December : Development Sneak Peek

Since it is December and xmas is right around the corner, I will be showing little snippets of some parts with the ROs that I think are cute in Chapter 3! I keep changing things so if these don't show up when the chapter is officially out then I'm sorry LOL.

I hope everyone is having a good holiday season!

Fadiya

Not long has passed since Fadiya’s previous relationship came to a close, prompting a subtle narrowing of her eyes in response to Soarine’s inquiry.

Rather than addressing Soarine’s question directly, Fadiya turns her attention toward you, a curious glint in her eyes. “And what about you? What kind of person do you like?”

(This choice is only available to childhood crush @ Fadiya people)

• Choice • “I suppose someone who is a bit oblivious.”

Confusion clouds Fadiya’s expression, a furrow forming between her brows. “That’s an odd preference…” she mutters, utterly missing the implication as her expression reflects sheer confusion, completely oblivious to the hidden meaning behind your words.

Helios

Before turning to leave, Helios pauses, his expression softening as he casts a fleeting glance back at you. “Vesphire was really beautiful,” he acknowledges before continuing, “In many ways, it reminded me of you.”

• Choice • “My, my, is that a compliment?”

Helios stiffens, a sudden realization seemingly dawning upon him, as if he’s become acutely aware of the implications buried within his previous statement.

“I didn’t mean it in that way,” Helios interjects hastily, a blush tinting his cheeks as he scrambles to clarify, his voice earnest yet slightly flustered. “Not that you aren’t, of course you’re beautiful. I just—”

Your raised eyebrow prompts him to halt his stumbling explanation, his words dissipating into a nervous silence.

Hunter

“Why did they even allow someone with such a terrible aim to join this hunt?” they grumble, checking their arm for any potential injury.

“I did tell you to wear your armor,” Helios chimes in.

“And I told you it feels like being stuck in a steel cocoon.”

Glancing through the newly formed tear in the fabric, you catch an unexpected sight—a hint of ink decorating Hunter’s skin, a detail previously concealed beneath layers of clothing.

“You have a tattoo,” you remark, observing the design.

Hunter looks down at their arm, then meets your gaze, a mischievous glint in their eye. “I do,” they wink playfully, “It’s quite the crowd-pleaser.”

Soarine

Soarine takes up the bow confidently, nocking an arrow and drawing the string with precision. The arrows slice through the air, one after the other, each finding its mark dead center on the apples perched atop the dummies.

With a triumphant grin, Soarine turns towards you, her eyes gleaming with victory. “Looks like I’ve earned my wish,” she says, her tone teeming with playful triumph.

“And what would that be?” you inquire, curious about her request.

“I want you to spend the entire day with me,” she replies, her request sincere but delivered with a hint of jest.

• Choice • “I was already ordered to do so.”

"I know," Soarine smiles, “but I want it to be because you want to.”

Vincent

Before you can take one step out of the room, a sudden, unexpected impact crashes against your forehead. A startled yelp escapes your lips, your hand instinctively rising to the spot where a forceful knock just landed.

Vincent bows slightly, an apology slipping from his lips. “I apologize, I didn’t realize someone would walk out of the room just as I was about to knock,” he says in a flat, monotone voice, as if implying that the unexpected collision was somehow your fault.

• Choice • You casually wave your hand, “It is fine, accidents happen.”

Vincent’s response is an inscrutable nod, his expression barely altering.

Despite the years that have passed since your last encounter, his demeanor remains as cold and detached as you remember.