[ It takes a few days, but Steve and some of the other refugees eventually do make it into Dranbu - and with their own memories intact, thank God.
He's been collecting bits and pieces of information throughout his trek towards the village, but it's a relief to finally make it past the Josa forest knowing what he knows now about the disappearances Nurray had spoken of.
He's headed towards the main city district, looking for a place to catch his breath, maybe figure out his next move, or find a familiar face who might have made it here too.
It's a damned fine coincidence that he spots a very familiar looking woman up ahead, dressed lightly while she casually studies the flowers before her. He approaches, hooking his shield back over his shoulders. ]
Better the warmer weather here than the snowstorm in Nadril, huh?
[ He is, of course, speaking of the first time they'd met, back when the newest wave of refugees had been initiated to the new planet by way of blizzards and ice storms. ]
your new (new) life (with some winging it)
He's been collecting bits and pieces of information throughout his trek towards the village, but it's a relief to finally make it past the Josa forest knowing what he knows now about the disappearances Nurray had spoken of.
He's headed towards the main city district, looking for a place to catch his breath, maybe figure out his next move, or find a familiar face who might have made it here too.
It's a damned fine coincidence that he spots a very familiar looking woman up ahead, dressed lightly while she casually studies the flowers before her. He approaches, hooking his shield back over his shoulders. ]
Better the warmer weather here than the snowstorm in Nadril, huh?
[ He is, of course, speaking of the first time they'd met, back when the newest wave of refugees had been initiated to the new planet by way of blizzards and ice storms. ]