Tempeste's Turning Point (Guild Intro - Open to ER Members)

A chilly breeze rushed up Kyra's spine as she saw the door open. It was not from the cold of the outside, the mark of Errings Rising ensured that as an impossibility. The bitter cold of Mount Hakobe was not what marked her as having a chill rush through her body. No, it was an all too familiar scent raiding her nose. There was this wonderful aroma wafting from the woman who had just entered the guild halls.

The scent of human flesh and blood.

Another cannibal? Was Kyra finally somewhat safe in her existence as a cannibal? Would there be someone else for Medeia to play with? Someone else to clear up the mess and rubbish so Kyra would not be brought into her poorest self? She could only hope. Maybe she could ask this woman to drag her own cannibalistic tendencies out of her? No, that was too much to ask.

She came down from her room, only dressed in simple pajamas. "H-hello, m-ma'am," she nervously managed to stammer. "M-Madam A-Addilyn? D-Do you wish for me to g-grab her some t-tea?" She came fully down the steps, her head angled downwards, her eyes firmly planted on the floor beneath her feet. "I-I think I know h-how to p-properly make it now, b-but if you think I-I would just make a m-mistake, t-then, I-I'll leave..." She darted her eyes up for a moment, locking them with the fellow cannibal's. There was a different look about her eyes than what Kyra imagined from the demon within. At least, that was what Kyra presumed. There was a strangeness to her look, as if she were fully in control at all times, as if she were reasonably sane. What was the deal with this woman? Another cannibal in Erring's Rising? Would they bond over their similar curses? Did this mysterious other woman even see it as a curse? What if this other woman ate flesh because she enjoyed it, not because of a cursed lacrima? What if-

Thoughts raced across her mind as she continued up the steps, already assuming that Addilyn would say that she would not need to make tea because of her own ineptitude with it. Even earlier today, when trying to make a cup for the queen, Kyra managed to underheat the water, followed by using bay leaves instead of tea leaves. Addilyn did not even let Kyra go out with that, not a chance. However, being lost in her thoughts caused her steps to stumble, and when heading up the grand staircase, she missed a step, tumbling forwards and smacking her head hard against the corner of a stair. Strangely, rather than the beast within hardening her skull as it normally did, there was no response, Kyra feeling the fully brunt of the pain as she slowly slid down, face first. When friction finally stopped her, she picked herself up and turned around to the two. "S-sorry..." she said as she felt the blood trickle down from her forehead. "I-I'll leave now..." she turned once more, ready to leave.