Silent Night [Hikachu/Chrono]

One had noticed Chrono's determination recently; his work ethics, effort and survival instincts. That same person had noticed the exhaustion written on his face, so he was recommended to pay a visit here, where work was limited and peace was at its utmost: Peace Village. Such an occasion reminded the man of his time in Talonia, but even then he encountered lots of drunks, along with someone he had delightfully conversed with for a while afterwards - not much silence in that event. Well, to be fair, he was eager to experience the latter, but simultaneously, he wanted to learn more about himself. You could say this was part two of his soul-searching. Naturally, doing so here was much more relaxing; it gave Chrono the vibe that freedom was more available here than anywhere else.

As a traveler, Chrono could never recall the entirety of any experience he had been through, other than those that had just occurred recently, for example. He could always recognize faces he had seen in the past, but never a day he had lived completely. Only his memory was to blame for this, as the male could swear now he was living close to 50 generations at this point in time. To everyone, he still appeared as someone looking in their teens; someone whose physical form didn't appear perfectly developed, but youthful despite his actual age. Albeit, this did not stop him from ever going through a phase like this - making a decision like such.

Everything seemed rather quiet indeed among this atmosphere, though Chrono knew that no matter where he went, there was always something special happening. Either that, or he was bound to come across someone new, as there was never a place unoccupied by civilization in this continent. Simply put, people were willing to go anywhere. "Let us move to the central area." The king of the sand spoke to the sand endlessly running behind him, "Today, we--" He paused for a moment. Whether it was just around the corner, or from afar, he could sense the magic signature of someone within this village.

There it was, or rather, she was! Chrono knew he had sensed something earlier, and this was his discovery. Soothing winds ran by his burgundy hair upon noticing the woman. There was no doubting that this sort of weather had occurred uncommonly in this instant. The feeling of it was so gentle, as if matching the tone of the female's voice upon contact with the male. She had this light shade of blue hair that one could only imagine seeing in the north, yet her attire allowed her to appear casual anywhere but the north. Just who was this woman exactly?

"I'm fine, thank you." Chrono replied, "I am only here to explore this village and its calm atmosphere today. I tend to visit areas such as this one when I need to do some thinking." Perhaps the man was lying slightly during this statement. Noise bothered him, but not to the extent where he would ever force himself elsewhere. It was rather the name of this village and its direct message of relaxation that persuaded the sand mage here during this now windy occasion. "My name is Chrono Libra. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss." He greeted with an arm extended for a handshake. It was unlike Chrono to be so formal, but the vibe this female gave off advised the fellow that he should be. She appeared innocent, after all.

During this newly formed conversation, the wizard's eyes had been locked with the girl due to extreme curiosity. Within her eyes, Chrono could see colors similar to the arctic, as that was the color pattern these eyes seemed to reflect. This lady had to be human from what the supposed gentleman could see from his own set of eyes, yet the aura this other definite mage gave off was totally distinct from any other human Chrono had met. He could literally envision the environment she came from just from his sense of magic. It was beautiful to be honest. A happy smile drew itself on his face. This was going to be an interesting encounter.

"It is peaceful indeed." Chrono replied, "I wonder what citizens do to make this village so quiet." It was fascinating, to say the least. The silence was so strong, it was as if absolutely nothing surrounded the two. Surely, this village must have been well-populated, but the male could only figure every establishment in this village was soundproof. Not a single disturbance nearby could be found, nor even the suspicion of another voice. Chrono stopped locking eyes with the woman once he noticed her taking her eyes off him first, now looking at the hand he offered. A smooth hand touched his own the moment he and his new friend shook hands. "The pleasure's all mine." What a polite young lady she was.

