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Scythe Mastery Spirit Magic Aeromancy Hydromancy Corrupt
Kyra sighed as she cast her gaze over the snowscape before them. It had been a while since she'd last ventured into the lands of Zakaden - which seemed to be happening more and more often, now that she had stopped to consider it. Not that she enjoyed the area, in the least. In fact, out of all the places in TerraSphere - excluding Camp Hope, for obvious reasons - Zakaden and its crystalline landscape was one of her least favourites.

Far too similar to home...
She whispered the words, but wasn't surprised when her Orb spoke up. The whispered words caused a slight shiver down Kyra's back - something that was happening less frequently, but was still an occurrence whenever it spoke. The words often sounding like some sort of dark, foreboding whisper on the winds of time.
We often fear...the places that lay most in our memories...our darkest desires, and dreams...not that you would have, those...
She'd lately begun referring to the thing by name, something that she wasn't entirely sure that it as pleased about - which perhaps brought about its snide comment. As if the small thing was trying to get revenge on her for the nickname she'd placed upon it. She felt herself smile in response - not to the words, but the thought of the frustration the piece must have at her treatment of it, when it tried to act mysterious and foreboding or dark.
Kyra glanced over at Ruby, a soft smile touching her lips as she nodded towards the Orb, but directing her words at the catgirl.

Draoi seems a bit miffed today...doesn't she?
She'd picked up the name from her native tongue, something that had somehow felt right for the orb-like thing, considering its darker nature. For reasons beyond her understanding, the orb itself had appeared annoyed with the name - as if it understood the reference, or simply disliked being named. Either way, Kyra had liked it enough that it had stuck - and had been using it ever since she'd had the idea pop into her head.

Zakaden...I really do dislike this place. But the rumours say there's rocks that we can mine that...well, seem to be candy-cane flavoured. Or at least, they remind me of candy-canes. Red and white, takes like mint. Children love them. That sort of thing...real Christmas spirit sort of event, hey?
She sighed at the tail end of her words. She'd never liked these seasonal events - they always seemed so forced. Not that they were bad, they just weren't her thing. Still, at least they brought about new quests to do, and activities to keep one from being bored - or to help bring a bit of cheer to the world, for many.







