It had been some time since Edda had been in Gridania. The thick canopy of trees, the sound of nature, the tranquil air of the city – it all struck a sharp contrast with Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa. She was not so familiar with the Black Shroud as she was with other regions, though she supposed she was as much a stranger to Thanalan and Limsa Lominsa as she was to Gridania, despite her time spent there. The chaos of population still managed to awe her.
Jancis led her through the city with as much practice as a native would. It occurred to Edda that she knew little about the kind woman, even through their many conversations and encounters. She was a skilled conjurer, that much was certain, so it was understandable that she knew the area. Her mannerisms and way of speaking were different, though not in a jarring way. Despite the trust Edda placed in the woman, it felt odd to realize she was a near-mystery. Not an entirely unwelcome feeling, but a strange one, as if she herself had missed something somewhere, or committed some type of wrong. It was silly, and Edda brushed the feeling aside with a small shake of her head.
Jancis continued to speak as she led her down to the ferry. Truly, the way she spoke was perplexing, her voice light and cheerful, yet full of a learned wisdom. Though a response to the woman’s eager words escaped her, Edda felt herself smiling in a response to the woman’s own expression. Perhaps this was not so bad an idea after all.
“Do you have any expectation of our time together?â€
This was an unexpected question, and one that made Edda think. She paused as the two boarded the ferry.
“I am not so sure,†Edda began, slowly. “It has been some time since I received any sort of lessons in this regard. Most of what I remember was being taught to channel and control my aether in a variety of different ways.â€
And there had been plenty of that. A focus on conjury for her perceived natural talent, a dabble in thaumaturgy, and a brief overview of basic arcanima. The lessons had been as much for the benefit of learning those magicks as it was for the family profession. If she could not control her aether, she could not work.
“I am confident that both you and I know that I do not need training in such basics,†Edda said with a sheepish smile. “Beyond that, I am not at all sure what to expect. I imagine us traveling to the Shroud serves a purpose - but what purpose, I could not say.â€
Edda turned away as the ferry made its way across the Whispering Gorge and towards the East Shroud. The scenery was unlike anything she had ever seen, with massive trees growing out of the placid water, the streaks of sunlight beaming down through the breaks in the canopy. Edda breathed in the clear air, and sighed. Even now, it amazed her that she could feel such peace.
The ferry arrived at Sweetbloom Pier and the two women disembarked onto the docks. Edda turned to Jancis and smiled nervously. Judging by the map she had provided they still had a ways to walk.
Jancis led her through the city with as much practice as a native would. It occurred to Edda that she knew little about the kind woman, even through their many conversations and encounters. She was a skilled conjurer, that much was certain, so it was understandable that she knew the area. Her mannerisms and way of speaking were different, though not in a jarring way. Despite the trust Edda placed in the woman, it felt odd to realize she was a near-mystery. Not an entirely unwelcome feeling, but a strange one, as if she herself had missed something somewhere, or committed some type of wrong. It was silly, and Edda brushed the feeling aside with a small shake of her head.
Jancis continued to speak as she led her down to the ferry. Truly, the way she spoke was perplexing, her voice light and cheerful, yet full of a learned wisdom. Though a response to the woman’s eager words escaped her, Edda felt herself smiling in a response to the woman’s own expression. Perhaps this was not so bad an idea after all.
“Do you have any expectation of our time together?â€
This was an unexpected question, and one that made Edda think. She paused as the two boarded the ferry.
“I am not so sure,†Edda began, slowly. “It has been some time since I received any sort of lessons in this regard. Most of what I remember was being taught to channel and control my aether in a variety of different ways.â€
And there had been plenty of that. A focus on conjury for her perceived natural talent, a dabble in thaumaturgy, and a brief overview of basic arcanima. The lessons had been as much for the benefit of learning those magicks as it was for the family profession. If she could not control her aether, she could not work.
“I am confident that both you and I know that I do not need training in such basics,†Edda said with a sheepish smile. “Beyond that, I am not at all sure what to expect. I imagine us traveling to the Shroud serves a purpose - but what purpose, I could not say.â€
Edda turned away as the ferry made its way across the Whispering Gorge and towards the East Shroud. The scenery was unlike anything she had ever seen, with massive trees growing out of the placid water, the streaks of sunlight beaming down through the breaks in the canopy. Edda breathed in the clear air, and sighed. Even now, it amazed her that she could feel such peace.
The ferry arrived at Sweetbloom Pier and the two women disembarked onto the docks. Edda turned to Jancis and smiled nervously. Judging by the map she had provided they still had a ways to walk.