"I will call you Snowflake." Chrono confirmed, looking at her face-to-face again. This certainly sounded like she was from the north, just as Chrono predicted, albeit it was a pretty name. Snowflake offered him to sit with her, which he did not mind at all. She appeared to admire the scenery just as much as he did, and perhaps more. "I don't mind." Chrono accepted, carefully seating himself down next to her, removing the gourd off of his back to keep to his far side. He extended his legs out to keep his robe straightened, yet also to relax in this spot to the utmost degree. The view above was not giving him any reason to move. The sky was decorated beautifully with a straight, aligned pattern of pure white clouds; large, medium and small. The biggest of these clouds hovered over the sun, allowing its rays to strike out more over the grasslands. Chrono swore he could also see a mostly faded moon in the background too. Unlike anywhere else, however, there was an absence of birds here. The amount of sound had never changed, but the lack of livelihood above amazed the wizard.

As he examined what was above him, a question arose. It regarded Chrono's frequency of traveling, or rather his tendency of visiting quieter areas. "I travel all over the country; loud and quiet." He answered, "Perhaps I'll consider seeing more of the continent as well. I'm not from this country, after all." It was funny. The man had never thought about traveling from one country to another until he claimed so here. "What about yourself?" He asked, "Have you ever seen a place like this before?" To be honest, he hadn't. The atmosphere and environment alike; he had never seen anything like it. To top it off, he was currently seated with a woman he did not imagine meeting in his place like this. It interested him, in fact, to travel up north at some point in time.

He wondered if Snowflake had anything to do up until this encounter, but based on her offer earlier, Chrono assumed she didn't. She had just met him, yet she was already welcoming him to be in this position with her, looking over wondrous views together, and other sorts of things with increasingly more interest. This village was meant for some quiet time, yet simultaneously, in an environment like this, it encouraged Chrono to talk. However, he politely awaited anything she had to say first. The two clearly wanted to learn more about each other, after all, so he would just allow things to run smoothly and slowly. He was honored to be here already, but wouldn't mention it until the time was right. The sand drew itself back into the gourd in the meantime, probably desiring to rest. Chrono didn't know what to make out of this town, but just as Snowflake said earlier, the feeling was magnificent.

Funny. Chrono was just thinking about if anything other than his words proved he was not from here. However, he doubted she was - not with hair like that. Everyone who lived in Fiore had a tendency to share one of the following hair colors: red, orange, blonde, black or brown. Yes, people could dye their eye to appear as neither of these colors, but Chrono could tell her hair was natural like this. Somehow, but for a fact. "Well, I can tell you aren't from here either." He remarked, "You have an aura to you that I have difficulty understanding." The mystery got to him numerous times, especially now that he had confessed to it. Just what kind of power did she possess? Even if her background as a person was obvious, her inner capabilities were definitely unpredictable.

"I don't think you ever can get entirely used to this country." Chrono commented, "It tends to change, and always provides something new." It was true. Even for someone who had lived as long as Chrono, never once did he have the proper amount of pride to say he had mastered the full geography of Fiore. Well, now that he was in a strangely quiet village like this, the feeling was especial. "Are you glad you're here?" He asked, "Well all have to admit; some places just don't please us." It was always okay to be homesick. One day, in fact, Chrono figured he'd have to go back home to see how times had changed it. Some places like this though appeared traditional in whatever made them famous, but wait. Another Peace Village?

"Your hometown?" He repeated. For some reason, the male had heard misery behind that answer. But, would it be okay to reveal such a thing - this split second of sadness? Probably not. Her hometown was her business, after all, not his. "My homeland is the opposite." He answered without question, "You have to get used to constant noise where I'm from." Unless she asked, Chrono would not explain why. It was due to the fighting that kept everyone awake at night in Desierto, but only due to the local divide. Most of his homeland's population hated him because he lived among the most luxurious, and furthermore resided alongside country-renowned figures; his parents. He sighed. That split second of sadness was getting to him now too. "Tell me a bit about yourself." He requested, "In return, I'll gladly discuss who I am." Once the request was made, he looked back up to the azure sky. The clouds were beginning to move further away from the sun, though all of the puffy creations remained perfectly aligned. He had never seen whiter clouds in his lifetime, nor a sun so lively. Whoever decided to build this village here was a genius if they were aware of these weather patterns at the time.