[open] hydaelyn's house for wayward souls

[exarchal]

Who: Anyone!
When: All of November.
Where: The Haven, at the "classy" grade house maintained by some people from the FFXIV cast.
What: It's mingle time. Drop by for a visit, make your own toplevel, maybe ask who that weird old guy sleeping in the yard is. (It's probably crystal grandpa.)
Warnings: Mind FFXIV spoiler warnings in threads!

[ Located past the fanciest manor houses is something a little more modest. The most prominent thing one would notice about it is the front yard, which someone obviously spends some time in, though the cutting of certain bushes is a little close to amateur. More importantly, it looks a little messy but very inviting, and there's almost always the smell of something warm and delicious coming from inside the house. The lush and flowering garden in the back has a recently-scrubbed fountain and running water, as well as a near-permanent host of small birds. Is it magic? Probably. Most of the flowers are roses, though, which are a bit hardier than your usual flowers.

The interior is just as cozy, with a fire in the hearth that's almost always going, and plenty of books loaned or purchased from shops. Furnishings are occasionally sparse but the kitchen is fully-stocked, as is the family room where most people spend their time. The dining table exists and it's nothing fancy, but there's almost always a smorgasbord of fruit and other snacks left out for visitors.

New this month are tiny sigils drawn in faintly glowing paint along the windows and doors. Teleportation wards are in place, as well as soundproofing for each bedroom (ahem), so anyone teleporting directly inside the house will find themselves repelled.

There is a spare housekey under the mat, though, if someone gets locked out. ]

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[exarchal]

[Probably not, actually. He might make sure Emet teleports into the sewers next time.]

Ah... I suppose you have endured a few ambushes in your time.

[He leads her inside, and waits to shut the door behind her. It won't do to let in the cold.]

What manner of host would not have tea? I imagine as someone from Ishgard, you would also have a fair fondness for hot drinks; I would be remiss if I did not keep some.

[He fills up a kettle with water and places it on the stove. It's a peculiar contraption, to be sure, but nothing he hasn't seen before in the Crystarium. While it starts to heat up, he fetches some teacups. But as he goes to reach for the sugar, he finds it's... been shoved to the back of the cupboard.

Ah. Right.

Damn you Emet-Selch.

He'll just... casually stand on his tiptoes for this.]

Do you prefer-- [HRNGHH] -- black tea or green tea? [Don't mind him standing on one foot to reach, this is normal.]

[inlikethebrume]

[You would just send him to live with his brethern so would it be truly bad? But it's nice to see the man not be stressed out as much, even while trying to reach for the back. It hurts to be smol doesn't it?]

Anything to keep the chill away and I would be content, nor am I picky on the flavors. As long as the tea is good, I shan't complain.

[Oof, poor guy.]

Would you...like me to try?