"Lady Nixie?” A figure clad in lightweight armor shaded dark red called out to the areas around him. His ears picked up the sounds of sobbing in the air, coming from a voice that was familiar to him and his recent memories of the riverside he stood on.
The ranger in armor let out another call, only to hear the sounds of the running river. It urged him to go further into the wooded areas in close proximity of the stream. Then, as he went further into the woods, he found himself getting closer to the sobber, right before the familiar visage of a weeping Mewman with dark blue hair appeared in his sights.
Eventually, the search led him to