The shadow was near a fountain, let's say. A nice, pleasant, soothing fountain, to calm all of the rage in Sah'ot's heart. It was located at the steps beneath the Ossuary, and no matter how soothing it was, it was still in the shadow of the Thaumaturge's guild, the great temple to Thal, and the priests and undertakers meandered about in shadows of their own not too far off.
D'hein positioned himself near the fountain and turned to Sah'ot, smoothing out his robe. it shone in the sparse light of the shadows. "Now, there was some obscure Ishgardian holiday, if my calendar isn't off..."
Sah'ot's left ear twitched and her eyes narrowed. "What are you going on about?"
"You know! That..." D'hein searched for the words, "Silverlight shindig or whatever where Elezen dress up in red and expect others to be unusually charitable towards them! It was the... I don't know..." He plucked an item from a pocket and threw it towards Sah'ot. "Happer Ishgardian pompousity celebration that I wasn't around for." The item he threw carried its few onzes of weight at the end of a silver chain. A small metallic item, silverish blue with non-Eorzean metals, and alight in several places with flickering, unnatural lights. No larger than a thumb-nail.
Sah'ot snatched it from the air, glaring at D'hein for a moment before frowning down at the object. "What's this - some magical grenade?" she snapped, holding the thing up to her face. The lights blinked back at her; she contemplated hurling it back at the tia.
"It has no function except as a trinket," D'hein said, "Of that much I'm certain. The crafts of our... of foreign powers, were disapointingly useless for my own arts -- thaumaturgy, that is to say -- yet they make for pleasant baubles. It's a token from the Praetorium."
The Keeper woman gave a flat look to the small square of Garlean technology, then let it drop to dangle from the chain between her fingers for several seconds before letting out a laugh. "Keep your "pleasant baubles" for your lady friend. I've got no need for your shiny favors." And she thrust the trinket back towards him.
D'hein blinked passively, "I thought you might not. I did try to find something more plausible, but the detonation of the Praetorium came at a rather unexpected time. I'll owe you something else if you desire it."
"Oh you'll owe me, will you?" Sah'ot snorted in amusement at a thought and added, "I'll keep that in mind. Take this to someone else, burn it, wear it yourself - I don't care. It'd only attract the Greenwrath anyway."
"As if you don't attract the Greenwrath on your own," he smirked.
A flash of her fangs preceded, "Only when I so choose." Then she dropped the chain and its flashy bauble at his feet and turned from him. "Your three minutes are up." They may or may not have been, but she didn't particularly care to count.
D'hein tried to snatch the chain out of the air before it hit the ground, but his numb hand instead just slapped it aside, so of course it flew off into the fountain with a despair-inspiring plunk.
The Tia's ears drooped, and he appeared very hurt and alone in that moment.
"Try not to get yourself arrested by your superiors again, D'hein," Sah'ot commented offhandedly as she walked away, not really paying much mind to his pathetic emoting.
Cursing a gentlemanly series of curses, D'hein stepped into the fountain to retrieve the bauble.
D'hein positioned himself near the fountain and turned to Sah'ot, smoothing out his robe. it shone in the sparse light of the shadows. "Now, there was some obscure Ishgardian holiday, if my calendar isn't off..."
Sah'ot's left ear twitched and her eyes narrowed. "What are you going on about?"
"You know! That..." D'hein searched for the words, "Silverlight shindig or whatever where Elezen dress up in red and expect others to be unusually charitable towards them! It was the... I don't know..." He plucked an item from a pocket and threw it towards Sah'ot. "Happer Ishgardian pompousity celebration that I wasn't around for." The item he threw carried its few onzes of weight at the end of a silver chain. A small metallic item, silverish blue with non-Eorzean metals, and alight in several places with flickering, unnatural lights. No larger than a thumb-nail.
Sah'ot snatched it from the air, glaring at D'hein for a moment before frowning down at the object. "What's this - some magical grenade?" she snapped, holding the thing up to her face. The lights blinked back at her; she contemplated hurling it back at the tia.
"It has no function except as a trinket," D'hein said, "Of that much I'm certain. The crafts of our... of foreign powers, were disapointingly useless for my own arts -- thaumaturgy, that is to say -- yet they make for pleasant baubles. It's a token from the Praetorium."
The Keeper woman gave a flat look to the small square of Garlean technology, then let it drop to dangle from the chain between her fingers for several seconds before letting out a laugh. "Keep your "pleasant baubles" for your lady friend. I've got no need for your shiny favors." And she thrust the trinket back towards him.
D'hein blinked passively, "I thought you might not. I did try to find something more plausible, but the detonation of the Praetorium came at a rather unexpected time. I'll owe you something else if you desire it."
"Oh you'll owe me, will you?" Sah'ot snorted in amusement at a thought and added, "I'll keep that in mind. Take this to someone else, burn it, wear it yourself - I don't care. It'd only attract the Greenwrath anyway."
"As if you don't attract the Greenwrath on your own," he smirked.
A flash of her fangs preceded, "Only when I so choose." Then she dropped the chain and its flashy bauble at his feet and turned from him. "Your three minutes are up." They may or may not have been, but she didn't particularly care to count.
D'hein tried to snatch the chain out of the air before it hit the ground, but his numb hand instead just slapped it aside, so of course it flew off into the fountain with a despair-inspiring plunk.
The Tia's ears drooped, and he appeared very hurt and alone in that moment.
"Try not to get yourself arrested by your superiors again, D'hein," Sah'ot commented offhandedly as she walked away, not really paying much mind to his pathetic emoting.
Cursing a gentlemanly series of curses, D'hein stepped into the fountain to retrieve the bauble.
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