Jancis

[align=center]In Celebration of the Spinner [/align] [align=center]One and all is invited to come give thanks and hear inspirational words in regards to Nymeia. Nymeia, the watcher of celestial bodies and goddess of fate, commands the element of water and is associated with the Second Umbral Moon (fourth month). She is depicted as a weaver donning a white, silken veil. Her symbol is the spinning wheel. Elder sister of Althyk, and master of Rhalgr. [/align] [align=center]Event starts in Lower La Noscea at Moraby Bay (X:24 Y:34) on Sunday April 19th at 8:00PM Eastern EDT (Midnight UTC). [/align] [align=center][/align] Guards will be available to help all pilgrims to the event safely. For Pilgrims: During the performance, pilgrims are asked to be silent in the public channels. Emotes with /em, /say, and /yell are asked to be held off until the main performance is over. Animation and sound emotes are welcomed! Please just turn the text off on them during the performance. In lieu of reacting in /em and /say, pilgrims are encouraged to form parties with their friends and groups to react to each other in /p - that should help with the text bloat and keep the reactions more personal and immersed with the main people pilgrims want to interact with. Anyone willing to host a "during performance" party for those who come on their own please contact me so I can find you at the event start and get people together to interact and meet. If a group of friends has room in their party and wouldn't mind hosting a new addition, that would be wonderful too. We'll sort it out at the start of the event. After the performance, everyone is welcome to use /em and /say and can change parties as wanted. [align=center][/align] [align=center] Music and stories from some special guest speakers and bards will highlight the evening. After the presentation, everyone is encouraged to mingle, give prayers and thoughts, or partake in the smaller congregations. Blessings and wisdom will be given to those who wish in attendance. Entire main event is planned to last a hour with hosts staying around afterwards for free-form role play.[/align] [align=center]~While this is a pilgrimage in celebration of one of the Twelve, really would like to express the theme and environment of this event is to come together and have an inspiration evening for each other and on reflection. This night will not have strong overtones of worship and ceremony.~[/align] [align=center]Performing Guests:[/align] [align=center]Edda Eglantine Ciel Sauveterre Iskierka Stormspeaker Xenedra Eva Blessers/Sages: Jancis Iskierka Eva Cliodhna (Assisting) [/align] [align=center]Guards: Harbingers of Dawn Coatleque [/align]

Outside of Ul'dah, passing Black Brush, Jancis made her way to the Shroud with sure steps. She still had the sling on, more of a reminder to herself to not overwork the arm, and fixed it into place for the travel. It was a simple fluke that in the bustle of Ul'dah she stepped to the Coliseum and found one person dressed in the same traditional guard as Sir Evans would wear proudly. Raging Behemoth was very open, proudly stating his feelings and honor. The older man had an aura of respect about him and Thaliak only knew why he was so patient. Jancis' heart pounded as she listened to his words, the emotion lost in the wisdom that came from his mouth. She did know very little about Sir Evans, but what she had known she admired. His couragous heart, his strong sense of values, the loyalty and commitment to his kin. On top of that, she had curiousities over the family he had mentioned in one rare night as the two dressed the man over and over. But this man, who lived up to his name at least in stature, spoke of the midlander in a different tone. He spoke of him as a fool, a selfish sort, short-sighted, and disappointing. Generous with knowledge about Zachary's past, Raging Behemoth spared none of his opinion in a very logical and proud manner. Jancis continued up through the desert, her mind pondering over the words the pair shared, going back to love. Love. Raging Behemoth's definition of what love should be was very close to Jancis' own feelings; being there and supporting someone in a practical giving and accepting manner. Not at all what Jancis had helped the man try and provide for Lady Siha; a princely storybook character with no words or honesty to them. Unrequited love. The Hellguard accused Jancis of having that for Zachary. Love for Sir Evans? She thought she had answered him honestly. How could she not care for the man and his ambition; admire his devotion and strong compass. For the small part that she knew of the man, the fighting together and social connection, it wasn't enough to know. Raging Behemoth's description of love fit her, though, and in that respect she did love Sir Evans as any friend would. The shallow marsh at the edge of the Twelveswood welcomed her at this point, still making her way into the ruins in the southern boughs of the Shroud. In a selfish way, Jancis was glad she didn't love him more. Zachary was gone and she hadn't more than a hope he would return. Her heart pounded painfully; the scenario was something she had become all too familiar with. His love for Lady Siha wasn't strong enough anyway to keep him from leaving or asking her to come with him. Perhaps not even telling her at all. Jancis didn't know; she wasn't that close and only her mind could fill in the gaps. Her love and devotion was never enough to keep anyone from going, anyway. Or even offering to take her along and rely on her strength. How could she possibly know such truths when she hadn't any experience. Jancis took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the cool forest air. The elements' feelings were strong around her and calmed the fruitless train of thought. At the front of the ruins of Amdapor Keep, Jancis knelt down and dropped what trinkets she had on her person, praying for Zachary's safe journey. Either back to them, guided by Thaliak's stream to know the way home to his kin and his family (even to Raging Behemoth's rage), or into Thal's embrace his soul safe with the Twelve.

I'll post the event tonight it'll be the evening of Sunday the 19th I need to be at home to edit the map image and write up the details. Also, going to check items and armor options for guards. I really want to pull back to a lovely feel Jaques gave the first event with the peaceful gathering. It'll be modified from the whole ensemble. So excited and floored by all the creativity and support!

