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lazybox2023-06-09 05:33 am
oftheseventhstar) wrote in lazybox2023-06-09 05:33 am
hey lyre. hyre.
Aodhan has seen her around enough times, the young woman who hesitated far too long on the question of a name, the one with an accent that doesn't fit in among even the variation of Limsa Lominsa.
(Not that Aodhan has any room to talk. He barely speaks the tongue, and slides by under the grace of whatever power it was that touched him that night - and he knows the man behind the Adventurer's Guild's bar squinted just as much at his Meracydian script.)
She's running from something, he'd bet. And whatever that thing is... Well. The first and perhaps hardest-earned lesson of the Rogue's Guild, of the pirate city as a whole -
It never hurts to have someone to watch your back.
So out of the half-dozen adventurers, she's the one he picks out, practically melting out of the shadows surrounding the cave entrance. And better her than a total stranger - half the reason he's been staying hidden, after all, is that there's more than enough people gawking at his ears already. Viera aren't jsut an uncommon sight here, they're completely unknown.
A lift of his hand - equal parts 'wave' and 'see I'm not holding my weapon.' "I take it you're also for investigating the cavern," he says. "Care for some company? Better than going into the it alone."
(Not that Aodhan has any room to talk. He barely speaks the tongue, and slides by under the grace of whatever power it was that touched him that night - and he knows the man behind the Adventurer's Guild's bar squinted just as much at his Meracydian script.)
She's running from something, he'd bet. And whatever that thing is... Well. The first and perhaps hardest-earned lesson of the Rogue's Guild, of the pirate city as a whole -
It never hurts to have someone to watch your back.
So out of the half-dozen adventurers, she's the one he picks out, practically melting out of the shadows surrounding the cave entrance. And better her than a total stranger - half the reason he's been staying hidden, after all, is that there's more than enough people gawking at his ears already. Viera aren't jsut an uncommon sight here, they're completely unknown.
A lift of his hand - equal parts 'wave' and 'see I'm not holding my weapon.' "I take it you're also for investigating the cavern," he says. "Care for some company? Better than going into the it alone."
Re: let's set sail -
She watches the others gathered here with curiosity that he calls them 'kids;' in truth, she cannot help but feel the same--most people here do feel like children to her, though, to be fair--though it's interesting that he says so. He looks of an age with her, roughly, and M herself looks young enough that Baderon, concerned, had called her a kid the first time she'd wandered into The Drowning Wench, wondering if she was lost.
His calm demeanor does betray more experience than those fledgling adventurers, M supposes, and shrugs to herself. It should make it easier to fight beside him, at least.
Her hands rest on the hilts of the twin daggers she has sheathed at her hips; her arrival in Eorzea had been bewildering, but more than the new tail she now sports, more than the fact that she was alive at all--the most viscerally discomfiting fact of her baffling existence in Eorzea is the lack of her Iris, and thus, her Blade. She misses her twin rings dearly, and had searched for similar weapons around Limsa, but the closest she'd gotten to obtaining them had been a nugget of information about so-called Thavnairian martial dance. Troupes travelled, and arrived upon Limsa's shores not infrequently, and that would be her best chance to ask after such weapons, because most Eorzean weapon smiths would have no true idea or great skill in how to fashion her a pair.
Thus, in the meantime, she'd turned to both what was available to her and her long memories of Mios long gone, fighting as Ouroboros and collecting Blades beyond her own. She'd found herself led to the Rogue's Guild, and found comfort in having a weapon in each hand, even if they weren't truly hers.
"I'm good to go," she says softly, taking her hands from her daggers. "Lead the way."