A darker night than typically what one would have suspected within Era. It held a level of emptiness to it, one that stripped away at the sense of safety and peace within the city. Unsurprisingly, given the events which had taken place only a short time ago. It was for that reason that as much the eeriness felt out of place; the people having joined together in an effort to erase the memories of what had occurred, to instead paint the image of an Era united than that of an Era recovering.

They wandered the streets in relative peace, unphased, perhaps even ignorant to that of what the people had suffered in the past. She had been there for the recent attack, even trying to assist in one of the skirmishes which took place, though her contributions proved to be little more than artificial, inconsequential at best. Perhaps it was what gave her reliability to wander the streets, her efforts - while minor - showed the destructive power that she possessed. Perhaps the reasonable belief that the same attackers who struck Era would not do so again in such a short time. Maybe it were those reasons, perhaps others that she did not know herself, but to limit herself and otherwise fear what the night may bring, it was a weakness Leyaria would rather not possess.

Geth wandered beside her, keeping close like that of a pet to its owner. For that reason, Leyaria was actually more content with how quiet things seemed to be. Had the streets been more populated, had the crowds which flooded Era's night life been out in force, that would be little reason to believe that Geth would not have wandered off intrigued as to the goings on. That had proven not to be a concern thus far, though Leyaria couldn't help but feel the need to glance down every so often, if for no other reason than to satisfying the nagging worry in the back of her mind.

The fields in which the children often played were frequently amongst the more popular areas of Era during the day, and even during the night they were often quite filled. Tonight, it appeared to have been an anomaly, seemingly isolated. Empty. It was peculiar - if not outright odd - that in spite of its apparent vacancy, there was a distinct charm to it, much like during the day.

A quick glance inside showed the field to appear just as it appeared from the outside; more like that of a void than of a location that one could see children by the dozens flocking to routinely. it was spacious, at the very least, but difficult to believe that even at night this place could have drawn as much attention as it had historically in the past. As she continued to walk, Leyaria found herself less and less impressed by what she saw, even becoming a bit bored.

The scent was perhaps the only thing in which took away from the otherwise blandness of things. A person. But of a person that she was familiar with? Vaguely so perhaps; there appeared neither a face nor a name to which she could recall it towards, other than perhaps a faint memory, little more. Albeit eerie, Leyaria continued as to the same pace that she walked before, though on slightly higher alert, until either the individual had departed or she could otherwise recall whom it was that she was smelling.

It always seemed that for as well as an individual may have prepared themselves, for as many of the minor things in which they felt that they had addressed, the reality seemed to be that often what hurt them most was in actuality what was just in plain sight. The most glaring things which a person would otherwise recognize and identify were instead glaring omissions, utterly forgotten until it was far too late. Leyaria had figured that she was smarter than that. She had made the right move in picking up on the presence of the individual, recognizing that they had a scent that she was at least familiar with. She hadn't figured though that in her attempt to be alert that she would neglect to simply look forward.

A man stood before her, one of the lights within the park flickering every so often, the occasions to which it appeared functioning almost casting a spotlight upon the man. The distance between them had proven to not be nearly as far as she perhaps had first expected it to have been. Close enough in fact that the words echoed by the man, the hollowness and a surprisingly cruel tone further amplifying it, were enough to get Leyaria to stop in her tracks, her heart racing slightly.

It was both a surprise, not only his introduction, his appearance, his tone, all of that bundled into one, but also that he had brought up the battles which had struck Era only days earlier. It was then that Leyaria realized why it was that the scent of him felt familiar, though there were still a question that remained, just who exactly, or where exactly had he been? She didn't recognize his voice neither his face, but all the while seemed to know his scent for some reason. She wanted to say something, to acknowledge that what the man speculated was true, but she found herself cut off before she could quite pick out the appropriate words. He said that he was the invisible force that there, which had the Dragon Slayer wondering just what he meant.

What invisible entity? Things had been moving so quickly during that fight in the woods that it was difficult to completely process what had been going. Was the man there? If he were invisible, how would was she exactly supposed to believe him? It was something that anyone could seemingly say, and while she did recognize his scent, it was impossible to say just where it was that she had first noticed it. Could it have been during the battle in the woods, it was possible, though just as likely that she smelled him the other day as she was walking through the streets.

A small thud sound disrupted her train of thought as an orange ball fell to the ground, the light which had been previously flickering seemed to resolve it, constantly casting down upon the man. Geth, having watched the scene play out, seemed to echo out a sound of approval, thoroughly enjoying what it saw, almost hoping for the man to do it again.

