"Hmmmhmmm."Â
Her voice was a long draw, much like one would take from smoke. Irya licked her lips lightly, pausing as the small gem settled itself into her hand. Tossing her other "In"s of various job requests, adverts, bills for Sciarrone, and other assorted envelopes down upon her table, she kept a grip on the ol' crimson shiny alongside the parchment that so held it, finally taking the time to adjust her specs - and, with that, she could finally give things a more... thorough examination, other than the low thrumming she felt echo through it to her own aetherial reserves. A sensation she hadn't felt in years - a small shudder escaping her, her ears flattening down.
"Starlight, eh?"
This hardly fit into the small sum of presents she had received - her company and the motley crew of it giving her an odd assortment of things - none of which (or whom) would be (or give) any sort of gem. Of course, there was the name on it. Some kind of organization? Likely, she found herself responding, her eyes finally focusing in on the little engraving.
Odd. Looks to be a blade of some sort - a dagger? She squinted. Almost could call it a stiletto, of all things. How odd, considering... Nah, with all the folk about who use knives, could mean shite. Though, with how it seems to be... well, resonating...
She cupped her chin, settling the gem down atop all her other mail for a moment. Thinking. Concentrating. Perhaps her Starlight present was a puzzle, what with the path it so presented - and, unfortunately for her, her curiosity had been quite piqued. Perhaps this'd be something that treasure hunter Baragia might know of - but, that was for later. For now, she gathered her usual daily effects, wrapping the gem in silk and packing it alongside them. Perhaps she might find someone else with keener knowledge of them.
First she'd peruse the company library for even the vaguest mention of the name - and take any tome with such alongside her to Ul'dah. After all, tongues in the Quicksand are the most loose, and easiest to loosen up with a steady flow of gil and spirits... and rumors are quick to flow when adventurers begin wandering in to blather on about their most recent of conquests.
Her voice was a long draw, much like one would take from smoke. Irya licked her lips lightly, pausing as the small gem settled itself into her hand. Tossing her other "In"s of various job requests, adverts, bills for Sciarrone, and other assorted envelopes down upon her table, she kept a grip on the ol' crimson shiny alongside the parchment that so held it, finally taking the time to adjust her specs - and, with that, she could finally give things a more... thorough examination, other than the low thrumming she felt echo through it to her own aetherial reserves. A sensation she hadn't felt in years - a small shudder escaping her, her ears flattening down.
"Starlight, eh?"
This hardly fit into the small sum of presents she had received - her company and the motley crew of it giving her an odd assortment of things - none of which (or whom) would be (or give) any sort of gem. Of course, there was the name on it. Some kind of organization? Likely, she found herself responding, her eyes finally focusing in on the little engraving.
Odd. Looks to be a blade of some sort - a dagger? She squinted. Almost could call it a stiletto, of all things. How odd, considering... Nah, with all the folk about who use knives, could mean shite. Though, with how it seems to be... well, resonating...
She cupped her chin, settling the gem down atop all her other mail for a moment. Thinking. Concentrating. Perhaps her Starlight present was a puzzle, what with the path it so presented - and, unfortunately for her, her curiosity had been quite piqued. Perhaps this'd be something that treasure hunter Baragia might know of - but, that was for later. For now, she gathered her usual daily effects, wrapping the gem in silk and packing it alongside them. Perhaps she might find someone else with keener knowledge of them.
First she'd peruse the company library for even the vaguest mention of the name - and take any tome with such alongside her to Ul'dah. After all, tongues in the Quicksand are the most loose, and easiest to loosen up with a steady flow of gil and spirits... and rumors are quick to flow when adventurers begin wandering in to blather on about their most recent of conquests.
