Jancis stood there outside of Gridania in the river, letting the current rush over her in the early morning. She was grateful to be in the Twelveswood and feel the backlash of aetheric power flush away.
She looked at her hands and curled them; it took all night to recover from her blunder the previous night. Lady Tsubasa had something quite unnatural, a corruption written in aether flowing in her veins. Though Jancis tried to overpower it, she slipped up and her force was flung back at her. Luckily, she only had to deal with a bruised back and the poisoning.Â
The thing that felt the worst was failing the girl. Jancis still heard the girl's quiet plea. Tsubasa had lost control of her own limbs and put some of her companions in danger. Master Vann was beside himself with dealing with the situation and lost on how to properly help.
That man, Jancis was lost on the curious lifestyle that was beyond most things she had ever experienced or read about. He was so unlike the heroes, the dignitaries, the royalty of any story. He was an oddity, surely, but so was she. This man was like a river within a city, making gil flow like water, and supporting that purpose was important.
Turning her thoughts, she looked out into the trees. She was here for another purpose. She was following the rumors on the wind, back in Ul'dah here to Gridania, about a dark-haired miqo'te she was desperately searching for. The wild one had called him her hunter. She took that title to heart and it emboldened her.
Standing up and returning to Gridania, she continued her pursuit of her hunter.
She looked at her hands and curled them; it took all night to recover from her blunder the previous night. Lady Tsubasa had something quite unnatural, a corruption written in aether flowing in her veins. Though Jancis tried to overpower it, she slipped up and her force was flung back at her. Luckily, she only had to deal with a bruised back and the poisoning.Â
The thing that felt the worst was failing the girl. Jancis still heard the girl's quiet plea. Tsubasa had lost control of her own limbs and put some of her companions in danger. Master Vann was beside himself with dealing with the situation and lost on how to properly help.
That man, Jancis was lost on the curious lifestyle that was beyond most things she had ever experienced or read about. He was so unlike the heroes, the dignitaries, the royalty of any story. He was an oddity, surely, but so was she. This man was like a river within a city, making gil flow like water, and supporting that purpose was important.
Turning her thoughts, she looked out into the trees. She was here for another purpose. She was following the rumors on the wind, back in Ul'dah here to Gridania, about a dark-haired miqo'te she was desperately searching for. The wild one had called him her hunter. She took that title to heart and it emboldened her.
Standing up and returning to Gridania, she continued her pursuit of her hunter.
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