[align=center][/align] Iskierka Stormspeaker climbs off her chocobo. Gogonji Gegenji Hrmf. Iskierka Stormspeaker opens up one of the bags on her chocobo's back. "Who wants a book?" Gogonji Gegenji ... Book? Iskierka Stormspeaker Books! A gift from The Scholar! Ojune Wajune "What sort of book?" Ojune Wajune moves closer to investigate. Iskierka Stormspeaker Does it matter? Iskierka Stormspeaker Books! Gogonji Gegenji approaches, mildly intrigued. Mayhaps he might get something out of this other than a rekindling of memories he did not much want to dwell upon. Iskierka Stormspeaker hands a book to Ojune. Ojune Wajune takes the book, giving it a look through. Iskierka Stormspeaker I believe this one is called "All's Quiet on the Garlean Front." Ojune Wajune nods, "Thank you! I'm certain it will be interesting." Moves away for others to have a turn. [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Gogonji Gegenji "I would like a book as well." Iskierka Stormspeaker takes a book from the bag and looks at the title. "Valley of the Mammets." Iskierka Stormspeaker hands the book over to Gogonji. Leanne Delphium tries to take a curious glance from the book, golden expressive eyes blinking. Gogonji Gegenji takes the book, looking it over. If nothing else, it'd add to his collection in his shack. [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Leanne Delphium approaches Iski, hand raised and a gentle expression. "A book for me, pretty please?" Iskierka Stormspeaker picks up another book. Iskierka Stormspeaker Miss Leanne? A book perhaps? Leanne Delphium "Mhm!" Leanne Delphium nods, with a bright smile. Iskierka Stormspeaker looks at the title. "A Magitek Orange. Hmm." Iskierka Stormspeaker hands her the book. Leanne Delphium blinks. "Hmm..." takes the book. "Weird title..." Iskierka Stormspeaker I haven't read it. These are from my father's collection. Leanne Delphium looks at the book with a curious expression. "Hmm...will check it later." nodding, she protectively holds the book with both arms, shuffling away. [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Faezbhar Rysswilf gestured to Rho and himself. "We'd like books, please." Iskierka Stormspeaker A book for you, sir? A'rho Tia swishes his tail excitedly. "Ah! She was at the picnic~ And I took-" Coughs, shifty eyed. "Um- anyway." A'rho Tia Hi. Iskierka Stormspeaker takes another book from the bag on her chocobo's back. She looks at the title... Iskierka Stormspeaker Fifty Shades... No. Another book. Iskierka Stormspeaker puts the book back and pulls out another one. A'rho Tia Ooh! I have that one! Faezbhar Rysswilf "That ain't even a book--it's emergency toilet paper!" Iskierka Stormspeaker looks at the title. "How To Win Friends And Influence Morons." A'rho Tia I thought it was satire? Iskierka Stormspeaker hands over the book. Faezbhar Rysswilf "That's got me written all over it!" Faezbhar Rysswilf takes the book, Iskierka Stormspeaker And one for you? A'rho Tia Yes please. Iskierka Stormspeaker takes out a book and looks at the title. "Florence of Gyr Abania." Iskierka Stormspeaker hands the book over. A'rho Tia grins. "I've heard of him- is that his biography?" Iskierka Stormspeaker I believe it is! A'rho Tia steps up and gladly takes it. "Thank you~" A'rho Tia clutches the book to his chest. Faezbhar Rysswilf "Yuh want tuh head back tuh yer place or the ship?" A'rho Tia A moment- by the by, it's.... Iskierka right? If possible I'd like to speak with you, Jancis and that seedy keeper all at once. Iskierka Stormspeaker Sure, just let me know when you can round them up. A'rho Tia Mm- I'm free most times. I want to grab Sig as well. A'rho Tia But thank you~ Iskierka Stormspeaker A pleasure. [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Iskierka Stormspeaker picks up a book and holds id over her head. Iskierka Stormspeaker Come receive the blessing of knowledge! Don't be illiterate heathens! Enlighten yourselves! Iskierka Stormspeaker Don't go through your life as an ignoramus! Iskierka Stormspeaker Books, people! Iskierka Stormspeaker They're also good for killing flies and making tables and chairs level! Iskierka Stormspeaker You, sir, look like a reader! Locke Fairwind "What's this about books now?" Locke Fairwind "I dabble in my free time, yes." Iskierka Stormspeaker holds out a book. She looks at the title. "Here's a fine selection... 'A Tale of Two City-States!' Please accept this free gift!" Locke Fairwind glances at the book curiously and then nods with a smile on his face. "Oh, why thank you. A new read certainly wouldn't hurt." Iskierka Stormspeaker Aye! T'is a far, far better thing... than pretty much everything else. Locke Fairwind "Haha, well thank you miss. Your gift is much appreciated." Locke Fairwind "Take care now!" Iskierka Stormspeaker Likewise! Iskierka Stormspeaker picks up a book from the bag and looks at the title. "Culinary Guild Confidential..." Iskierka Stormspeaker Fine, you illiterate heathens! Iskierka Stormspeaker hops up onto her chocobo. Iskierka Stormspeaker You will live in ignorance and perish in obscurity!

"That concludes our celebration of the Scholar! You are all welcome to stay and touch Thaliak's stone if you like, Lady Iskierka and I are here to speak to if you have blessings and prayers to give." [align=center][/align] Lottie Forsaidh leans forward to pet fondly at the couerl kitten. Cliodhna Eoghan Makes her way to Nathan and Lottie. "Lovely song, I haven't heard you sing in a while, Lottie." Lottie Forsaidh "It's ... most certainly not something I've done within the open before but thank you, Miss Clio! I was a bit nervous." Nathan Telluride "Cliodhna! Looking well, my dear, looking well!" He nudges Lottie. "She's officially a bard now." Cliodhna Eoghan Smiles. "It was wonderful, no need to be nervous" Chuckle. "Is she? I hope to hear her again then!" Lottie Forsaidh "Maybe with a drink or two I might have as much courage as you!" Cliodhna Eoghan Giggles. "I'm sure you won't have a problem with that considering your company." Nathan Telluride stretches out, and sets his hand on Lottie's shoulder. "You've earned a hit of the king of drinks, my dear, after that wonderful performance." Lottie Forsaidh elbows Nathan lightly, a wide grin meeting her lips. Lottie Forsaidh "You've a point, Miss Clio! I'm happy you could make it." Cliodhna Eoghan "Me too. Erik was intending to come along as well but had some last minute Sworn duties... Lottie Forsaidh "Next time, for certain!" Nathan Telluride "And speaking of the king, let me call him to the court!" He pulls a flask from his hip, and opens it. "Guess who I brought with me?" Cliodhna Eoghan "I hope so." Glances to Nathan, quirk of a grin on her tinted lips. "That Jack by chance?" Nathan Telluride nods. "Jack hereby declares Lottie a bard before the finest ears in Eorzea, and will have his proclamation drunk to!" He takes a pull, and offers it to the two ladies. Cliodhna Eoghan Laughs and lets Lottie take the flask first. Was her celebration after all. "Thought so!" Lottie Forsaidh "Oh no, you first, Miss Clio! You two have such an affair and all." Lottie Forsaidh smiles, passing the flask over. [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Nathan Telluride glances at Leanne. "And that was a fine show if I ever saw one, Miss Delphium. Jack commends you, too!" Cliodhna Eoghan Chuckles. "He just likes to sneak into my life from time to time" Though protesting, she takes the offered flask before turning to Leanne "Yes that was so cute to watch!" Leanne Delphium chuckles. "Glad you liked! Took a bit of coercing for them to come this far from Gridania...worth it, though!" she nods, beaming. "Also, I loved your song. Louisoux is a person I respect rather deeply." Nathan Telluride "That canny old spell flinger deserved recognition here, for certain." Leanne Delphium nods. "Indeed he did....o-oh, pardon my manners." she addresses Lottie, smiling. "You must've heard my name, but if you didn't...Leanne Delphium. Seasoned Adventurer!" Leanne Delphium "Also known as Leanne of the Fancy Hat! A pleasure!" Nathan Telluride "Ah, no one should do introductions without Jack's approval! Let the flask be passed!" Cliodhna Eoghan Takes a swig from the flask before offering it to the three. Lottie Forsaidh "And what a fancy hat indeed, miss! I feel almost -embarrassed- to having just come wearing this old thing..." She mentions the head ornament and bows. Lottie Forsaidh "A pleasure, Miss Delphium. I am Lottie Forsaidh. It's a pleasure to meet you at last. I've heard so much of you." Leanne Delphium snickers, then blinks, ears flicking in confusion. "Who is Jack?" Cliodhna Eoghan Grins. "Jack is amazing and you need to meet him. " Passes the flask over to Leanne. Nathan Telluride arches his brows, and glances at the flask being passed around. "Madjack Red, a rum reserved for the finest people and occasions, and known to make women more happy than a shopping spree in Uldah!" Cliodhna Eoghan He's right! Leanne Delphium blinks."