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Jancis · **10-12-2015, 06:02 PM**

Ghalleon Helseth: Oh, thank you. I think it's nice, it makes me feel good, anyway. I figured I'd wear vestments since... well, feast day.
Lucky Mewrilah: "I'm glad you could make it. These feast days are always very moving."
Ghalleon Helseth: "Mn. I've wondered if we shouldn't standardize the liturgical year a bit more."
Lucky Mewrilah: "Perhaps that's a task you could work toward..."
Ghalleon Helseth: "I am, in my subtle and very powerless way, haha."
Lucky Mewrilah: "I believe in you," Lucky smiles.

Ghalleon Helseth: "I simply mean that whatever the grandeur of this or that civilization, it's only meet or right that a proper devotion to the gods be at the heart of every civilization."
Ghalleon Helseth nods slightly at the approach of a new face.
Cliodhna Eoghan Scoots to another group of people. "Hope I'm not interrupting but would anyone like a fan?"
Rubisie Grandsalle: "I would, if you're offering, miss."
Barengar Armsbreaker glances over toward Cliodhna, his hand and shaking his head slowly, "I ain't got anythin' ta confess."
Barengar Armsbreaker: Make it a point not ta find myself livin' with that sorta feelin'.
Ghalleon Helseth: "I too need no confession, but I'll take a fan for Her Grace's honor nevertheless."
Cliodhna Eoghan Smiles at Barengar. "You could always take one as a keepsake if you like as well, but that's up to you." Pauses. "It's a good way to live but not everyone is has that much resolve."
Cliodhna Eoghan Turns back to Ghalleon. "Any specific color?"
Ghalleon Helseth: "No. Thank you."
Barengar Armsbreaker lifts his chin slightly before glancing over his shoulder briefly. Once his attention had returned to Cliodhna he gave a low grunt and nodded, hand extending outward.
Rubisie Grandsalle: "If you've any gold, red, or yellow left, I won't mind one of those."
Cliodhna Eoghan Grins and passes a gold fan with silver dusting to Barengar and fishes out a metallic red with gold dust to Rubisie. "I do and here you are."
Cliodhna Eoghan Grabs another gold and silver one and passes it to Ghalleon. "And here you go, I'll leave you back to your conversation, thank you for indulging my interruption." Smiles and gives them all a small wave before looking for the next group to approach
Ghalleon Helseth: "You're very kind. Thank you."
Rubisie Grandsalle: "Thank you."
Barengar Armsbreaker eyes the fan quietly, turning it over in his hand several times before giving a low grunt and collapsing it back down to a manageable size.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Hm. Quite a crowd..."
Bexy Amalaryssia shuffles to lean back against the wall. She gives a faint smile, dipping her head to look to the others.
Ayiana Tyata moves off to the side to get out of the way as the crowd grows larger
Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Quite the crowd, hm...?"
Ayiana Tyata nods agreeing "Yes, growing by the minute, Ayiana, nice to meet you"
Bexy Amalaryssia offers a faint smile at that, dipping her head. "Bexy. Such is a pleasure. Of all the times I have visited Her mark, I've never done it with more than a small group. This will be... Different."
Ayiana Tyata smiles "I visited once with someone" she frowns at the memory "but never in a large group"
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Mm. Such will be... Nice. To meet folk like-minded. I've heard of these... Pilgrimages. But this is the only one I have been able to find the time to attend."
Ayiana Tyata relaxes a bit "oh good, this is your first time as well then. I really have no idea what to expect. I heard word of mouth this was going on today so I thought I would come see what it was about, and possibly learn a little something along the way. If nothing else the fresh air and a walk will do some good to clear my head"
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Indeed. And the scenery is breathtaking, too. And at least you'll have company."
Ayiana Tyata smiles "and met a new friend"
Bexy Amalaryssia smiles warmly, nodding. "Azeyma is my guardian. I am heartened that work has taken... Somewhat of a break, to enable me to visit."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "It truly has been too long..."
Ayiana Tyata: "what is it you do, if I may ask?" she fidgets with her earring
Jancis Milburga: waves a hand bell in the air, ringing cheerfully. "Welcome Pilgrims! Welcome!"
Bexy Amalaryssia gives a faint smile. She pivots on her heel, to rest against the wall. "I.. Oversee relief operations on various parts of Eorzea, from my company. Such work is enj--- Hm?" Her ears flick, attention turned to the voice.

