Entry Six
Reaping the Whirlwind
Gods' Grace... I never quite expected life to become so vibrant by joining a Free Company. Almost every evening has been filled with new face after new face, in a blur of new arrivals, important figureheads, and plenty of comings and goings. I've lost count of how many people I've only made passing acquaintance with, and yet others that have created a more lasting impression.
Foremost among these is young Seiko Murakami. Despite her young age, I find the young Raen Au Ra to be an exceptional companion and conversationalist. There is something refreshing about her optimism and faithful view of the world that warms the heart. A powerful wisdom radiates from her, though, when she speaks. She is not your typical youngling, quick to word and deed without much thought between. There is a contemplative feeling to her that I find quite admirable. While she seems somewhat reserved, perhaps even shy, there is a soothing, friendly core to her that I think people would find welcome.
I've been spending more time around Emeraven Stormrose as well; the Miqo'te maid proves to be excellent company, though she seems a bit more taciturn than most. It seems many of the people I've been drawn to of late all serve the Support Branch of the Harbingers; I suppose I should take that as providence as to where I belong. "Birds of a feather..." as the old adage goes. Miss Stormrose -- as I call her since she has yet to give me permission to use her given name -- seems to share my opinion about being in Support and has even encouraged me to speak to the Support Saint or her Lieutenant.
Among the Company there is also Barios Cuarn; a curiosity if ever there was one. He is a blind man in a Company full of warriors and craftsmen. I find myself both curious as to what capacity he serves in, as well as the matter of how he lost his sight. From what I've gathered, it was some nineteen years ago, thus making it prior to the Calamity -- so that tragedy is not to be blamed for his condition. I have also seen his eyes in passing, they seem almost normal, save for being very pale. Regardless, there seem to be few who pay him much mind. I've done my meager best at the times we've occupied the same room; I've even offered to read various books to him, whatever he fancies. He hasn't set a specific topic or subject, so I'm not sure yet as to what I will entertain him with.
There are others I've met in passing, like Eorla Brynn, an infirmarian with a rather motherly bedside manner. A young man who was her patient who seemed disinclined to show his face, nor was he able to speak at all, communicating instead through writing. There is Lieutenant Gwannes Oskwald who serves the Military Branch, who seems to have a deep-seated mistrust of Magic, in general. There were all the Company-folk who came down for breakfast yesterday, whose names I only caught in passing and even now fail to remember them all. Several Miqo'te, which was amusingly curious. Elezen, it seems, continue to be rare. Duskwights even more so
Outside of the Company, there is the writer, Erimmont Chevalier, whom I am convinced is more than he seems. There is much about him that appears to be deflection or illusion, not quite deception, but merely small things meant to misdirect. Whether this is by design or intent I could not begin to say. Part of me wonders if that isn't why he writes on the subject matter he does, for it certainly serves to derail a conversation away from getting to know him and instead focuses on the risque nature of his work.
Reaping the Whirlwind
Gods' Grace... I never quite expected life to become so vibrant by joining a Free Company. Almost every evening has been filled with new face after new face, in a blur of new arrivals, important figureheads, and plenty of comings and goings. I've lost count of how many people I've only made passing acquaintance with, and yet others that have created a more lasting impression.
Foremost among these is young Seiko Murakami. Despite her young age, I find the young Raen Au Ra to be an exceptional companion and conversationalist. There is something refreshing about her optimism and faithful view of the world that warms the heart. A powerful wisdom radiates from her, though, when she speaks. She is not your typical youngling, quick to word and deed without much thought between. There is a contemplative feeling to her that I find quite admirable. While she seems somewhat reserved, perhaps even shy, there is a soothing, friendly core to her that I think people would find welcome.
I've been spending more time around Emeraven Stormrose as well; the Miqo'te maid proves to be excellent company, though she seems a bit more taciturn than most. It seems many of the people I've been drawn to of late all serve the Support Branch of the Harbingers; I suppose I should take that as providence as to where I belong. "Birds of a feather..." as the old adage goes. Miss Stormrose -- as I call her since she has yet to give me permission to use her given name -- seems to share my opinion about being in Support and has even encouraged me to speak to the Support Saint or her Lieutenant.
Among the Company there is also Barios Cuarn; a curiosity if ever there was one. He is a blind man in a Company full of warriors and craftsmen. I find myself both curious as to what capacity he serves in, as well as the matter of how he lost his sight. From what I've gathered, it was some nineteen years ago, thus making it prior to the Calamity -- so that tragedy is not to be blamed for his condition. I have also seen his eyes in passing, they seem almost normal, save for being very pale. Regardless, there seem to be few who pay him much mind. I've done my meager best at the times we've occupied the same room; I've even offered to read various books to him, whatever he fancies. He hasn't set a specific topic or subject, so I'm not sure yet as to what I will entertain him with.
There are others I've met in passing, like Eorla Brynn, an infirmarian with a rather motherly bedside manner. A young man who was her patient who seemed disinclined to show his face, nor was he able to speak at all, communicating instead through writing. There is Lieutenant Gwannes Oskwald who serves the Military Branch, who seems to have a deep-seated mistrust of Magic, in general. There were all the Company-folk who came down for breakfast yesterday, whose names I only caught in passing and even now fail to remember them all. Several Miqo'te, which was amusingly curious. Elezen, it seems, continue to be rare. Duskwights even more so
Outside of the Company, there is the writer, Erimmont Chevalier, whom I am convinced is more than he seems. There is much about him that appears to be deflection or illusion, not quite deception, but merely small things meant to misdirect. Whether this is by design or intent I could not begin to say. Part of me wonders if that isn't why he writes on the subject matter he does, for it certainly serves to derail a conversation away from getting to know him and instead focuses on the risque nature of his work.
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