At this point, Sara didn't much care that constantly looking at her pocket watch was only slowing her sense of time, flipping it open and closed was at least occupying her attention. From where she was, she could see a number of people loading various goods onto the ferry for market, as well as people boarding for general appointments in Xenon. The folk here lived simply, but they were kind-hearted. She wondered why there needed to be much of a guard presence at all on Miris.
Over on land, Sara lifted her eyes and spotted the same farm boy from up the road, promptly joined by the chocobo keeper girl atop a pretty white chocobo. At first, Sara thought it a coincidence to see them again, but wasn't there mention of selling vegetables or something? If so, then why was the boy still on the shore and not on the ferry.
A mechanic came up to the wide gangway to address anyone nearby. "Alright, she's fixed!" He shouted, causing a sound of relief to emanate from the passengers, "All aboard for Xenon!"
Sara snapped her watch shut one last time and replaced it in her pocket, before lifting her weapon and finding a place to better brace herself. Those kids had better hurry up.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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Fendros looked forward and hummed in thought. They had run through all of the things he had thought of on the way to Vos, but she was right, there was still more of the day left. As they wandered forward, he wondered if it would be nice just to keep walking and see where they ended up. They hadn't looked through every corner of Vos after all. It was either that or do something similar for the outskirts of the city as Ahnasha suggested.
After a small amount of consideration, Fendros decided that he would prefer to explore an area without so many prying eyes second guessing him. Eerondil had mentioned that most of the populace were generally fine, but it was still making him uncomfortable. "I like the idea of taking a look around the outskirts," Fendros decided, "We never really got to look around those parts."
After a small amount of consideration, Fendros decided that he would prefer to explore an area without so many prying eyes second guessing him. Eerondil had mentioned that most of the populace were generally fine, but it was still making him uncomfortable. "I like the idea of taking a look around the outskirts," Fendros decided, "We never really got to look around those parts."
Well, the first class finished early, so yay! Time for a quick post!
"I suppose you're right," Fendros replied, pulling off a piece of the skewered meat he had bought. He could taste a number of nice flavours in the snack, but he felt as if most of his father's lauding of Dunmer food stemmed from nostalgia.
It made Fendros uneasy for a moment to hear that Ahnasha knew of a way to cure lycanthropy, or at least implying it. He had gone off the assumption that there was no cure since Sabine had said so on day one. Fendros wondered what was about the cure that made it out of reach, but that was a question for another time. "I think you're correct in expecting some adolescent rebellion. We'll deal with it as it comes."
The snacks didn't last long between them, but it served to at least tide them over. "Was there anything else that you wanted to see today?" Fendros asked.
It made Fendros uneasy for a moment to hear that Ahnasha knew of a way to cure lycanthropy, or at least implying it. He had gone off the assumption that there was no cure since Sabine had said so on day one. Fendros wondered what was about the cure that made it out of reach, but that was a question for another time. "I think you're correct in expecting some adolescent rebellion. We'll deal with it as it comes."
The snacks didn't last long between them, but it served to at least tide them over. "Was there anything else that you wanted to see today?" Fendros asked.
It died with my appeal for the Black Eyed Peas.
I'll get a response in after a few hours. Classes today.
Fendros listened to every word as they shuffled around the stalls. Ahnasha certainly had a very different experience with her parents to Fendros. Sure, he was fated to take over the winery at some point, but he'd just about accepted that fact. And even though he didn't have the highest opinion of his father, at least he seemed to pay attention. Having a father such as Ahnasha's must have been very frustrating for her.
"I see," Fendros replied sympathetically. He stopped by a stall that was selling skewered guar meat that had been heavily marinated and carried a mouth-watering and rich smell. They still had a few of coins, enough for one skewer each. Fendros bought two and handed one to Ahnasha with a smile. Some new thoughts had come into his head that seemed to quieten him as they moved on. Once at a point in the crowd where he believed no one would be paying attention, he slowed his pace and leaned his head to one side, closer to Ahnasha to speak to her. His face was not distressed, but his words carried a small concern. "Now that we're going to be parents, it has me thinking," Fendros paused, twisting his mouth in thought, then switched to a tone that was not likely to be overheard, "Will our child accept the life it is going to be born into? I mean, lycans don't often get to choose, but... it will be born that way."
"I see," Fendros replied sympathetically. He stopped by a stall that was selling skewered guar meat that had been heavily marinated and carried a mouth-watering and rich smell. They still had a few of coins, enough for one skewer each. Fendros bought two and handed one to Ahnasha with a smile. Some new thoughts had come into his head that seemed to quieten him as they moved on. Once at a point in the crowd where he believed no one would be paying attention, he slowed his pace and leaned his head to one side, closer to Ahnasha to speak to her. His face was not distressed, but his words carried a small concern. "Now that we're going to be parents, it has me thinking," Fendros paused, twisting his mouth in thought, then switched to a tone that was not likely to be overheard, "Will our child accept the life it is going to be born into? I mean, lycans don't often get to choose, but... it will be born that way."
Wait, DAMN IT! I must have unsubscribed to the interest check thread mere moments before the GM came back to update it. Phooey.
I may end up making either a black mage or a ranged character later, but by no means should you guys wait until I get it up. I'm still unsure about whether the character will work, or even whether I'll be able to commit to this with my current circumstances. I don't want to hold anyone up and I can easily manage jumping in partway through if need be.
Also, I hope the GM hasn't disappeared for good in this new instance.
I may end up making either a black mage or a ranged character later, but by no means should you guys wait until I get it up. I'm still unsure about whether the character will work, or even whether I'll be able to commit to this with my current circumstances. I don't want to hold anyone up and I can easily manage jumping in partway through if need be.
Also, I hope the GM hasn't disappeared for good in this new instance.
Well, if we're on the subject, I spent my Sunday recovering from a friend's 21st birthday party and studying. How about you, BlazeGamma?
"Of course," Fendros said with a wave, adjusting the bag of soul gems over his shoulder before following Ahnasha outside. Once outside, Earondil's offer gave Fendros pause for consideration. He wasn't sure that he wanted to know about his experiences, but it had piqued his curiosity. Well, it would also depend on whether they would have the time before the raid on the coven.
Walking alongside Ahnasha, Fendros agreed with her comments. "It's very heartening," He nodded, "He is a kind man, that Eerondil." Fendros decided to just walk with Ahnasha amongst the rest of the markets. He had planned on buying something to eat, but with the coin they had left, they would likely only have enough for a snack each. He kept his eyes and nose open. He hadn't decided what to get, but his stomach grumbled already. "Didn't you say that your father was a Bosmer? What was he like?" Fendros said, his neck craned upwards at the grills and pans of various morsels being cooked in the market stalls.
Walking alongside Ahnasha, Fendros agreed with her comments. "It's very heartening," He nodded, "He is a kind man, that Eerondil." Fendros decided to just walk with Ahnasha amongst the rest of the markets. He had planned on buying something to eat, but with the coin they had left, they would likely only have enough for a snack each. He kept his eyes and nose open. He hadn't decided what to get, but his stomach grumbled already. "Didn't you say that your father was a Bosmer? What was he like?" Fendros said, his neck craned upwards at the grills and pans of various morsels being cooked in the market stalls.
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