Bexy Amalaryssia nods to Aiswynd once more, shuffling back to her feet. "Ah, is that so? Mine... Own name is... Well.... Uncommon. They wished to distance me from the Tribes, and so... Named me this."
Aiswynd Drakareus smiles a bit at Bexy, "Your parents and mine are...oddly similar...mine just took a more...violent...approach...They wiped out my tribe...using Garleans and another tribe that was seeking food and supplies."
Bexy Amalaryssia frowns at that, dipping her head. "...I am sorry to hear that, truly..." She buries her toes into the dirt, before shifting her gaze to the fans. "...I might need a few of those."
Aiswynd Drakareus nods his head to Bexy and then looks to Jancis, "Just one please." he looks back to Bexy, "They are...a part of my path to truth...I am seeking the truth of them, and their actions."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "...I pray you find the answers you are looking for. Unpleasant though they may be... The truth is not ever coated in honey."
Aiswynd Drakareus chuckles lightly, "The truth has already proven to be painful...I need to know why..."
Bexy Amalaryssia nods once, silently. "...Then I pray that the answers will come to you soon. Pray excuse me? I... Need some fans."
Aiswynd Drakareus shakes his head, "Don't hesitate on my part and thank you."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Ah... Excuse me? May I have Three fans...?"
Cliodhna Eoghan Turns her attention to Bexy. "Of course" Smiles and passes over a gold, silver and yellow fan
Bexy Amalaryssia dips her head in thanks. "Thankyou, Miss." She smiles faintly, turning on her heel.
Bexy Amalaryssia offers a single fan to Aiswynd. "I saved you the trouble. You wanted one, yes?"
Aiswynd Drakareus smiles at Bexy and nods his head, "Yes, thank you Bexy."
Bexy Amalaryssia glances hesitantly to her fan. She places the red one into her satchel, before keeping the silver one in hand. "...I should confess at home. Away from prying eyes and ears."
Aiswynd Drakareus accepts the fan from Bexy, and attaches it to his belt before he starts stripping off his shirt, "I found the brightest yellow shirt I could but I think it's time to return to my normal attire."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "...I look frighteningly gaudy in yellow. It does -not- suit me."
Bexy Amalaryssia looks the coat up and down, unknowingly giving a nod of approval. "..Such suits you."
Aiswynd Drakareus laughs a little bit, "I prefer more subtle colors myself...my hair stands out enough as it is." he chuckles lightly, "Well...your attire suits you quite well too Bexy." he starts reddening.
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Oh, you flatter me. Thankyou. This.. Garb is actually fairly new. I was thinking red, or... Icy blue..."
Aiswynd Drakareus nods his head slowly, "I would say go with the blue...it would match your eyes and hair better." he chuckles lightly, still blushing, "At least my opinion."
Bexy Amalaryssia opens her mouth to protest a little, before looking away. "...Yes, I... Suppose it would..." She huffs just faintly. "...I've always stuck to darker colours, mind..."
Aiswynd Drakareus smiles a little bit, "Bexy, if you don't want Ice blue, why not something darker, like a Rhotano or Void blue?" he asks, his eyes straying up and down, resulting in a blush again.
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Well... Mayhap. But again... I've so few pieces of clothing in such a colour. Suppose it would just mean id need to buy -more- clothes, but..."
Bexy Amalaryssia shrugs, shaking her head. "...My wardrobes are already full to bursting."
Aiswynd Drakareus nods his head a bit, "I...kind of make due with what I find...it is this or wear armor to social things and...I'm told that's not the best idea..."
Bexy Amalaryssia tilts her head, nods wrinkled. "Whyever not? Armor can look -lovely-. Especially some elegant plate. Have you not seen some of the garb some blades for hire wear? It is -astounding-. I pray it is just as functional as it is beautiful."
Aiswynd Drakareus laughs a little bit, "My armor is...more functional than pretty..." he laughs lightly, "I have seen some armor yes, but...plate does not work with me well...although...I could end up in some still..."
Bexy Amalaryssia tilts her head, raising a brow in inquiry. "Ah? Is that so? Tell me, with what weaponry do you profess in, if you mind not my inquiry...?"
Aiswynd Drakareus nods his head a bit, "For now...Daggers but...recent events have damaged my arm...I can not fight with paired daggers as well as I once could...so I have to seek a new path..."
Bexy Amalaryssia frowns. "... I am sorry to hear that, Aiswynd. Is... there any that has drawn your eye? Swordplay, mayhap? Though it would depend on your dominant arm, and if you'd wish to use a shield..."
Aiswynd Drakareus nods his head, "I have...considered joining the Dark Knights within Ishgard." he comments, "I believe they would give me the strength needed to see my quest through to the rather final end that is going to come of it."
Bexy Amalaryssia gives a slow, almost uncertain nod. "...Mm... I've heard much about them. In good and bad doses both. Dangerous, but... You've gotten this far. Suppose you're not afraid of a little danger, mm...?"
Aiswynd Drakareus sighs a bit, "Likely my path ends in death..." he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, "I will be fighting a pair of experienced and powerful Garlean commanders...that have so far beaten me."
Bexy Amalaryssia sighs faintly. Her ears lower at that. "...Sadly, such is where all our paths will converge, at the last. Some sooner than others. But..." She pauses. "You not have friends you can take? Contacts..?"
Aiswynd Drakareus reaches up and touches a pearl attached to his horn, "I am sorry Bexy...I have another meeting...I joined this...blind date group..." he smiles at Bexy, "Maybe...It's...complicated..."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Pray, go, go! Meet someone special to you, mm? I pray it goes well."
Aiswynd Drakareus: "I pray it goes well too."