....Ah." she takes the flask, snickering. "Hmm...well, for me, I'd rather go adventure than shopping...but oh well! A pull doesn't hurt." she chuckles, then does as she said, pulling a light amount of alcohol into her throat, sighing afterwards before offering the flask to...anyone. Cliodhna Eoghan Atta girl!" Cheers Lottie Forsaidh smiles contently, observing Leanne take a sample of 'Jack'. "Adventures do seem more appetizing than shopping, mm?" She finds Nathan with a familiar wink. Nathan Telluride reaches for the flask, if he's fast enough to beat the hands of a white witch or the fastest Rum-snagger on the continent. Leanne Delphium lowers her hand as soon as someone snatched the flask. "Hmm...I'd say that was the best pilgrimage yet." Leanne Delphium "Everyone was very creative in their approach...!" Nathan Telluride "If your Moogle friends ever want to test the effects of sublime dizziness on their flight paths, my dear, this is the drink to do it." He takes an overly fast pull before offering it back around. Cliodhna Eoghan chuckles and motions for Lottie to grab the flask. "You haven't had any yet!" Leanne Delphium "Aaah...I shall talk with one of them when I travel to the Shroud. For now, Buscarron's mead will do very nicely!" Leanne Delphium "...Actually, I think some people will be angry cause they will go through the entire stock..." Leanne Delphium looks away, whistling. Lottie Forsaidh takes the flask from Clio and smiles shyly, taking a light pull from the drink. "Mmm." Her expression winces from the favor, sparing only a light cough. "Goodness." Cliodhna Eoghan Grins. "Thare you go!" Nathan Telluride "Oh, I give Buscarron his due, and we might see him yet drained of stock, but drink were you are, in times of celebration." He looks to Lottie. "Jack seems to like your kiss." Ojune Wajune reaches over to pat the man's shin, "What's got you so down? Was it Nathan's tribute song?" Cliodhna Eoghan Motions with her hand. "You'll have to excuse me a moment, I need to find Jancis." Lottie Forsaidh "He reminds me of you; too strong and overwhelming at times." Lottie Forsaidh shoves at his chest with a laugh. Nathan Telluride wrinkles his nose. "I'm like... Jack? Twelve, you're going to make me blush yet, love." Lottie Forsaidh "Of course, Miss Clio." Leanne Delphium "Have a lovely day, Ms. Clio..!" Cliodhna Eoghan I'm sure I'll be seeing everyone again soon. We need another hot springs party! Nathan Telluride bites his lip. "Leave it to Cliodhna to threaten a hot spring party as she's walking away..." He shakes his head. "Now, where were we.. Yes! Congratulating two of the finest ladies of music in Eorzea, even if one says she must depart." Leanne Delphium chuckles. "I shall not disturb the two lovebirds any further. I need to talk with a few other friends...and that thing in the background in teasing my adventuring soul!" she points to Midgardsomr, coiled around the forsaken garlean ship. Lottie Forsaidh tilts her head curiously, taking note of where she was pointed. Lottie Forsaidh "Oh! You .. want to journey there?" Leanne Delphium smiles, bowing to Lottie and Forsaidh. "Thanks for the compliments. I'd say I'm undeserving of such, yet, once more, my thanks!" Lottie Forsaidh "None in the least, m'am. You are everything the rumors said you were." Lottie Forsaidh offers a warm smile. Nathan Telluride "Leanne, go spread your hat's gospel among the populace, then. Your public needs you... Kupo." Leanne Delphium "Rumours..." she blinks, curious, her curiosity broken by the kupo. "I shall...!" giggling, she tips her hat, and walks away! [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Cliodhna Eoghan Hangs back, waiting patiently for Jancis to get a moment. Attention half split between her and straining to hear Ilwe from concern. Cliodhna Eoghan Steps a bit closer as the others seem to have finished. Lottie Forsaidh "Where to?" Nathan Telluride takes a quick look around. "The crowd cleared out fast enough... but then, sitting on crystal is bad for anyone, after awhile." Lottie Forsaidh "We can go into town then, if you prefer." Nathan Telluride "We should at least give our regards to Lady Milburga, first." Lottie Forsaidh "You are absolutely right!" Lottie Forsaidh "Is she terribly busy?" Nathan Telluride rubs his chin. "Well, if we end up fighting over Jancis, that would make a fine song, yes." Lottie Forsaidh "We'll all go!" Cliodhna Eoghan Chuckles. "Fair enough..." Starts to walk with them to Jancis. Jancis Milburga bows deeply to Ilwe'ran, who took the advantage! "Happy to see you once again. I did get your letter." Cliodhna Eoghan Seems we waited a bit too long. Lottie Forsaidh pokes at Clio, "Because you were standing here, being a wallflower!" Nathan Telluride "Oh, I don't know. This sounds promising." Cliodhna Eoghan Glances back to Lottie. "A rare thing, I assure you. " Nathan Telluride takes another quick pull from the flask before shaking it, and offering it to his left. Cliodhna Eoghan Grabs the flask and takes a pull, eyes still on Ilwe. Cliodhna Eoghan Looks back over to Nathan. "Want this back?" Shakes the flask idly, indicating there's still some left. Nathan Telluride sucks on his lower lip. "I...think Lottie should finish it. For the occasion." Lottie Forsaidh swats at his arm, "No no." Cliodhna Eoghan Nods. "I agree." Holds it out for Lottie. Cliodhna Eoghan I'm sure he'll carry you off again if you have too much... Lottie Forsaidh flees from the scene! "Nooo!" Nathan Telluride "Jack... doesn't handle rejection well." Cliodhna Eoghan "I'm sure he'll find someone to mend his broken heart." Grins. Nathan Telluride whips his head around to look at Clio. "You! You drew him in with kisses to the bottleneck and sweet promises!" Cliodhna Eoghan Holds her hands up. "Not my fault he was drawn in by a pretty package but wasn't enough to handle me!" Lottie Forsaidh smiles, observing the two and feels it safe to approach again! Nathan Telluride heaves a heavy sigh. "Such is the fate of too many of Eorzea's most invigorating types... come on strong, taken in by a promising pair of lips... only to be roundly cursed come the morning." Cliodhna Eoghan Casts a sidelong glance curiously, hearing a familiar name. "Of course...That's the fate of most men, isn't it?" Turns back to Nathan, giggling again. Nathan Telluride folds his arms. "It's why Jack and I often have little chance to move while the company is fresh, warm the blood and the cheeks, and sneak in our best effects before the night ends." Nathan Telluride winks at Lottie. Cliodhna Eoghan Wags a finger at Nathan. "That is a devious plot, Lottie you should be careful of him!" Nathan Telluride gasps. Lottie Forsaidh "Isn't he just the worse? already foiling a plan to hatch against me." Cliodhna Eoghan Nods in agreement. "You're a saint for loving him." Nathan Telluride bats one of the glowing spirits from his face. "Sneaky devils, blinding with beauty, only to lure men to their dooms... and those plasmoids are a nuisance, too!" Lottie Forsaidh 's cheeks darken dramatically and finds it difficult to meet Nathan's face, "I suppose I am." Cliodhna Eoghan Chuckles at both their comments. Unsure which was funnier at the moment. Cliodhna Eoghan I do believe you're blushing Lottie... Lottie Forsaidh "I am not! Both of you, stare at something else!" Cliodhna Eoghan You'll have to make it up to her for me later. Lottie Forsaidh throws Clio a playful stare. Nathan Telluride "It's hard not to blink at these little blue monsters." Cliodhna Eoghan Shakes her head at Nathan. "You might go blind if you stare too long....We best get over there if we wish to speak to Jancis before more crop up." [align=center][/align] Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa 's ears flatten a bit as so many people comes around and he looks uncomfortable he bows slightly to Jancis "I think I should let you with.. All those people, they seem to want to talk to you" Jancis Milburga "As you like. Travel safely, Master Ilwe'ran. I will come find you on the new morn." Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa moves back, listening to her "Thank you." Nathan Telluride pulls his hat down. "The Milburga Mafia are watching you, sir," He says to Ilwe'ran. Leanne Delphium giggles. "Mr. Telluride...!" Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa Mil.. Mafia..? Nathan Telluride "We carry big... instruments." Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa looks confused Ojune Wajune snickers quietly at Nathan. Jancis Milburga "Master Telluride you are as much of a jester as you are a singer." Leanne Delphium "I carry a hat. I didn't forget your silly question back in coerthas, Mr. Il..." Jancis Milburga "Perhaps more so!" Leanne Delphium narrows her eyes. Grrrr expression. Grrr. Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa doesn't seem to understand at all Nathan Telluride "We'll be watching." He tips his hat, and grins." Cliodhna Eoghan Shakes her head at Nathan. "How much Jack have you had?" Leanne Delphium snickers. Jancis Milburga looks at Ilwe'ran with good humor. "He is a dear friend and is being jovial with you. Truly." Nathan Telluride "I've not had.. jack of Jack." Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa Oh.. Cliodhna Eoghan Raises a brow. "Really? You need to fix that once you get home or find an inn." Jancis Milburga gathers many flower paper journals in her arms, each a different hue and color. Cliodhna Eoghan Gives Jancis a smile. "I just wanted to express Erik's regret for being unable to attend today." Curiously eyeing the books in her arms. "What are those for?" Nathan Telluride "Well, perhaps we'll discuss those details later, but it is still the Lady Milburga's event, and her show." Leanne Delphium smiles gently, about ask the question, yet Clio was faster. Jancis Milburga "Surely Sir Myhnier is with you in spirit and whatever he is doing enables us all to celebrate this day. I made some journals for everyone to take with them. A little token to remember and store your own precious knowledge." Lottie Forsaidh "A journal..?" Jancis Milburga nods at Lottie, holding out one with lavender buds in the paper. Leanne Delphium smiles awkwardly. "I'd take one...but I have already an awfully sizeable journal." Cliodhna Eoghan Smiles gently. "I like to think that way. Helped when we were apart in the past. Still he was a bit disappointed he was unable to attend as planned tonight, but Sworn have their pull on his time." Lottie Forsaidh takes the journal with a slow grasp and smiles at the image of lavender buds, "It's very lovely, Lady Jancis. Thank you." She tucks it closely beside her. Cliodhna Eoghan Motions to the books. "I'd like to take a couple if it's alright? I know we both can always use more writing paper." Jancis Milburga nods, shuffling to give Clio two of them, random vibrant colors on one, a more subtle blue on the other, "Is always good to have a place to store your own precious knowledge." Jancis Milburga beams a smile at Lottie, "You are welcome. I think it is fitting for you. Do you agree, Master Telluride?" Cliodhna Eoghan Nods, happy with Jancis' color choices. "True enough, my work book is a bit big to tote around sometimes." Jancis Milburga "A work book? Forgive me, Lady, I am not even sure what work it is you do." Nathan Telluride looks over the book, tapping his chin. "Quite exquisite, and a fitting gift for the occasion." Cliodhna Eoghan Grins. "You know about airships? Short answer is I work on those." Jancis Milburga steps back, pulling out a red and orange style book with feathery petals. smiling to hand it to Leanne. Lottie Forsaidh "And she has one for you, too." Jancis Milburga "That is a short answer! You give people wings!" Lottie Forsaidh places a hand against his arm, "Go on." She shoves, teasingly. Leanne Delphium "Aah! But...ah, well...might as well have another journal...in case mine finally run out of pages." she snickers. "Hmm...I shall not stay any longer. Time for me to go on my self-imposed adventure. Ms. Jancis, hope you were happy with the pilgrimage...!" Nathan Telluride "But... my crippling shyness, love..." Cliodhna Eoghan After a fashion I suppose, but I work in Erik's flame unit specifically. Jancis Milburga "Your song and entourage was delightful, Lady Leanne. And here you are with a hat. I should have known. You were tricky before on Saint's Wake with that mask." Leanne Delphium grins. "Gotta retain my mischievous bone...! With that said, may you all have safe travels...!" Jancis Milburga "You as well!" [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Nathan Telluride grits his teeth together, briefly, at something, but shakes it off in a pleasant grin. Jancis Milburga looks curiously at Cliodhna, "That must take a lot of time and attentiveness. Does it ever become mundane? Forgive me, it sounds so important." Jancis Milburga shifts through what few remain of the journals and finds one with lemongrass and brownish petals pressed into the paper. Looking over that the couple, she offers it to Nathan. Nathan Telluride peers at the journal, and accepts it calmly. "For that touch of woodiness?" Jancis Milburga "It seems kind of free-spirited. As the wind would take it. With a little bit of sour sweet, never know how it will start, but will always end well, Master Telluride." Cliodhna Eoghan Shakes her head, smile spreading on her features. "Oh no, I love spending time with the upkeep and making sure that everything is working correctly. I've actually started trying to figure out how to further increase the efficiency of Ceruleum use compared to power output. My figuring so far has been it needs to rework the converter as the main piece, currently they're made from a mythril alloy that's combined with-" Stops abruptly. "I'm sorry....I tend to get a bit over eager on the topic... Cliodhna Eoghan Needless to say, I don't find it boring. Nathan Telluride grins widely. 'The Lady is as much a poet as a celebrant, and in that spirit do I accept it." Jancis Milburga widens her eyes at Clio, as if trying to take in everything the lady says, her own lips following along. Jancis Milburga "Thank you. As always, you find a lovely avenue of history or thought to put into song." Cliodhna Eoghan Grins a bit sheepishly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Lottie Forsaidh seemed lightly surprised by Clio's statement, sharing a shy smile of her own upon realizing that some of it wasn't understood. Jancis Milburga "Mayhaps sometime I can see you what you speak of and bring it to my own mind's eye. Sir Mynhier did ask me to join you for dinner over a moon ago. He asked me to bring someone with. I shall try but would it be rude if I came upon my own? I shall not come empty handed." Nathan Telluride lifts his hat brim at Clio's explanations. "I think some of that means that if she breaks any of it, don't be nearby." Cliodhna Eoghan Smiles. "She won't break anything, I don't let anyone in my hanger without me nearby." Shakes her head with a quick grin at Nathan before looking back to Jancis. "That would be lovely, I know he's been meaning to have you over but you shouldn't keep a lack of companion as a deterrent from coming by." Nathan Telluride "You think we can't find a lucky companion for Lady Milburga?" He grins widely. "Well, making the list of interested takers will start filling up one of these journals, I bet you." Cliodhna Eoghan Chuckles. "I'm sure there must be quite a few interested....." Jancis Milburga "Ah!" Lottie Forsaidh smiles, clapping her hands excitedly. "For -certain-!" Jancis Milburga "Thaliak's Grace. Is twice it has come up in one eve!" Cliodhna Eoghan Quirks a brow curiously. "Oh really? Do share!" Nathan Telluride shrugs. "It's the company. We're all horrible people who like to see others happy in company in