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"I'll think over what to name it in the morning," Cynthian said, resting his head against the lump with a yawn. He then slid off his stool with the lump held between his flowers. "Thank you for your time today, Skara. I'll be retreating for the night." He bowed and then bid her farewell.

"Yeah... I will need some help to process all of this." Cynthian sighed in relief and wiped the drying tears on his face. "I never would've expected comfort from the same thing that tormented me before. These shades are weird little things, aren't they?" Cynthian said as his lump continued to...

"It's odd... but weirdly enough, I don't hate it," Cynthian said with an exhausted, though cheerful laugh. "I don't think I feel scared scared of it anymore."

"It's linked to..." Cynthian heaved a defeated sigh and buried his face in his flowers. The heavy lump bobbed ever so slightly as Cynthian gathered his bearings. "It's not your fault. I was too busy being an absolute wreck to heed your warnings anyway," he said with a groan. What should he do...

There were so many thoughts going through Cynthian's mind that most of what Skara said came to him in the form of inaudible mumbles and echoes. He was only a step away from fainting, and barely clinging on. 'lump of stone', that phrase was what stuck out to Cynthian in all that jargon. His...

"I didn't even know they needed to eat?" Cynthian asked while scratching his cheek. Out of curiosity, he shifted his cup an inch closer to the jar and that got an immediate reaction from the shade who had begun to press itself against its transparent barrier even harder. Cynthian stared at...

Cynthian's heart spiked when Skara set the jar on the table. His breathing all but ceased for a moment, but it only took a moment longer for his chest to relax again. His eyes were fixed on the shade. He observed the amorphous creature closely as it hissed and tumbled around in its...

Cynthian closed his eyes and tapped on the table with a rose thorn. In truth, he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to meet the shade. The thing he had experienced thanks to it were... unpleasant, and even that was putting things lightly. Cynthian wore a focused look. He couldn't force...

"Whoa, I didn't know about that at all. It does sound bizarre. How does that even feel like? Is it like hearing a little voice in your head? Or just some sort of... mental tug?" Cynthian asked, his eyes widened in amusement. He reclined in his stool and sighed. "Sorry, I'm struggling to quite...

"Oh..." Cynthian wanted to say more, but his mind drew a blank. He couldn't help but look down despondently, creating another awkward silence between them. Though a flicker of curiosity flashed in his eyes when Skara set her lump right into the juice bowl. "How are you getting used to that...

"Oh, things have been going as well as you'd expect," Cynthian said with short laugh. He stared at the drink that stood before him and sighed. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again. "Listen... I'm really sorry about the things you went through back then because of me. Sure, I...

Roughly a day before Cynthian's near unfortunate exploration in the Pine Woods, and after meeting up with Vix, his wandering eventually brought him back to Spinda's Cafe. He'd made quite a few memories in the Cafe, whether it be the one in his world or the one in Cibus. A shade had possessed...

"I'm just happy I was able to help." Cynthian folded his arms and smiled earnestly. "And thank you for cheering me up. You're a good mon, Icetales." With that, Cynthian leapt off his seat, waved in goodbye and headed out of the Cafe. <><>>^>>

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not used to hearing compliments like that, so you caught me a bit by surprise. Thank you though. I appreciate it," Cynthian said with a lighthearted laugh. "Anyway, about the welcoming party, we'd probably have to get everyone else on board. We could also look for more...

"Huh?" Cynthian was completely caught off guard by those words, and his face went redder with every word Icetales spoke till Cynthian became red as a tomato. Cynthian struggled to find his words as his brain shorted out. In the end, he could only utter, "Thank you." and hid his face behind his...

"I don't really know what Brisa would like either. Honestly, I'd feel awkward around her next time we meet because I bailed out during a sparring session we had against Cabot and Astrid." Cynthian exhaled a frustrated sigh and rested his head against his flowers. "I call them my friends but I...

"Oh, this is such a delightful idea, Icetales!" Cynthian said as he scanned the papers with bright eyes. "And for sure we should invite the god squad. If this plan goes well, it could reduce the tension between our groups by even just a bit. I know that Potluck and perhaps even Truffle would...

Cynthian widened his eyes a bit, then he relaxed his face to a bittersweet smile. "I wish we shared a less unfortunate thing in common. For what it's worth, we have each other's backs now."

"I guess? I feel sorry for her more than anything though. Things had been very difficult for us since Mama Rosa passed away. We lost our original home, had to leave the water continent, and it took a while before we could move in to Mystifying Town. Wiggletough knew Mama Rosa back when she was a...

"I'm very glad you like it! And it's fine really, it was the least I could do," Cynthian said, beaming up. He didn't know what he'd have done if Icetales hadn't liked the gift, so it overjoyed him that it worked out in the end. "You mons have been kind to me, and an act of good will always...