus." She couldn't help ponder the name- it was one she rather liked, possibly because 'Orpheus' was a common name she'd become infatuated with after an anime she loved kept using the name for some reason, leading to her later looking into it.

"Oh...You seek a naturamancer? You probably wouldn't have to look far, then. I happen to have Naturamancy myself. I'm only trained in it right now, but I'm working hard to become more proficient with it. Why do you seek one, though?" Finally accepting some fruit he'd offered, she took a careful taste, enjoying the slight sour edge. "They're tasty!"

 

”One of my masteries happens to be cultivation, and while I myself have a decent amount of control when it comes to waiting for things in this case to grow, with the aid of a nature mage I could maybe accelerate the rate of crops growing so that I can supply areas with crops and foods that need it sooner than regular crop cycles would allow. It also would help my other masteries Artisan, and Engineering so I don’t cause deforestation if my work picks up in those fields.”

_____Morpheus spoke calmly, although he was nervously moving his fingers to try and deal with being around other people, his last four years of life was spent only seeing the mail man and the guy who delivered food to his house. It also did not help that the last people he fully dealt with bullied him into the shell he currently was. However he knew that enough time around people would allow him to open up like he did with the two that came to his house mentioned above. If Harveste was interested in the job he would have to get used to her company like he did their visits.

”Not to mention I could use their help when it came to landscaping a house or my own considering currently my place at Stonefell is just covered in dirt and scrap pieces from my projects I did to help protect the town from monsters and build things in the town as the resident handyman. Not so say I have anything against the bleakness it currently has, however I do not always like such dull things considering I am dull enough.”

_____It would appear to be a recurring factor, any time Morpheus began to speak he would begin rambling about a similar topic. It was not fully planned on his part, most times he was alone so talking to himself was just normal, and ranting allowed him to focus on one set task in the endless that rested in his mind. He slowed down as he passed another bush of berries and approached them. He would overlook them before sitting down and writing about them.

”Log entry number Eighty, I encountered another type of berries in my travels. This one seems more dangerous, the leafs appear to be lined with a paralysis defense to prevent animals from eating the berries and even then the color and texture of the berry seems to match that of the poisonous berries I had ate back on log entry seven. However this does not stop me from trying these in the event my analysis is wrong.”

_____Without much delay Morpheus carefully picked one from the bush and popped it into his mouth. The sweetness causing him to spit it out and scrape his tongue with his nails to try and rid of the taste. It was not poisoned, at least no effects seemed to appear right away or just from biting into it, but the fact it was so sweet was something the Felis hated to taste. Recording the insides of the berry he had spit out before picking more and stashing them in his bag. Taking out a glove he stashed a few of the leafs into a different small bag to later examine in a greater detail.

_____No concern for his own safety for the sake of obtaining information. Some people also might have liked extremely sweet things so keeping the berry samples could later be used to grow the supply for that demographic of people, he could also maybe use the leaf to sell to alchemist if his guess about the paralyzing effect to be true. Morpheus sought not just information for his future farm, but for anything he could use or sell to help support others. Likely most his gold would be sent to Stonefell to help them since the village was always struggling.

”Forgive me for doing something like I had just did, I not only dislike sweet foods but never fully trust my mind if my gut says I’m partly wrong about something. If you would like to try the berry it does not seem to have any poisonous factors.”

 

"Oh? Cultivation as in farming? I thought that would count as part of naturamancy...I grew clover for some sheep once during a quest. The sheep really liked it, and they let me pet them. So fluffy." Giggling, the girl wondered how he'd chosen his masteries. Cultivation, artisan and engineering. "So...I'm guessing you really like to work with your hands?"

With a soft grin, she watched his tangent continue, his movements careful and precise. "My skills are Naturamancy, Rogue and Magic Tools. I was hoping my choice of Rogue would make me less clumsy, but...That didn't work out." Her laughter grew timid, as she tried to cheer herself up by adding in, "I rather like your choices, though. You'll be self sufficient. But...if you'd let me, I'd be happy to help you with the forests and planting from time to time. I chose naturamancy since I love nature!"

