Running into Kahn'a last night as well as a man named Garrett had been happenstance, but it turned out to be something she needed. Something for her to do, keep her hands busy for a time. To get back into working with the ones she had first started working with, her friends...her family here on Eorzea.Â
Kahn'a would have the papers ready for her in a suns time though it hadn't even been a sun when she went to check her mail at the house. A smooth smile lifted to her pale lips at the hand writing upon the envelope that she pulled from the small box.Â
Thank you Kahn'a... I will be sure to tread carefully.
Fingers moved swiftly to open it up, and pull the parchment free. Already lavender eyes ran quickly over the writing of the transcripts as she unfolded the papers. Kanaria knew about where she had to be last night and now... She knew exactly where she needed to be, where to churn up the dirt to get what she would need to help her friends.
She would wait, she wasn't in any hurry, she had to any way. There were no additional papers for a warrant to dig dirt. Nightfall would have to come before she could head out so prepare is what she would do.Â
A cloak was gathered along with a shovel and a ruck sack to carry her treasure once she had her hands on it. She'd leave these behind for now, on the couch in their room. Their...
I need to tell Ossy... I'll need help.
She shook her head, it could wait, he was working it could wait. Feet took her out the door of their room, and out the door of the Red Wings. Right up to her trusty Horsebird, Sierra. "Come on..." She patted the side of her neck before climbing up on. "We've got a job to do." She steered the abyssal blue bird about face and took off. Headed for Dry Bone.
It didn't take her any time at all before she was moving though Dry Bone up to the cemetery. Pulling Sierra to a walk, the papers were pulled out and looked over again. Making doubly sure she knew where she had to go.Â
She caught the eyes of a few there, some mourning the loss of loved ones, others the caretakers of the chapel that was there along with the grounds. She'd not been here much, but she knew the difference between the two. She'd had her own bout with loss not all to long ago, so to those she gave a soft nod and a warm smile in passing, to the rest a polite smile. More than likely they would think nothing of her passing though... Perhaps she was looking to mourn the loss of a loved one herself.Â
Here. She pulled back the reins lightly and clawed feet stopped before the unmarked grave site. The dirt fairly fresh over the mound. Lavenders took a quick look about, then slipped off the chocobo and made for the side of the raised dirt to kneel.Â
Ten minuets was about all she needed to make it look good before mounting her bird again and heading out towards home.Â
"Ossy?"
"I need your help..."
"No, I'm safe. We'll talk when you get home."
"Love you, see you soon dearheart."
Kahn'a would have the papers ready for her in a suns time though it hadn't even been a sun when she went to check her mail at the house. A smooth smile lifted to her pale lips at the hand writing upon the envelope that she pulled from the small box.Â
Thank you Kahn'a... I will be sure to tread carefully.
Fingers moved swiftly to open it up, and pull the parchment free. Already lavender eyes ran quickly over the writing of the transcripts as she unfolded the papers. Kanaria knew about where she had to be last night and now... She knew exactly where she needed to be, where to churn up the dirt to get what she would need to help her friends.
She would wait, she wasn't in any hurry, she had to any way. There were no additional papers for a warrant to dig dirt. Nightfall would have to come before she could head out so prepare is what she would do.Â
A cloak was gathered along with a shovel and a ruck sack to carry her treasure once she had her hands on it. She'd leave these behind for now, on the couch in their room. Their...
I need to tell Ossy... I'll need help.
She shook her head, it could wait, he was working it could wait. Feet took her out the door of their room, and out the door of the Red Wings. Right up to her trusty Horsebird, Sierra. "Come on..." She patted the side of her neck before climbing up on. "We've got a job to do." She steered the abyssal blue bird about face and took off. Headed for Dry Bone.
It didn't take her any time at all before she was moving though Dry Bone up to the cemetery. Pulling Sierra to a walk, the papers were pulled out and looked over again. Making doubly sure she knew where she had to go.Â
She caught the eyes of a few there, some mourning the loss of loved ones, others the caretakers of the chapel that was there along with the grounds. She'd not been here much, but she knew the difference between the two. She'd had her own bout with loss not all to long ago, so to those she gave a soft nod and a warm smile in passing, to the rest a polite smile. More than likely they would think nothing of her passing though... Perhaps she was looking to mourn the loss of a loved one herself.Â
Here. She pulled back the reins lightly and clawed feet stopped before the unmarked grave site. The dirt fairly fresh over the mound. Lavenders took a quick look about, then slipped off the chocobo and made for the side of the raised dirt to kneel.Â
Ten minuets was about all she needed to make it look good before mounting her bird again and heading out towards home.Â
"Ossy?"
"I need your help..."
"No, I'm safe. We'll talk when you get home."
"Love you, see you soon dearheart."
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"Take a moment to step into my shoes, I'm sure you'll be seeing things in a different light."Â