the most salacious ways." Lottie Forsaidh "I hope it does not bother you, Lady Jancis. Companionship should never be seen as something necessary in life; so much as we need to be more comfortable with ourselves." Jancis Milburga "Oh it was Master Chuta speaking about crushes and how he came together with his, well, his now fiancé!" Lottie Forsaidh elbows Nathan, "Because you gossip like a nanny." Nathan Telluride "A Nanny?" He takes a step back! "No! It's more... like a Billy." Cliodhna Eoghan "That was quite the proposal!" Her grin wide by this point. "I can't imagine being put on the spot like that though!" Lottie Forsaidh grins, "A -sheep-." Jancis Milburga gives Lottie a grateful smile, "No it is a very kind gesture from you both." Jancis Milburga "I cannot either. I suppose at that time, only have eyes for one person, though." Cliodhna Eoghan True enough.... Nathan Telluride "And... the company lights up in sudden rapt attention." Lottie Forsaidh elbows Nathan again, "That isn't your business." She wrinkles her nose teasingly. Jancis Milburga laughs lightly at the antics and looks at the three, "I trust you will all be travelling back safely? Hour grows later and I would want you to be hindered getting home." Nathan Telluride coughs a little at the harsh nudge. "Did I ask for details, love?" He said to Lottie. "And I do think the Lady has politely indicated her need for solace." Cliodhna Eoghan Nods. "I actually thought of asking if Ilwe wanted company on the way home....." Expression softens a bit. "I don't want him to travel that far alone." Lottie Forsaidh wrinkles her nose, "You're not as subtle as you'd like to think but yes, we should give you some time to relax - Lady Jancis. You've had a trying day." Jancis Milburga "I would appreciate that very much so, Lady Cliodhna. Would ease my heart knowing you are both looking out for each other." Cliodhna Eoghan Nods. "He's a friend and I know is going through a trying time right now." Jancis Milburga "Only if you did not have anything else you wish, Lady Lottie. I am happy to be here for you." Nathan Telluride reaches up to idly tug at Lottie's hair bun. "It sounds as if the hour is indeed come to make an escape, and enjoy the good spirit of another performance well delivered." Cliodhna Eoghan Waves to the three of them. "I'll be seeing you. Jancis let me know when a good time is for dinner." Jancis Milburga "Very much so. Strong man. He keeps good company. I will!" [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Lottie Forsaidh smiles, allowing her hair to be tugged. "Time to rest." Lottie Forsaidh "One day, if time permits us, I'd like to have an evening of tea with you - perhaps beneath the trees of the Shroud as the seasons change." Nathan Telluride "That's a delightful suggestion. I could even behave myself properly and make it a delightful and relaxing evening." Jancis Milburga squints her eyes, observing the two, "I would like. Master Telluride you make most things delightful. We will have to talk and pick a good time. Mayhaps when the fruit comes in. Dare say I take a fancy to them." Lottie Forsaidh "As do I. I'll attempt to not devour everything in sight." Nathan Telluride "If fruit will make the occasion, then so be it. For now, shall we leave the stone in peace and find a better peace for the night?" Lottie Forsaidh 's smile spills to reveal a more good-natured grin, shading her embarrassment. "Yes. Time to put you to bed, lest you sing the entire night again." Jancis Milburga bows deeply to Lottie and Nathan, bidding them safe travel and farewell between the teases. Nathan Telluride "I'll even set alight a candle, and perhaps use that bit of fun we recovered from the Carnival."

If you're willing to pull people in to interact with Clouse after the ceremony for talking about Fate and celestial bodies, that would be wonderful. I'll try to find you online and sort out other details; looking at your own event you go very in-depth! For this it would be probably shorter quick insight and direction or prompting people to share their own ideas. I'll check in what time windows you have and see if we can work this out for the event. Eeee! I do and I love your idea for it. I'll bug you later on Skype for what time slots work best for you and coordinate. A sign up. Wow that's amazing :blush: This week I'll catch up with you because I want to pull back towards the style Nald'thal was done with some kind of ability to recognize guards. I have two people interested in performing, possibly three, and I have to touch base with regulars. Event should be posted sometime in the next few days. Anyone else who is interested in talking with people and sharing please let me know! Thank you so much!

[align=center][/align] Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa pets his chocobo carrying a heavy box "There, you're a good boy" Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa paces about in silent then leans against a column, waiting. John Waterstrike drops his eyes from the huyr and rummage in his pack. Pulling out a piece of toast and a paper. "Dad said that pilgrims were to meet here," he said, going over the map. Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa 's ears turn in the man's direction and he coughs lightly "Your father is right, Sir, we're going to escort the folks who need up to Mor Dohna" His voice is soothing and smiles slightly as he speaks John Waterstrike turns to the miqo'te, his face still slightly pale from the sickness that he had just recover from. "Thank you. I fear I missed it." Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa You're welcome, I'm waiting for those I shall accompany, I believe some more will gather soon Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa doesn't comment about his obvious pale face John Waterstrike nod. "My thanks." Ojune Wajune glances about the aetheryte platform, regaining his bearings before spotting Ilwe. Ojune Wajune "Ah! The lad from the drinking contest!" Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa Sir Ojune.. Ojune Wajune "Hello, Ilwe. You're doing well, friend?" Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa offers a pale smile to Ojune, it's visible that he's trying to hide something "Somehow" he half whispers.. "What about you ? I didn't come to see you since last pilgrimage." Ojune Wajune "Can't complain too much I suppose. But other than a night of far too heavy drinking I haven't been able to get out much." Ojune Wajune motions to John, "I competed against this fine young man in a drinking contest." Smiles to John, "I apologize, I don't quite recall your name." Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa looks at the new person and nods to him before looking back at Ojune and John "Drinking contest ?" John Waterstrike he bow to Ojune and gave a small smile. "John Waterstrike, Sir Ojune," he said, nibbling on the tasteless toast. Mikh'a Korofi scents the air and looks around. Mikh'a Korofi slips in closer to the little group gathered, his ear twitching curiously. He inclines his head around the bird - demon bird as he knows it is, to look at them. Mikh'a Korofi gives an awkward little wave. "A-ah. Hi." Ojune Wajune beams a smile up to Mikh, "Hello, friend!" Mikh'a Korofi smiles at Ojune. "Hello." Ojune Wajune "A pleasure to properly make your acquaintance, Mr. John." gives a bow before turning his attention back to Mikh'a, "And you sir, are you coming to the pilgrimage?" Mikh'a Korofi looks down at Ojune and nods. "I am, and so are my friends. I'm just looking in here before I move forward, I just wanted to check with my people here. I'll see you soon though, I should hope?" Ojune Wajune "We should all probably be departing here shortly. I look forward to seeing you there." [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Locke Fairwind "There's a familiar face. Here for the second pilgrimage, I take it?" Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa nods slightly "Yes, accompanying people seems to be the best idea" Locke Fairwind "So we're both here for the same reasons once more. Pleasure working with ya again, though I'm afraid I can't quite recall your name." Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa blushes a bit, remembering that he, in fact, never even said his name "Ilwe'ran.. Just call me Ilwe" Locke Fairwind "Ilwe, huh? Good to meet ya, again. The name's Locke, but if you'll excuse me I'm gonna sit down and take a load off before we go." Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa nods to Locke, associating his face and name before doing the same for John and turning to Mikh'a, listening his conversation with Ojune Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa speaks softly to Ojune "I took some clothes again for those who might need some" Ojune Wajune spies a familiar form on a bench in the distance. He smiles back to Ilwe and John, "Pardon me a moment." [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Mikh'a Korofi "Ah! Kanaria..!" Mikh'a Korofi bows awkwardly, he has nooo finesse. Mikh'a Korofi looks up at Kanaria. "You and Siha alright here? I'm going on ahead to meet Kahn'a." Mikh'a Korofi "I'll see the both of you soon, be careful." Mikh'a Korofi "And safe travels to all of you." he adds in another awkwardly stupid bow. Mikh'a Korofi "Cliodhna." he says as he passes. [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Cliodhna Eoghan Walks up to Ilwe, giving him a soft smile before crouching down. "Glad to see you here...." Murmurs in his ear. John Waterstrike looking around, he spots Cliodhna coming up too them. He gave a smile wave. Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa 's voice is barely a whisper as he sees Cliodhna "I'm glad to see you" he just says Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa smiles a slit "You're there for the pilgrimage ?" Cliodhna Eoghan Gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You know you didn't have to come today...but it does make me happy seeing you." Pauses. "I've been concerned but thought your space was more important than banging down your door to check in. Yeah....Erik thinks I could use some religion in my life." Chuckles. Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa sighs softly, his face showing now more visibly his sadness "I'll be fine.. Mavra is taking care of the children while I'm here and I can't just stay away from the world and expecting it to wait for me to be better.. Right ?" Cliodhna Eoghan Gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You know you didn't have to come today...but it does make me happy seeing you." Pauses. "I've been concerned but thought your space was more important than banging down your door to check in. Yeah....Erik thinks I could use some religion in my life." Chuckles. Cliodhna Eoghan Pauses and leans over to pull Ilwe into an one arm hug. "No you can't, but you shouldn't push yourself too far either if you're not ready." Makes a slight frown, concern evident in her features. Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa is surprised by the woman's gesture as his ears perking and his tail switching once show it. Though doesn't reject the movement, actually leaning a bit in her direction. He sighs "I can't do a thing about what happened and she wouldn't like me secluding me.." Cliodhna Eoghan Releases him after a couple of moments; the action almost a surprise to herself as well. She hadn't meant to do that, but Ilwe just looked like he needed the extra comfort and she acted. "Both these things are true, you also have children that need their father and you need to do your best to take it one day at a time. I know it hurts really bad but it will heal in time. Not sure when, but it will. Just remember that." Gives his shoulder another light squeeze before dropping her arm gently. Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa nods a bit to Clio "I.. Really appreciate it.. Your words.." He sighs Cliodhna Eoghan "It'll take some time dear, that's all I can say but you know I'm here if you need someone to talk to about it." Stands and hold out a hand for Ilwe, intent on pulling him to his feet. "Come on, We better get this party rolling." Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa lets her do and nods "Thank you.. Really. For everything" Cliodhna Eoghan Smiles. "Of course." Replies simply. "Did everyone get their clothes that needed it?" Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa Not yet. I should just see if anybody needs some around Cliodhna Eoghan Nods. "Good plan. I won't be needing a coat this time." Chuckles lightly. "Still can't believe I had forgotten mine last time." [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Ojune Wajune "Angora! Why are you hiding clear back here?" Angora Khilo chuckles, "I only found a open place to sit, I didn't mean to be hiding." Ojune Wajune grins up at her, "There is plenty of bench space over near the others. I'm surprised to find you here, I heard you'd been sick?" Angora Khilo scratches her head, "A-A bit, yes. After I joined you all last time, I didn't want to miss again." She smiles and nods. Ojune Wajune "You'll be all right in Mor Dhona? The crystals can play havoc, especially to one already feeling unwell." Ojune Wajune grins up at her, "There is plenty of bench space over near the others. I'm surprised to find you here, I heard you'd been sick?" Angora Khilo "I'm honestly not sure, Master Ojune. Mrs. Daphine has had me on house arrest for suns now." She chuckles and shrugs. Ojune Wajune "Hm. . . In that case it's better safe than sorry, yes? Stay close to the fairy and she'll help absorb the stray aether in the area." Angora Khilo "Easy enough. Is anyone else from the Rose joining us tonight?" Ojune Wajune "I was hoping mister Vaughn was at least going to arrive." Ojune Wajune "Oh! Ciel should be arriving as well." Angora Khilo "That's good to know." Angora winces a bit as she stands, brushing herself off a bit. "Would you like to move back to the group? I wouldn't want to keep you away from them." Ojune Wajune glances about the assembled group, "We really should be heading to Mor Dhona." Ojune Wajune smiles, "I'll be going ahead a bit to scout the path. [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] John Waterstrike turns back to the pack and pulls out some water, sipping slowly. Yhisa Chasleide approaches the clustered people with some curiosity. " I heard there was to be some sort of.. pilgrimage..." she begins. Looking between the assembled miqo'te with some curiosity. John Waterstrike wave to the miqo'te. "Yes, this is the place. Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa looks up at the miqo'te and forces a smile before answering to her, his voice soft and soothing "You're at the right place Lady" Yhisa Chasleide nods. "Thank you, for not turning me away." John Waterstrike frowns. "Why should we turn you away, Madam." Yhisa Chasleide thinks a moment before responding after some thought. "I have discovered that pilgrimages, tend to form clusters of people, and its hard to gain entry. I suppose, but then again I am usually surprised by the kindness of others lately." John Waterstrike looks around at the change in weather. He shiver at the 'chill' and gloom that. Yhisa Chasleide "Clothing? You're giving away clothing? I have not received any such garments.." Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa smiles at the miqo'te "Yes, I have a few if you need something. Some boots, pants and different vests" Cliodhna Eoghan Gives John a small wave. "How have you been?" Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa picks some clothes out of the box carried by his chocobo and gives a package to the miqo'te "Here, this should do" John Waterstrike the slight pale face might give Cliodhna an idea. "Sick. I caught a stomach aliment while helping at the clinic." Cliodhna Eoghan Turns her mouth into a light frown. "Oh dear...Are you sure you're able to go? You don't want to push yourself if you're feeling sick..." John Waterstrike nods a little. "It's while Kit is out." He point to the carbuncle. "I'm just weak and she's supporting me." [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] Ilwe'ran Hlaiwa We should get going now, the road is long up to Mor Dohna Locke Fairwind "Here for the pilgrimage, I take it?" Locke Fairwind "Good thing I decided to pick my traveling boots to this event." Locke Fairwind "Mor Dhona... Not too far from here, though the path will only get more dangerous from here on out."

