Farica walked towards the entrance of the town which was a giant tree. She knew that there was a protective layer in the tree so she had to literally, 'storm the gates'. Smirking widely, the blonde had never forgotten the atmosphere of the place. "It's time to welcome me back." she said quietly as she made her way through into the town. It was different however, Farica rarely even recognizes the citizens that were roaming the area. Like... what? It was indeed a different sight.
Putting on her innocent and shy demeanour, she asked the nearest person for assistance. Herself. She didn't even need to ask someone, the blonde could just explore the town and maybe if someone asks who she is, she could just reply that she is 'new'. However, Farica is only adventuring for her scheme to work. Walking down the stone path, she came near to a small bakery. "Hello~!" greeting an old lady, she smiled sweetly. "I'm new!" what a great way to explain herself.
"Oh hello, sweetie!" the lady greets polite. "Unfortunately, I really need the money so I can't give you anything free that I have made... but, to make up to that I can surely tell you about the news of the town!" she offers and that's exactly what Farica needed. The news of the town... the blonde obviously hasn't been up to date on it since you know... she was kicked out sixteen years ago. But this is now the new generation, to find the weaknesses of Acantha! However, she could just go to a newspaper shop and read very quickly... but, let's just go with it.
"Yes please!" Farica accepted the offer, leaning on her elbows that were placed on the counter; her ears ready to hear the news that was going to be told by the old woman. The woman held up a newspaper that just said on the headline, 'The Mun Just Doesn't Care.'. That wasn't any use, to be honest. Just some lonely head not caring at all was no problem. "Um... thank you, I'll be taking my leave now..." and with that, the blonde turned on her heels and strutted away from the bakery, deeper into the town. She didn't exactly remembered where her old house was located, but someone probably just moved in it.
And there, is despair inside where there is hope. —- yet hope is also in despair too.