Leyaria smirked as she looked up to the light, piecing it alongside the remark the man had made. It was hardly elegant, but effective. And it had managed to entertain Geth, which was a benefit. She did not see it initially until Geth had moved from its stationary position, looking ready to lung for the orange ball which had bounced in her general direction. Before though, Geth turned towards Leyaria, as if hoping for approval to get the ball. "So long as you keep close," she said with a smile on her face that was only widened at the sight of the small golem creature treating the ball like it were a priceless artifact and long-lost toy.

She cast her eyes back at the man, the cruelness of his voice still being one in which was a bit difficult to get used to. Whether he intended for it or not, in his words carried apparent malice, a seriousness that few people so passively carried. However the man may have meant it to sound, Leyaria couldn't help but find herself off put by the man's word, the accusatory tone in which he seemed to speak to her, particularly that she had not done anything to warrant it. "I'm just going for a walk," she said, her words coming off harsher than perhaps meant to. "All I've seen of this city has been this crazy, nonstop pandemonium. I wanted to take a chance to try to appreciate the calmness, however brief that may be."

Having kept her eyes focused on the man, Leyaria remained where she stood, the distance between the two of them relatively close, the size difference between the two being quite clear. "What about you, huh? Why are you here?"

Of what she remembered of that day, of the encounter that had taken place deep within the woods just outside of Era, there was one distinct thing to which Leyaria recalled with utter clarity; just how difficult it was for her to tell who among the participants in the fight were allies, and who were enemies. It felt as though the circumstances were mirroring themselves here. This man, he wasn't like that of some of the other people to whom Leyaria had come to meet over the past several weeks, throughout her travels within both Crocus and now Era. While others had carried themselves in a relatively similar manner, this man was the exception; there was a hint of cockiness, but really more vagueness than anything else. Even now, he spoke in apparent tongues, echoing out cryptic words that had Leyaria unsure of whether to perceive them as a threat or just ramblings.

Leyaria simply looked at the man, confused as to just what he was angling at. Was this man intending to intimidate her? While she appeared stoic, there indeed was a part of her that was concerned, not so much at what the man said, but rather of how he spoke. There had been no lacking of crazy people that Leyaria had come across throughout her life, especially within the poorest parts of Hargeon Town and it was clear in how they spoke that there was a lacking of believability to them. That wasn't the case in this man, even though what he had said only a moment earlier was sufficient enough to throw him into the same category. As she listened, it became clearer to her that this was what this man genuinely believed, and that he may very well have been as sane as her or most people.

But for what the man spoke of, it had little bearing ultimately on Leyaria. It was still unclear of just what to make of him, and for what he had been saying, it hadn't answered whether or not he was truthful about earlier. He hadn't given her any reason to believe that he had actually been present in the battle alongside Leyaria, nothing that couldn't have been simply the result of an educated guess or ignorance on Leyaria's part. It wasn't until the man had spoken of the Blue Pegasus mage, that she had actually begun to think perhaps the man was more aware of what happened than what she believed him to be.

Granted, she had known of where or what guild the man had come from, but she remembered him. He fought alongside what looked to have been some sort of creature, one in which was able to manipulate his size multiple times greater than that of what was normally capable. If he were truly from Blue Pegasus, then perhaps this man was more aware to things than she gave him credit for. Though, what really prompted Leyaria to change her stance on the man was when he spoke of the female who had been injured. She recalled that distinctively, the sounds of a woman apparently suffering some sort of injury, a man running away, and her giving chase. When she heard this, Leyaria found it difficult to disregard the man any further.

"You'll forgive me if I don't much recall you," Leyaria said with a smirk upon her face. If the man were truly to be believed, then his claim of being invisible should have been as well. And had it turned out to be the case, then there wouldn't have been any way for Leyaria to know that she could have struck him. Come to think of it, she hadn't anticipated that the spell she cast would have been detonated as early as it had been either. Considering the circumstances, she couldn't help but feel that she couldn't have been sole to blame, though as well knew that people were loathed to accept guilt themselves. Hoping to build at least some sort of rapport, she sighed in defeat, "But if so, sorry."

If there had been one thing that she had taken notice to what the man was saying, it was that the man had seemingly avoided the question entirely as to why he was there. Everything that she had gathered from this interaction between the two thus far had been that this man - however odd he may have come across as - was knowledgeable, knowing a far greater deal about Leyaria than that of which she knew of the man. And it seemed too that he was intent on keeping it this way, openly dismissing her question and prompting another one for the young Dragon Slayer. "Hold on now. Don't you think it's fair that you at least tell me something about you? I take it you're not a local either, so how about you give me something first." A faint smile appeared on Leyaria's face as she looked at the man, "You give me your name, maybe actually answer my question as to why you're here, and then I'll give you my name. I'd say that's fair, don't you?" It was tough to tell how the man may have reacted, how inclined he would be to answer. It was clear enough that he was curious of Leyaria, which she didn't see too much issue with. But his evasiveness, that she found a bit less reassuring.