As he told her the things he thought of doing with his skill set, she noticed his regular use of a word she wasn't fond of. 'Dull'. The writer in her was cringing- no person was dull! If they were dull, they weren't a person, were they? They were a mary sue- and those don't exist in reality! "You're not dull, so don't say you are. You already seem plenty interesting to me!"

For fun, she began to hum a tune as she opted to ask a nearby flower that had yet to bloom to bloom for her. Picking it, she was glad it didn't prick her despite having some thorns, and willed it to grow a longer stem so she could more easily offer it to the stranger. Curtsying, she held it as far out as her small arms could reach.

"These flowers aren't dangerous, nor are they really any use in medicine...But they smell nice, and I bet they'll be happy with a person who wants to work alongside nature rather than just use it! Think of it as thanks for the tasty snack you gave me, if you must."

Jolting as she saw him eat and then spit out a berry with rough handling of his tongue to escape it's flavor, she opted to take a bite of one of the bush's fruits as well. "Hrm...Even I think it's a bit too sweet. Maybe a cook could use it in pie with the right spices, though?" She still ended up eating the berry whole, but was quick to seek a little something to get rid of the rather exotic flavor.

"I don't see what you're apologizing for, Morpheus. While I might worry about you just putting things in your mouth without knowing the consequence, what else is science and learning if not trial and error? I've died once already from taking on more than I could chew, though...So just do your best not to do the same. Death is a very unfriendly thing..."

The memory made her shiver, as she soon found a small leaf she recognized. "Oh, is that mustard leaf? That might help the bad taste. I'm surprised to see it growing here."

 

”Why not set the game to have a higher reaction then your natural setting? It might allow you to be more nimble, least I think it would I have not opened the UI much since I logged on two months ago.”

_____Morpheus did not seem to overthink the flower being offered to him, reaching down slowly and placing it in his coat pocket before blinking blankly. ”Then I see no reason to keep such an item or pluck it accelerating it’s decay time. However as it is a offered gift I can’t exactly turn it down without appearing rude…” Moving his hand away from the flower in his pocket before resuming his walk until the plant was mentioned.

”Leaf mustards, scientific name Brassica juncea and part of the Brassica family. In the real world native to sub-Himalayan plains of the Indian sub-continent, has a total of seven known variations in the real world. Twenty seven calories, and two hundred fifty seven point five milligrams of vitamin-K for one hundred grams of raw leaf. Rich source of antioxidants like flavonoids, indoles, sulforaphane, carotenes, lutein, and zeaxanthin.”

_____Morpheus was like a walking wiki as he looked over the plant some, he already had information on the plant in the real world and did not need to write it down. He did not seem interested in the plant considering he could not hear a stream nearby to wash them in before ingesting them, not like that stopped him from eating the berries but in this case due to the level of information he had on the plant he felt no reason to taste test or use it since he could just ignore the lingering sweetness.

______Morpheus would keep walking after a small window of time, his hand scratching the back of his ears as his tail lightly flicked around. He was happy he had someone he might be able to contact for help with his jobs later. Opening the UI to send a friend request to Harveste as he kept walking, If she accepted it or not was entirely her choice to make.

 

Staring somewhat blankly at the man as he went into great detail about the intricate details of mustard plants, she couldn't help wonder why he wasn't the man that had helped her on that nature hike she learned of them from. Her internal monologue included everything from he'd be great at such a feat to he was possibly secretly a walking encyclopedia in the real world. Actually, the later part was an interesting concept. She'd have to remember that for a story in the future.

