The streets were cold and wet, suddenly the norm for Cydonia ever since the birds had started their conflict. Guy was there at the time, and while he hadn't caught their words he could gather enough to tell the loss of their Bishop had affected them. What he didn't know was how long it would be until they finally came to terms with it.

Almost a month later and the conditions had worsened, reducing the entire continent to a beat down mess. Mataharians were just barely clinging on with the unexpected snowstorms plaguing them.

Something was going on. There was too much happening for him not to conclude this. But as a bard, what could he do?

Outside of royal affairs, he had his own matters to deal with.

As he wandered down another street he tried to suppress a harsh cough. He supposed he had it coming to him. He never faired well in colder weather and was a rather sickly child…but he considered it well worth it when he thought of the ring hidden deep in his pocket. He'd decided to wait until the weather cleared up some before approaching her on the issue. He figured it'd give himself enough time to work things out and make the moment perfect.

Speaking of Corissa, she had no idea he snuck out again. She probably wouldn't be too pleased to learn her boyfriend had taken yet another stroll in his condition, but he needed a moment to get fresh air and stretch his legs. Although he did slightly regret walking out so far. While the day had started out warmer than most, it was back to being frigid and he could hear the rumble of thunder in the distance.

He turned down  a street, cloak pulled even tighter around his form in an attempt to stay warm. But something caught his eye to make him stop. A little pink creature was trembling under some trash, using it as a rather weak shelter. As he bent down for a closer look he recognized it by the ears. It was a skitty.

Guy couldn't help a small smile as he cautiously reached a hand over and tried to coax it out. He'd never met his sister's skitty, but the small animals always reminded him of her.

To his relief, it crawled out with a purr. Guy assumed it must've belonged to someone for it to be so friendly. Either that or the poor thing was desperate. He let it move over before he attempted to cradle it in his arms. Again he found himself relieved that it welcomed the attention instead of struggling to escape.

"How'd you end up here? Do you belong to someone?"

It let out a small meow. He could only assume that meant yes as he started to stand.

"Let's find them then~ Can't have you wandering around all by yourself. I bet your owner is worried~" Guy let out a small cough but didn't let it stop him. The skitty seemed to paw at him but he smiled and walked on.

The streets were pretty deserted, but Guy would've been surprised if it were otherwise. He was just thankful that there was no rain or hail. But it was rather quiet and silence always bothered him. His partner really couldn't converse with him, but a bit of friendly conversation couldn't hurt. At least it couldn't point out how 'crazy' it was for him to be speaking to it and expect no response.

"You know, my sister merged with a skitty." The skitty seemed interested, peeking up at him from its position in the crook of Guy's arms. "Her name is Lena. She's about ten years older than me. She was always bubbly and active. Never seemed to run out of energy~ Always curious~" He smiled down at the skitty. "Bet you're the same way to end up so far away from your owner~" It meowed a little at that and he laughed before it turned into another cough.

"I'm not sure if you gathered this but I'm a bard. She used to be the only one besides my mentor who was interested in my music. Said I had a real talent for it." His smile held a bit of sadness. "I want to play for her one day. Something really nice from Matahari or something. See, she's never left Oneiros…and her favorite songs were always ones I learned from Ulric that came from other countries."

He knew he was rambling and the skitty wouldn't understand, stopping his talk when he heard a louder clap of thunder.

"We better find your owner soon before another storm hits."

Guy started to hurry down a few more streets before the little fluff wiggled out of his arms and dashed around a corner, splashing through the cold puddles of a past storm. Guy made to run after it but stopped as it jumped into the arms of a young brunette.

"Fae! There you are! You shouldn't wander off like that! Especially in these storms!"

"I take it she's yours then~?"

The boy seemed a little startled at hearing Guy's voice before standing up. 'Fae' had settled on his shoulder, purring and nuzzling the boy in greeting. "Ah…yes, I'm sorry. I hope she didn't cause you any trouble. "

"No trouble at all~ But you should probably keep a better eye on her."

He seemed to shrink back a little at the scolding. "Uh…yes, I'm sorry. She doesn't normally do that…something just caught her attention and…we kinda lost each other. We've never been outside of Cydonia before…but…uh…thank you for finding her!" The boy just seemed to take off, leaving Guy rather baffled. Well…the two certainly seemed well suited for each other.

Once again Guy pulled his cloak around himself and started to head back. That was certainly quite a detour and he was ready to settle back into the warm comfort of the inn. With luck, he'd make it back before it started to rain again.