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middaeg2020-09-26 12:26 am
wordsinthesoul) wrote in middaeg2020-09-26 12:26 am
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Who: Thancred and you
When: Ageril (backdated), Septeril
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: Canon update, quests
Warnings: Possibly getting into some nightmares in threads?
1. Update/mirror hall
[He’s been to the hall of mirrors a few times, trying to work out something more about them. No good so far, but today he finds his feet carrying him there all the same. It worries him, but once he’s in front of his own mirror, the compulsion vanishes- the surface of the mirror seeming to ripple instead. He blinks, leaning in, one hand reaching out to touch the glass. While his expression darkens a few times, he keeps his eyes on the mirror, taking in as much of the images as he can. When it’s done, he stays there for a moment, waiting- offering a little trill, though that doesn’t seem to affect it at all.]
Ah. So that’s what’s been happening, then. That’s… [He closes his eyes for a moment. There are still pieces missing, he’s sure- he doesn’t remember anything about the First- but Minfilia… Urianger’s plan, and then the campaign for Ala Mhigo…. There’s a bittersweet smile on his face as he pulls away, looking a little more ruffled than before.]. Well. That’s an interesting way of getting news.
2. Music
[Really, it’s time he picked up an instrument proper, for himself. A traveller’s harp suits him well enough, at least for the moment- perhaps he’ll pick out something else later. It’s not for the bars, yet, not until he’s worked through some of the tunes he’s thinking of. He picks out a few chords, before settling into a more comfortable position. It’s only the start of something, and he seems a little uncertain of the style. He’ll look up if someone decides to stop nearby.]
Come to listen?
3. Augeril Quest - Forget-Me-Nots
[Flowers to honour the dead, hm? There are certainly a few he can think of to pick, back in Eorzea.- not the same, but the meaning is the same. It makes sense, but then he wonders-]
Is
4. An Apple a Day
[This task sounds straightforward enough- at least until Thancred spots the first of the moths, and grimaces.]
I assume we’ll need to look for preventative measures next year- this can’t be good for the harvest. Nor the trees…
[It’s probably better than leaving them there on the tree, though. He reaches out for one of the apples that are currently free of moths- but close enough that one of them flutters, disturbed. Thancred pulls back, wings fluttering anxiously, but that doesn’t keep the powder away.]
Hells-
[He freezes for a moment- shakes his head.] No- there are apples, that’s- right. Isn’t it?
5. Sneaky Squirrels
[He has… some experience? With… one, that decided it wanted to be friendly enough.
Having a whole pile of would-be thieves, though, is turning out to be something of another matter. Thancred’s ears flick in irritation, as he crossed his arms.]
At this point, I’m tempted to say we should relocate the lot of them and have done with it. Or perhaps bait them to a different area, at least. We do need to find something they’ll care for that much, though… Any thoughts?
When: Ageril (backdated), Septeril
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: Canon update, quests
Warnings: Possibly getting into some nightmares in threads?
1. Update/mirror hall
[He’s been to the hall of mirrors a few times, trying to work out something more about them. No good so far, but today he finds his feet carrying him there all the same. It worries him, but once he’s in front of his own mirror, the compulsion vanishes- the surface of the mirror seeming to ripple instead. He blinks, leaning in, one hand reaching out to touch the glass. While his expression darkens a few times, he keeps his eyes on the mirror, taking in as much of the images as he can. When it’s done, he stays there for a moment, waiting- offering a little trill, though that doesn’t seem to affect it at all.]
Ah. So that’s what’s been happening, then. That’s… [He closes his eyes for a moment. There are still pieces missing, he’s sure- he doesn’t remember anything about the First- but Minfilia… Urianger’s plan, and then the campaign for Ala Mhigo…. There’s a bittersweet smile on his face as he pulls away, looking a little more ruffled than before.]. Well. That’s an interesting way of getting news.
2. Music
[Really, it’s time he picked up an instrument proper, for himself. A traveller’s harp suits him well enough, at least for the moment- perhaps he’ll pick out something else later. It’s not for the bars, yet, not until he’s worked through some of the tunes he’s thinking of. He picks out a few chords, before settling into a more comfortable position. It’s only the start of something, and he seems a little uncertain of the style. He’ll look up if someone decides to stop nearby.]
Come to listen?
3. Augeril Quest - Forget-Me-Nots
[Flowers to honour the dead, hm? There are certainly a few he can think of to pick, back in Eorzea.- not the same, but the meaning is the same. It makes sense, but then he wonders-]
Is
4. An Apple a Day
[This task sounds straightforward enough- at least until Thancred spots the first of the moths, and grimaces.]
I assume we’ll need to look for preventative measures next year- this can’t be good for the harvest. Nor the trees…
[It’s probably better than leaving them there on the tree, though. He reaches out for one of the apples that are currently free of moths- but close enough that one of them flutters, disturbed. Thancred pulls back, wings fluttering anxiously, but that doesn’t keep the powder away.]
Hells-
[He freezes for a moment- shakes his head.] No- there are apples, that’s- right. Isn’t it?
5. Sneaky Squirrels
[He has… some experience? With… one, that decided it wanted to be friendly enough.
Having a whole pile of would-be thieves, though, is turning out to be something of another matter. Thancred’s ears flick in irritation, as he crossed his arms.]
At this point, I’m tempted to say we should relocate the lot of them and have done with it. Or perhaps bait them to a different area, at least. We do need to find something they’ll care for that much, though… Any thoughts?
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I regret a few things. Only a few.
[ She pauses, gliding silently for a bit. ]
...you... won't break our Bond, will you?
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[He does a little flip, looking at her.]
No. I thought- well, we'll still look out for each other, won't we?