Ah, Solvale. A landscape that embodies, truly, the VRMMORPG ideal of an idyllic meadowed sprawl. Many a poet would have a field day, were they allowed the time to frolic in the flourishing grasslands and placid plains of this place, never mind the various flavours of escapist who were the prime (and, as of the current day, often the only) target audience of the unmasked Terrasphere.
In fact, one of those so-famed Starcalled escapists, Ludmilla knew, was bound to be somewhere near here. This was the place that the posting had specified.
Surveying the land from atop a hillocky expanse, the Ludmilla could see across the plains the bustle of many a small town dotting the vanishing distance, as well as the veritable metropolis of Finweald. That was not her destination for now, though, as there was a different presence her seeking return had revealed. A piece of her belonged to that person, a piece that was more literal than metaphorical. Though her body was whole, nothing could be done about this nagging suspicion, a feeling that some separated part of that whole had been calling out subconsciously.
She'd been making a list, checking it twice, ticking off the naughty and nice...though it wasn't December yet. This was not a gifting list, of course, but a list of unfinished business; she'd already visited one of those names and gotten what she'd wanted, in a fashion. It was time to go for the next one on the list: @Imoogi. Holding her untimely summer frolicking bonnet down as a westerly stirs the fields in autumnal waves, Ludmilla recalls what she knew of this one.
According to hearsay sources, open guild documentation and keen observation, Ludmilla had narrowed down and cross-eliminated the Beastfolk's recent circles of activity, right down to sleepy Solvale. Quite the thrill-seeker this Imoogi was, and there would ordinarily have been little reason for her to traipse around such a placid area, but Ludmilla had the wits to put two and two together. The fact that, just yesterday, a public quest posting for an investigation into aggressive plains slimes exhibiting contact-poisoning properties was put up in the morning and was been taken down by the same evening; that was reason enough for Ludmilla to stake out this place.
Of course, it wasn't as though she hadn't any reason beyond that. On its own, such a happening would be shaky evidence at best, inadmissible correlation-sans-causation at worst. However, her flesh craved its own, a distant keening of like drawn to like pulling her with increasing intensity as she drew closer to this area. The lead was correct, else this resonance would not be so naggingly strong.
Daylight hung bright overhead as she surveyed a little longer atop the hill, before descending to the flatlands below. There, a reunion was awaiting.