"You really do know quite a bit about plants, don't you Morpheus?" Grinning a bit, she couldn't help wondering just what that notebook he used was really for. With his writing about her in it earlier and the plants he found along the way, it was like a scientist was talking to her. He was studying everything so carefully, it seemed like! "I only know about mustard grass from tasting it on a nature walk once. I didn't know all those details about the health benefits. I know they grow in my area, so maybe I should try to find a way to grow some now myself."

Wait, no, she shouldn't. It was soon remembered in her head that she had a horrible hand for gardening. She was the type who could probably kill a cactus that had no requirements just by being near it. That and her natural flaking of remembering to drink water, let alone water a plant that would need it more than her...

Shaking it off, she smiled a bit more as the friend request was sent her direction. She took quick movements to respond to it, accepting it quickly and grinning. "Let's both do our best from now on too. I look forward to getting along with you even better from now on!"

 

”I always thought one needed to do research of a role they play in a game before playing it to better immerse in that role… Was I wrong to think such?”

_____Morpheus looked slightly worried, had his approach to games been wrong all this time? It always felt like the correct thing to do so he did not make a fool of himself. For farming since he had no space to grow crops the only thing he could do was read about them and how to manage farmland. For building houses boats or siege of the old medieval days he also researched them online, if all that was wrong the memory of them was now locked in his head with no getting it out.

_____The question he posed now seemed to be his only focus, his red eyes looking worried as he gazed at Harveste thinking he was playing games all wrong for the past four years of his life. There would be no way for him to turn back the clock, to correct the wrongs he had made now that it was locked into his memory, the facts that pop into his mind when he needs them if they are there.

_____After some time Morpheus would calm himself down if Harveste did not know how to reply to such a question. His pace slowed for a bit after that but soon returned to normal, not many things fully drawing his focus off walking around until he figured he should explain why he is out at the current time walking around. ”Forgive me, I never said why I was out here at such a time. News had reached me of an issue in Dormont and it seemed they would need an artisan and cultivation expert there so I set off for there. Though my sense of direction is very bad I have no clue where to be heading and current am searching for a village to give me directions.”

_____Morpheus seemed slightly embarrassed to be admitting one of his faults. Most times he would lash at someone else's because he felt the urge to do it when he found a flaw in someone, one could say his nervousness was caused by the thought maybe Harveste had a similar habit to dig into a wound someone else had if it was revealed until they snapped over it. He would spend the next few moments in silence twiddling his thumbs as he walked.

_____Ears moving upward and tail slowing down from waving as he froze, hand reaching to try and stop Harveste so he could hear the sound a bit more clear. Snarling and ripping. ”Pack of wolves eating something about thirty feet ahead, we should wait.” His tone quiet as he knelt down and kept listening.

 

He was questioning how he played the game, and it made her feel a twinge of guilt- one that was easily pushed away, however, as she reacted to his concerns with her usual blunt ideals. "Well, I don't think there's a right or wrong way to play a game. I try to get into character when I write, so I do a lot of research at those times, but...I think how you play a game is really up to you. The point is to do whatever it is that makes it fun for you, after all, right?"

Her smile had softened again, arms moving to rest against her back, hands gently intertwining with one another. How one person played wouldn't be the same as another. If everyone played these games the same way, every character would just be the same, wouldn't it? The two of them, for example, were very different types of characters just in their skill sets.

"Yeah, I think your way of playing is just fine, as long as it makes you smile." Her head soon rested on her shoulder, ears keeping open for the man's later explanation. His willingness to admit his sense of direction was bad was something she enjoyed listening to, finding his ability to share such a thing as a rather good trait about him already. "If it helps any, I have a bad sense of direction too. But sometimes, it's the journey that matters, right? You'll find your way there as long as you don't give up. If I can, I'll try to help, too!"

Nodding, she was surprised when he suddenly tried to quiet her- but she was more than glad he had. Seeing his ears twitch had made her want to touch them, a childish interest in 'cute things' catching her attention for a moment before his words had really managed to hit her. Slightly nervous, she found herself drawing slightly closer, a small shiver in her spine.

