"Tonberries."
Nathan was mere yalms from the edge of the tall bluffs at Swiftperch; the sounds of the sea below and the cool mists lifted by the winds were his only companions this night. The armored, yet sweet and flustered, blonde he'd met at the Quicksand the night before had been pleasant company, and he'd hoped to have gotten to know her a little better, despite her apparent naivete' and too-frequent mentions of her father, but the call to repay his debt to the innkeeper at Aleport had been too pressing, and so terrible necessities had given way to what could have been an interesting night indeed. However, the odd flyer had blown up to his feet on the road between the two La Noscean settlements, so something might yet come of it.
"Tonberry.. musicians."
He was stretched out on his sleeping pad, with the small tent nearby. The fire he'd built was down to glowing embers, but with the nearby torches of the farmstead, and the faint glow of Limsa Lominsa's towers in ready view, he still had enough light to read the flyer. Yet again.
"Oschon, you continue to remind me to be humble, even in my growing successes. Who am I to say no to providence?"
When the sun arose the next morning, he put the sunrise before him, and began the journey to Bronze Lake. Perhaps the show would be inspirational, and perhaps he might have call to pick up some new sounds, but at worst, there were always beautiful faces and bodies at the Springs there, and the mulled wine was quite refreshing, as he recalled, so what was there to lose? A good show made for good company, no matter which side of the stage he was on.
Nathan was mere yalms from the edge of the tall bluffs at Swiftperch; the sounds of the sea below and the cool mists lifted by the winds were his only companions this night. The armored, yet sweet and flustered, blonde he'd met at the Quicksand the night before had been pleasant company, and he'd hoped to have gotten to know her a little better, despite her apparent naivete' and too-frequent mentions of her father, but the call to repay his debt to the innkeeper at Aleport had been too pressing, and so terrible necessities had given way to what could have been an interesting night indeed. However, the odd flyer had blown up to his feet on the road between the two La Noscean settlements, so something might yet come of it.
"Tonberry.. musicians."
He was stretched out on his sleeping pad, with the small tent nearby. The fire he'd built was down to glowing embers, but with the nearby torches of the farmstead, and the faint glow of Limsa Lominsa's towers in ready view, he still had enough light to read the flyer. Yet again.
"Oschon, you continue to remind me to be humble, even in my growing successes. Who am I to say no to providence?"
When the sun arose the next morning, he put the sunrise before him, and began the journey to Bronze Lake. Perhaps the show would be inspirational, and perhaps he might have call to pick up some new sounds, but at worst, there were always beautiful faces and bodies at the Springs there, and the mulled wine was quite refreshing, as he recalled, so what was there to lose? A good show made for good company, no matter which side of the stage he was on.
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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