[align=center]"And now, to end our night here by Thaliak's stone, I welcome up Lady Lottie, Lord Vaugh, and Master Telluride!"[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]Vaughn Antain sheepishly walks up. Ojune claps for the trio. Lottie Forsaidh throws an excited smile at Vaughn, opening an arm to beckon him closer. Nathan Telluride joins them, "My thanks to you, good squires and dames, for spending this evening with us in our humble tribute to the Scholar, and for resisting the urge to leave early, for like all teachers, Thaliak can get exasperated with those who can't remain all through class." "It is a tribute to Louisoix, Thaliak's finest follower, and how his knowledge and sacrifice have made it possible for us to live, learn, think and even breathe to this day." Nathan strums an opening note, and sets a heavy beat going; the song emerges as much like a chanted prayer as anything else, and he taps his boot-heel to the crystal ground in accompaniment.[/align] [align=center]♪♫♪♫♪♫♪[/align] [align=center] ♪ Standing all alone, upon a mesa, there at Carteneau, looking down.. ♪ ♪ At Garleans below: a bloody battle, lit up from above, as fire falls ♪ ♪ Upon us all... ♪ Vaughn sings, a light tenor resonating a somewhat feminine tone. ♪The valley is a dance of grim destruction ♪ ♪Warriors of Light, leading the charge ♪ ♪Terror in the sky, a moon is falling in fireball ♪ ♪Winged death we saw ♪ ♪Where is Louisoix? ♪ ♪Twelve Preserve us...♪ Lottie opens her arms to demonstrate her voice, expression knitting with worry. ♪Moon above us, burning, falling...♪ ♪Flames engulf us; who will save our home?♪ ♪ Nightmare in the skies, come down from orbit; murder in its eyes, annihilation. ♪ ♪ Hope is almost lost, 'til on the mesa, cyan sphere appears, hope comes to all, ♪ ♪ From Louisoix ♪ ♪Challenge is accepted, and Bahamut hovers in the sky ♪ ♪Scions praying ♪ ♪Calling to the gods, for our deliv'rance ♪ ♪Binding force collapses; one final thought ♪ ♪Haunts Louisoix ♪ ♪Twelve Preserve Us... ♪ ♪Conflagration, burning, falling...♪ ♪Desperation, who will save our home? ♪ ♪ Wagering his life, a final gambit: Heroes bathed in light... are seen no more... ♪ ♪Cycles five have passed: A world in mourning ♪ ♪Who could realize they're alive? ♪ ♪No one understands what Louisoix's done ♪ ♪Warriors of Light have come back home ♪ ♪From Carteneau ♪ ♪ Sun above us, shining, warming, memories empty, coming, coming, ♪ ♪Sun above us, shining, warning, memories empty, coming, coming, ♪ ♪ Moon above us, burning, falling, memories scalded, seeking home... ♪ ♪Home. ♪ ♪Home.♪ ♪ Home! ♪ "Thank you all!" (This is our tribute to FFXIV's opening cinematic, with a classic song to frame it)[/align] [align=center]Jt-R5hj_lWM [/align]

Simple room shot, half at least. Very cute set up in the top with a little stage and places to sit. Also got to unlock an achievement with Xenedra, where we both stared at a wall for RP. (We were looking at the map) And that "poem": Starkle, starkle, little twink, Who the hell you are I think, I am not under what they call The alcofluence of incohol. I am not drunk as thinkle peep, I am just a little slort of sheep. Tee martoonis make a guy Fool so feelish, do not know why Rally do not know who's me yet The drunker I stay the longer I get So just one more to full my cup, I have all day sober to Darkday up.

Jancis walked across the boardwalk of the Mist to the stairs that dipped into the tide. The close time of equinox bringing a swell of water up that danced around her knees. Lord Bravaden had a good point. Lady Syl was not the only victim of odd mischief. And mischief it truly was! While the others either stood around misunderstanding the show of affection, Memeli was fully aware. The risk of giving Syl the antidote after Memeli's reaction was too great, particularly because Syl had downed the entire bottle. The only recourse was to deal with it and let it play out. Let it play out. It was all she could do to not be overwhelmed by the amorous nature of the woman. The cold water was comforting as Jancis blushed over recounting. The warm arm, the look in her eyes as if no one else in the world existed. Shining with their green hazel hue, the conjurer had a glimpse that wasn't meant for her. Her hand came up to her lips, sinking down into the sand to let the tide come over her shoulders in a cold hug, and lingered there for a moment. How furious was Syl going to be in the morn? She couldn't think of anything to comfort the woman on what clearly a ruse... a warm tender ruse... Jancis simply had to write her a letter. Be swift and explain her decision to leave Syl in such a state and apologize for the actions therein and thereafter caused by it. Explain that in her best intentions things did not go completely as hoped and that Syl was the victim. By cruel fate... a glimpse of Menphina was stolen... and Jancis now completely understood why Sir Ironblood always had such a brilliant smile upon his face. In the morn at Syl's door was a letter sealed, explaining all. And she left. And she left to wander. Leaving word with others she headed out to walk on foot back towards the Shroud, hopefully finding counsel with other friends for the feelings that were upturned by one simple brush of lips.

Funzies!

“It hurts.” The torrent of emotions came, like an overbearing dam finally being torn apart by the river behind it, flooding the valley below. There in the dark with the residue of light she saw him, tears and all, just as he was. Broken, pathetic, plain faced, and as ugly as anyone could let themselves been seen. Honest. Overwhelmingly honest. Tears came down her cheeks as she listened and took in everything. She had no concept of how much time had passed as he went on and on, purging the secrets and thoughts from within. She took every one of them; listening on and on as the words poured out, ravaged by the feeling of empathy as the pain was re-lived. And her view of him did change. The drawings children had made of him morphed into a dramatic detailed scope of a man, colors of ink blurring and mixing into blackness before washing away in years of unshed tears to nothingness. soaking into paper to create a new grayish slate with all of the tales becoming part of it; the canvas fresh to add more to. She let the satchel she had been so careful about slide to the floor. The contents inside were useless right now. The creams to help with his aches and sensitivity, the crystals attuned to help regulate and revitalize, her notes on contacts in Ul'dah and letters to present to old colleagues on her behalf. It was all pointless right now. It was quiet, still dark. Jancis' legs were sore and asleep from her static position for so long. The floor creaked as she moved, standing and taking the pillow on the bed. She sat where it had been, her back against the wall. Putting the fluff in front of her, she grabbed Franz. Expecting him to be limp from such an emotional upheaval, she used that to gather him enough to sort him out on the bed. Face in the pillow against her leg, blanket down so just his toes peered out. Acting like a husband pillow, she kept her arm up over the man's side and held him lightly. Her mind raced with thoughts as she did. That the missing memories and pieces would be found or replaced. That Nymeia would have left him had he been worthless. The tide of emotion was ebbing and she was left fatigued afterwards. He didn't need the emotion suppressed right now, her mind lingered.. dropping the encouraging thoughts previously thought to bring to speech. They both needed to experience the raw feelings. So she sat there holding Franz as she closed her eyes, head dropping down to hang, as soft words finally came from her. "Being strong is damn exhausting."