Bexy Amalaryssia gazes up to the rain. She gives a refreshed sigh, ears flat to her head.
Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Beautiful..."
Bexy Amalaryssia pans an ear to the others, turning her head. A smile graces her lips.
Bexy Amalaryssia tilts her head in inquiry. The conversation had had her attention for a while, now, but the current subject matter had certainly piqued her interests. That said... She wasn't one to interrupt. She merely remained, and listened.
Chachanji Gegenji: "... This view's a lot nicer wit'out th' rain..."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Oh, I know not. Different, is all..."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "The rain makes a beautiful glow."
Chachanji Gegenji: "But ya can't see th' waterfalls wit all th' rain in th' way!"
Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Suppose I've just seen it, so many times. And--- Hm...?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "See!"
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Wish granted, Ser."
Chachanji Gegenji points.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Lookit that... much nicer."
Bexy Amalaryssia looks around.
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Well, look at that. Such beauty...."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "...I could stay here, all sun.."
Chachanji Gegenji: "I was talkin' ta Mr. Nathan 'bout how nice a picnic up here might be."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Or even jus' bringin' frands up ta see this view."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "...You know. Such is funny you say that."
Chachanji Gegenji: "oh?"
Chachanji Gegenji blinks curiously.
Bexy Amalaryssia: "My Husband- Back afore we were married... He did such a thing for me, up here."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Seems like picnics really are th' way ta go fer places like this..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Hm."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Mm... I would agree. Depending on the cuisine, in any case. It's been... Nice, to get out. Even if I'm not so social, these suns..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "I like th' sun. So I had ta come out fer this one. I dun feel as... close... ta Azeyma as I is ta Byregot... but I think I can get what she stands fer."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "We've all those closest to our hearts, in terms of worship, and Azeyma is truly close to mine. Mind my asking... Why Byregot? I've seen precious few worship them, for all the cycles I spent watching his stone..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, well. I'm a smith. I like ta make things ta halp people. It halps me... protect 'n aid 'em even if'n I ain't there."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Makin' somethin' ta halp people... I think Byregot gets that best. At least outta th' Eorzean dieties."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "...It's a good notion. We're... Not all bred for fighting. Not all suited for battle, or.. Defending others."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "But it is... Warming. To know that you haven't given up."
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah. Yeah. I've learned pretty quick that there's tons'a folks better at fightin' than me."
Chachanji Gegenji: "But I just gotta do what I can 'n use what skills I can ta halp people, y'know?"
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Mhm. Many folk know how to fight, but few know how to create the weapons they wield... Such is respectable."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, it's what me family's done fer... cycles 'pon cycles. I'm jus' takin' it 'n... tryin' ta do somethin' more wit it, y'know?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Honor me ancestors AND halp me frands at th' same time."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Two birds with one stone. Smart, as well as ingenuitive.... I'm impressed."