"Y-Yeah, let's stay back until they're done. I'd rather not be wolf chow...But it's amazing you caught them so quickly." Her voice stayed quiet, an easy thing for her to do luckily. In fact, projecting had always been one of her trouble areas. As he knelt down, she followed suit with a cautious gaze. "They do frequent this area...I almost forgot."

 

_____Before Morpheus moved closer or did anything he licked his finger and raised it into the air, downwind, good for them as it meant less chance they would be detected if they moved carefully. However Morpheus wanted to get a better look at the wolves and began moving slowly towards the sounds, his ears twitching with each step he took his frame freezing each time the tearing sounds stopped.

_____Eventually he got within sight rand of the pack and sat down drawing the scene before him. The detail he left in each wolf and the remains of the deer was both scary and perfect as he never broke focus from the drawing until he was finished. That was when he started to record the alpha of the pack, the slightly larger wolf among the others that was getting the bulk of the meat. It was taking a lot for Morpheus to avoid rambling his notes as he watched.

_____After a good thirty minutes the pack decided to move on after fresher pray allowing Morpheus to exhale loudly and rise to his feet before approaching the remains of the deer. Reaching into his bag for a shovelhead and some rope before tying it to a large stick and started digging. He did not fully seemed repulsed by the carcass, his parents had been in a far worse state after his machine exploded with them near it. The images from that day causing him to stop digging to wipe the tears from his eyes.

_____If he had listened to his dad about doing more safety checks and precautions the lightning that struck it would not have caused the power to overdrive and kill them while he was sleeping in his room. Turning back to his grave and digging it down two feet before getting his gloves back out and moving the remains into the hole and covering it up. It was a shallow grave, but it was better than leaving it to get further picked apart by scavengers.

”May peace and bounty find you in the next life deer, rest well undisturbed…”

 

Rather than follow him when he got closer, the girl stared and watched him, studying his rather curious behavior. That Morpheus could so calmly get closer to a pack of wolves was amazing to the young girl- the closest she'd ever gotten was at an animal sanctuary, where there was a rather tall fence between the wolves and herself. Well, that and the time she was attacked by a nice big mob of them.

His patience, too, astounded her. He seemed to keep watch on them for thirty minutes, and she herself had been distracted on and off during that time- sometimes by thoughts of her studying him similarly, sometimes by random sounds and smells she was surprised by in the vicinity. This man was so calm, she was almost jealous of his seemingly relaxed nature. No, not almost. She just was.

"I should study you to learn how to be so patient and calm..." She mused softly, more struggling to get her voice out from lacking use the past half hour, causing her to stutter ever so slightly. However, as he was working on digging a grave, she noticed the tears that he started to let out slightly.

It was as if, for a moment, she'd forgotten he was a fellow human. Frowning lightly upon recognizing he was hiding his pain, the young girl hugged onto him, her silence notable as she tried to listen to his minor prayer for the deceased animal he'd dug for.

Without a thought, she grew flowers upon the soil with her magic as a memory for the animal, smiling gently- a small batch of peonies that were clearly atypical of the woods they were in, appearing as if from nowhere. "I read that peonies mean 'healing' in the language of flowers. I hope these will help heal both the heart of the innocently deceased, as well as our own."

 

_____Morpheus was not so much expecting the hug from Harveste, his figure freezing for a few moments before he resumed his work. ”I'm only calm on the outside, I have sixty different things running in my head on a slow hour that bringing able to show my emotions or react in normal mannerisms is next to impossible for me.” Not to mention most his emotions died the night his parents had and now only the shallow remains of them existed and he desperately tried to regain them subconsciously.

_____After the prayer he untied his tolls and put them back into his bag slamming the stick into the ground as a grave marker to hopefully deter people and animals from disrupting the resting place. At some point the sky had begun to light up, this only fully became clear as Morpheus entered a clearing and saw the sun reaching over the mountains to the east of them, once again it seemed he had gone of course but took the moment to sit down in the grass and begin drawing the sunrise.

