[Well, with the food shortages, and living with more people than she was accustomed to, Presea needed to get more food. And though she's never had reason to hunt animals and gather things from the forest before, she still has the skills of an expert hunter. She has spent a decade or so in the forests back home - she's a lumberjack, after all - so ( Read more... )

[Being returned to the village after a tough and seemingly never ending battle seemed like such a blessing to many. Some were happy, asking how things were in the village, some were mourning the loss, and others were giving explanations of what had occurred during the battle ( Read more... )

[Now that the rain has stopped, Presea can be seen wandering around the village rather late in the afternoon. She had just came back from the forest, carrying stray sticks and pieces of wood in her arms. If she couldn't cut wood, then the only thing she could really do was to use already fallen pieces to make some wooden figurines. Those seemed to ( Read more... )

[You know? It was all going so well. Despite the rain, Presea was out and about getting groceries, like a good little girl, and even most of the crystallization on her shoulder and face have cleared up, leaving just a slight trace near her Cruxis Crystal. All in all, today looked to be another normal day, considering she had to ward off flaming ( Read more... )

[It's been a long time since Presea returned from her kidnapping, in a rather poor condition. She'd been resting, and recovering for a long time, her Cruxis Crystal having taken a great deal of time to fix itself. But now, the girl has finally awakened, but not without her "recovery" having taken a toll on her body ( Read more... )

[It's raining again. What a perfect scene. The Malnosso couldn't have picked a better day to return one of the many they've taken. Out in the middle of the plaza, right by the possibly overflowing by now fountain a young child lays sprawled on the ground. It's Presea. Seems she's come back, and not in the best of shape ( Read more... )

[The view on the journal is black, perhaps because when it was dropped it landed open on the ground. Because of that, nothing is seen other than darkness and perhaps a thin sliver of light and a few blades of grass. The sounds that are produced over the journal, however, are much more distinct ( Read more... )

[Well, after Presea had seen a few people singing over the journals, and especially after talking to Mrs. Brisby a few days ago, Presea decides it's high time she joined the cool people and sang something over the journals as well. For her daddy to hear. Now, even though all of her logical side was blaring loudly the improbability of that ever ( Read more... )

[It's been a while since Presea had been seen or heard. She's kept mostly to herself, as per usual, and doesn't seem too badly off since the last experiment. In fact, she may have even enjoyed it. As much as someone without emotions could. She'll be addressing her journal lazily, calling out to her furry ex-boyfriend.]Doggy? ...Welcome here. Treats ( Read more... )

[Directly after her epic fun times with Polka, Presea can be seen walking with a light sprint in her step towards the clinic. She has a very placid look on her face, like always, and a very unconscious Polka held in her arms ( Read more... )