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah... it ain't nothin' special... j-jus' doin' me part, 'n all..."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Each and every single thing we do is special, Ser. Regardless of how little or small. Think of it as a cog, within machinery..."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "The big ones cannot work without the little ones in place..."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "And you'll find the little ones do most of the work, too."
Bexy Amalaryssia beams with delight at Chachanji Gegenji.
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah. I ain't no good wit cogs."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Nor I. But I've seen more than enough folk working with them."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Was merely a metaphor, is all."
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, r-right right."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "In either case... I do hope you're immensely proud of your work. Half the people who claim to be sell swords could not do such a thing without your trusted tools in their hands, mm?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "I-it's one'a th' few things I think I'm pretty good at, at least."
Chachanji Gegenji scratches at his jade-hued floof.
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Good, good. It is... Beneficial, to be proud of that which you excel in. Mine own is.... Archery, and exploring, mostly. But I can scarce help folk with either of those."
Chachanji Gegenji: "I dunno. I'm sure ya can find a way ta halp people wit almost anythin'... if'n ya put yer mind ta it."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "And put my mind to it I have... With other things. I've mostly been aiding in the Brume... Charity work, and the like. I did extra yestersun, in order to be here. That, and for a rest. It is honest work, but... Ever so tiring..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Feelin' tired after a day'a hard work is jus' a sign of a job well done."
Chachanji Gegenji: "... That's what me Papa always told me."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "...He sounds like a wise man. Mayhap I'll tell that to myself instead of complaining so. Supplies are heavy, and... By the gods, to they make my arms ache, after a long sun."
Chachanji Gegenji: "But th' supplies're halpin' folks, right?"
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Well, of course. Such is my intention for the company I run... A relief aid, if you will."
Chachanji Gegenji nods. "Sounds like a good cause ta me."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "We're based in the Goblet, but our aid extends to every corner we are able to. But we've found the Ishgardians in dire need of such, as of late..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, I'm hopin' that all yer work is turnin' things 'round fer 'em... if even jus' a little."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "I hope so, too. Even a grain of rice can tip the scale. However insignificant it might seem..."

Rhys Sebastian walks up behind Bexy and stares at the group. The first time he seen so many at the rock. He cracked his jaw dusted himself off, and asked politely. "Something special going on?" ::The old Aure bared a toothy grin.::
Chachanji Gegenji: "I'm sure it will, 'n I'm sure they'll 'ppreciate it."
Bexy Amalaryssia peers behind her. She almost jumps out of her skin, having not heard, or seen the Au Ra.
Bexy Amalaryssia: "A-ah! Well... There was just a large gathering, here. A pilgrimage, if you would...."
Rhys Sebastian: ::Rhys nodded toward Bexy.:: "Then I will leave you to your ceremony... I think I've been asleep under those bushes for a day or so?" ::Rhys nodded:: "What is the pilgrimage about?"
Locke Fairwind: "Aye, though the pilgrimage's festivities have died down by now." He chimed in along with Bexy's explanation.
Bexy Amalaryssia smirks a little. "Azeyma. I'm quite surprised we didn't wake you. There was singing, and... Clapping, and waving.. It was all quite lovely. Such has concluded now, mind."

Celebration of the Warden

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