_____The contrast between the white snow caps, the multi colored sky and the sun itself was worth early rising. However Morpheus only had black ink to use but perfectly captured the scene without the need of a color spectrum, using different shades of black by allowing most of the ink to soak into his sleeve to give him shades of gray and darker whites. He never did follow art as his passion, however it sort of became his escape from building by drawing things he never got to build in real life before vowing to never touch tools with his own two hands again.

”Hopefully when I sign off I can recall these details to draw and add to my wall… Not many of these from where I live and I’m not exactly willing to leave my home anymore after… sorry I forgot most people aren't wanting to hear of other’s past. Forgot I mentioned anything, I would appreciate it that way… I just hope we find a village soon…”

 

With a soft, saddened smile, shug hugged a little tighter before letting him get back to his work, having realized that he'd become stiff upon contact. "I think you show it plenty, once given the time to let it out. I saw you tearing, and you stiffened when you got uneasy, right? That's an example of sharing your emotions without words."

It was amazing how honest the body could be. Harveste, too, knew the struggle of not saying her heart at times, yet her body always showed it easily. His stiffening, to her, showed anxiety or discomfort- something she'd seen in her youth among friends, many who had personal issues that made them panic upon touch. His tears showed sadness his calm demeanor had hidden well, something she'd also gone through once or twice herself.

"Perhaps it's not that your emotions don't show, but that you're just slower in doing so...Like you start numb, and the emotions slowly bubble out into the surface as you go."

Her smile had become warmer as she spoke, her eyes cast on the grave still even as the man began to talk a bit more about himself. She'd caught on that he stopped himself part way- something that made her pout, if only for a moment. "I probably can forget since my memory is quite bad at times, but...Know I'd be happy to listen to your life, if you're willing to tell me someday. I'm not most people. In fact, I love hearing about the lives of others, whether the stories are full of smiles or sadness. It's a way to feel closer to people, to me...And if I didn't love stories, I wouldn't be a writer, either, y'know?"

His wish to find a village was well understandable. Carefully, she found a tree nearby that she could climb, awkwardly making her way up with her Rogue techniques, appearing nimbler than she usually did. Her eyes peered the best they could into the distance. "Um...I think there's a village that way. I can't measure how far it is, but...It's small, but it'll do, for now. Don't you think so?"

 

_____Morpheus had no comments about Harveste claiming his emotions just needed time to start up, it did not seem logic to him and thus was ignored as fiction. He also would likely never make the mistake of speaking about his past again to the girl, he did not want to lose a friend considering he did technically kill his own family. When she mentioned the village Morpheus sighed with relief, his shoulder slouching slightly as he went the general direction of the village.

”That is good, I don’t exactly like leaving the game while in the forest areas Never know when you will log on and be face to face with an animal you would prefer not have so close.”

_____When they arrived at the Village a few kids rushed over to Morpheus, his expression growing slightly soft, it seemed he had ended up walking around in a circle. And Elder waving him over as he went to help move a large beam post for a group of people, they all seemed to be clear NPCs but looked like a family when near Morpheus, like he was more inhuman than Harveste. Setting the beam down before waving as he went to a old looking building covered in tools, much like he had said was his place not long back.

”Guess I ended up going a circle like some of the elders had bet I would do ha ha.”

_____Morpheus would enter the house and if Harveste followed she would see countless scrolls, blueprints, painting, small trinkets that each look handcrafted, and almost no real pathways in all the clutter. Morpheus preferred the mess, less space he could wander around in and allowed him to stay focused on what he was doing. Starting a small fire and setting a tea pot down before he fell down on a chair and began to empty his bag.

_____To his right seemed to be a small study with countless plant drawings and a window leading to a very well grown garden with a large mixture of items. ”Sorry it’s not the cleanest, neatness ain’t something I enjoy…”