Rurutani walked the outskirts of Ul'dah, the sand whipping up in a light windstorm, the small pebbles plinking against his Paladin armor. His short white hair was a bit tousled and the heat was ferocious but he maintained his smile. Another day back home and he was finding his footing again. He'd made a mental note to himself that later in the week he wanted to try and approach one of the Sultansworn. He didn't know if he would even be allowed to attempt to join again, but he wanted to try.
If ye don't try I'll slap ye upside the head, Flit.Â
He smiled. Zhi was always with him now whether he wanted her to be or not, though these days she was much more pleasant than she was before when he felt lost. "Don't worry...I will." He replied. The words were a soft mutter as he paused to take a drink of water from a small canteen he'd brought with him. He was enjoying the drink and lost in thought when the large Hyur Highlander hand pushed him out of the way, making him spit some of the liquid out onto the dry sands that gratefully stole it away. Â
"Out of the way boy." The man said gruffly. Ruru looked stunned as he saw the large man with the beard stalk past him, but not more so than what Ruru saw in tow. Following the man was a chocobo and riding it was a young blue-haired Miqo'te woman giving him quite the sneer. Behind her was another Miqo'te, male this time, and in front of him, a female Miqo'te, a red-head.
And she was bound.
It wasn't obvious, but his eye'd been trained to see the subtle hidden things. His time in Limsa had made him more than just a simple man being shoved aside for a caravan. His armor allowed him an air of authority and the male Miqo'te did flash him a quick glance as they passed, one that said 'stay out of this.'
The woman....th' bound one. She look a bit familiar to ye? He heard Zhi ask and he nodded as the memory slammed home fast. He'd run into her, literally, in Limsa.
When he was a killer and she was a Yellowjacket.
And now she was being taken to the west....toward the caves and the refugee camp.
Ye know ye can just walk away from this.
For a second he considered it. Just turning, going back into the city, to find the Sultansworn and moving beyond what he'd just seen. But he couldn't. The Twelve had fated them to see each other again and he had the choice to help her. To be the good man he wanted to be.
To redeem himself. After some time and the group had moved out of sight, he took a deep breath and began to follow.
If ye don't try I'll slap ye upside the head, Flit.Â
He smiled. Zhi was always with him now whether he wanted her to be or not, though these days she was much more pleasant than she was before when he felt lost. "Don't worry...I will." He replied. The words were a soft mutter as he paused to take a drink of water from a small canteen he'd brought with him. He was enjoying the drink and lost in thought when the large Hyur Highlander hand pushed him out of the way, making him spit some of the liquid out onto the dry sands that gratefully stole it away. Â
"Out of the way boy." The man said gruffly. Ruru looked stunned as he saw the large man with the beard stalk past him, but not more so than what Ruru saw in tow. Following the man was a chocobo and riding it was a young blue-haired Miqo'te woman giving him quite the sneer. Behind her was another Miqo'te, male this time, and in front of him, a female Miqo'te, a red-head.
And she was bound.
It wasn't obvious, but his eye'd been trained to see the subtle hidden things. His time in Limsa had made him more than just a simple man being shoved aside for a caravan. His armor allowed him an air of authority and the male Miqo'te did flash him a quick glance as they passed, one that said 'stay out of this.'
The woman....th' bound one. She look a bit familiar to ye? He heard Zhi ask and he nodded as the memory slammed home fast. He'd run into her, literally, in Limsa.
When he was a killer and she was a Yellowjacket.
And now she was being taken to the west....toward the caves and the refugee camp.
Ye know ye can just walk away from this.
For a second he considered it. Just turning, going back into the city, to find the Sultansworn and moving beyond what he'd just seen. But he couldn't. The Twelve had fated them to see each other again and he had the choice to help her. To be the good man he wanted to be.
To redeem himself. After some time and the group had moved out of sight, he took a deep breath and began to follow.