[align=center]"We are very lucky to have you all here this eve and to share with one another. As we are lucky to have another story. This time from Master Ojune." Jancis bows, smiling warmly at the man before clapping and moving away from the stage.[/align] [align=center] Ojune Wajune comes up, "Hullo everyone! I hope you’re all doing quite well today!" Vaughn chuckles. Ilwe'ran's ears perk in Ojune's direction and he smiles slightly. [/align] [align=center] "Now, I’ve a tale for you today called ‘Hellfire Raptor Stew.’ As with many of my other stories I could use help in it’s telling. Especially for this one. -You- all get to choose how the story progresses!" "There will be prompts in the story and I’ll just need you to yell out what you’d like to see happen next. The majority will win." "All right. Lets begin." Ojune clears his throat before launching into the tale.[/align] [align=center]♣♣♣♣♣ The red-head was forced to move to the other side of the room as a sudden fit of coughing caused the middling aged woman to double over. Olivia looked back to the sudden cloud of dust she’d kicked up in her mum’s old library. The place had really fallen into disuse the last few years as her mum’s eyesight failed with age. It hadn’t even been a moon since her mum’s passing and Olivia still felt the loss heavily. So it’d been slow going to sort through her mum’s old possessions. Peering down, Olivia examined the scroll in her hand. It was squished, having been jammed between two books on gardening, and the edges were yellowed and cracking. She untied the ribbon that held it together and carefully unrolled the brittle parchment. Instead of the gardening trick or perhaps a recipe that she had expected, Olivia found a scroll that instructed: ‘Thaliak’s Grace and Guidance shall be granted with a pilgrimage to His prayer stone. Recite the following passage whilst kneeling before His stone. After which, rise, turn about, and head down the path until ye reach His river. Do not leave the path and ye shall be granted the knowledge ye seek.’ What followed was a rather short prayer to Thaliak that could be customized to asking for a particular bit of knowledge. “What a flight of fancy…” Olivia shook her head, set the scroll aside, and went back to her cleaning of the library. What her mum had kept that nonsense of a scroll for, she had no idea. What she -actually- hoped to discover in this library, was a recipe her mum had invented called Hellfire Raptor Stew. The scroll had been a disappointment. However, this recipe had yet to reveal itself after suns more cleaning and cataloging of the entire cottage. Hellfire Raptor Stew was a huge success even outside her small village and it was a comforting, if fiery, treat Olivia would miss. Yet it was the connection the stew brought between her friends, her family, and especially her mum that she’d miss the most. She knew most of the ingredients but some of the subtleties her mother used to prepare it was lacking. The brittle old scroll and it’s prayer, however, persisted in her thoughts to distraction! Until she finally caved in and resolved that she would at least seek His stone on her way to Gridania soon. Hadn’t her mother made the pilgrimage to His stone several times herself? Perhaps it would make her feel closer to her and ease some of the ache in her heart.[/align] [align=center] And so it was, two suns later, that Olivia found herself kneeling before the Mark of the Scholar, scroll in hand. She knew what she wanted and she began the prayer from the scroll. She was feeling awfully silly but she was alone. So what could it hurt?[/align] [align=center] “Thaliak, by your grace, grant me the knowledge of what I believe to be lost. The recipe of my mother’s design called Hellfire Raptor Stew. This Seeker of wisdom humbly asks that the path you set before me lead only to my wisdom and prosperity.” Surely Thaliak would grant such a simple thing? When she finished she rose and turned about to find the path looked no different from when she’d arrived. What had she expected really? “This really is a flight of fancy. . . I hope mum heard me at least.” She sighed to herself and started walking back to the proper roads. Until it felt like over a bell late and the sun hadn’t moved and the path seemed to stretch on much further than she remembered. “I should have reached the main path by now.” Her own voice little comfort. Frightened she begins to walk faster. Perhaps she’d simply misjudged the time it took to walk to the stone. That was until she realized that the path only grew more jungle like that in La Noscea and lost the crystalline quality of Mor Dhona. Then in the path she spotted an old trapper, dragging along a slain raptor by it’s feet. The old hunter looked up from his toiling when he noticed her presence. His voice gravelly and broken with the wear of time, “Excuse me miss, might you help an old man out? My son usually helps me now-a-days but he’s off with the lass he fancies. I just need to string it up and get it cleaned. Then it will be far easier for me to manage.” He tapped the foot of the large raptor. Olivia paused. Did she really have time to be helping a random stranger when the path was doing such odd things and she was expected to be in Gridania? Maybe he was dangerous! Yell out what you all think should happen! Leave? Help Partway? or Fully Help? "ROB HIM!!" "Fully Help!" "Fully Help!!" "LEAVE" "Fully Help!" "Fully Help!" "Fully Help!" A'rho smacks Faezbhar in the arm before answering "Fully help!" "Fully help!" Ilwe'ran smiles at the folks' yells but keeps silent himself. "Fully help!" "Fully help!" Ojune can't help but chuckle at the robbing comment. "Leave." "ROB HIM!" "That was not an option..." "Fully help." "Yelling!" chimes Iskierka at the end.[/align] [align=center] Ojune gives a nod continuing on. Surely Olivia couldn’t just leave the old man. Time seemed to not be advancing normally anyroad. The sun still hung in the same place it was when she first left the stone. So what could it hurt? Tying back her skirts she helps hoist the raptor, feet first, from the limb of a tree. Olivia was quite careful to not step off the path herself. For her heart told her that would only lead to disaster. Olivia smiled to the man, “Pray rest, sir. I’ll make short work of this over-sized lizard.” “Thank you, kindly miss. These old bones just don’t move like I’d like them to anymore. But with your help I’ll be able to get this back to my wife’s marinade. This lizard will be nice and tender come supper tomorrow.” The old man sat on a log nearby letting her borrow his leather apron, which held a hunting knife in a sheath. Olivia deftly cut the beast from stem to stern and the mention of a marinade tugged at her memory. She’d watched her mother marinate the raptor meat but couldn’t recall much other than it was white. She inquired of the man, “What does your wife use to marinate raptor with, sir?” This earned a chuckle from the old man, “Why buttermilk of course! Is there any other way? A half a cup of salt with fresh cracked peppercorns and half a cup of molasses for each gallon of buttermilk. Certain to soften up the meat of any ol’ lizard.” Olivia nodded a few times, making mental note to try it one of these days. And perhaps that's what her mother had used? “Of course sir! It sounds quite delicious.” And so they babbled for a short time until she’d finished her task and the cleaned, much lightened carcass would surely be easier for the old man to carry now. She was showered with the man’s thanks before the parted ways and now she on the path with the creature’s blood up to her elbows. Thankfully, the apron had protected her clothes. Continuing along the path until she was back into the crystalline paths of Mor Dhona, Olivia kept a look out for something she could wash off in. Eventually she did come to a small stream that ran across the path she traveled. A quick wash later leaves her feeling much better and she unties her skirts. She is about to start walking again when she notices that the path ahead lead right to her mum’s cottage. “Ooh now what.” Olivia muttered aloud as she scanned the nearby area. Nothing else from around her mum’s cottage was there. Just the house, it’s chimney sending smoke rising into the open sky. The door stood right open in the center of the path to invite her inwards. But there was space on the path for her to go around the house. Her eyes pricked with tears as she could smell bread baking. Something the cottage hadn’t smelled of since her mum’s passing. The realization made her ache. So Olivia debated her options. Give me a yell on what she should do! Go around? Or enter? ♣♣♣♣♣ "Its haunted. BURN IT DOWN." demands Memeli, Vaughn chuckles. "Enter!" "Enter!" "Aw, go on and Enter!" "Enter!" "Wark!" "Go around !" "Enter!" "Enter, looks fun!" "She must enter! She simply must!" "Enter!" "Enter, yes!" "DEFINITELY HAUNTED. INVESTIGATE." " Why do they always investigate voidsent unprepared?" "I say BURN!" Steeling herself, Olivia decided she was going to see what was in the cottage. Upon entry she saw her mum, several years younger and bustling about the large kitchen. Her mum looked as Olivia remembered her from when she herself was only about twelve cycles. Large tears began to spill down her cheeks. When her mother caught sight of her she immediately cooed, “Oh, Dumpling. Did that Darrus boy pick on you again? Come here and help mum cook. You tell me all about it.” Biting her lower lip to hold back the sob she considered acting as she had at that age. Simply running through the house to the back gardens for a good cry. Or she could actually take her mum up on her offer. Lets hear you yell what you’d like to see her do. Does Olivia Stay? Or Run? "Staay! She oughta stay!" "...Stay." "Stay! ...Unless her eyes were glowing red." "Stay" "... ... stay." "Stay." "Stay! Her mother means her no harm!" "Stay!" "Stay!" "Ask her about the afterlife and gods for science!" "Leave praise Rhaglr, Eorzeans..." Ciel elbows Jon. Jonathan grunts and Vaughn smirks at Jonathan. Jonathan piles his weight on Ciel partially as a response, meeting Ciel's stare, with a "But they should!" glare; Ciel frowns and mutters to Jon only for him to hear. Hiccuping back the sobs she moves to her mother’s side. Her mother was treating her like she was twelve. How could Olivia bring up that the tears now were from her being dead and not this memory? “N-no mum. It was Zachary. He’s going on a date with Karrin.” “Oh! I didn’t know you fancied him. Never-you-mind. If he’s got eyes for ones like that stuck up child then you’re better off without him.” Her mum hums while she finished cutting the seasoned raw dodo breast into bite sized pieces. “Brown the meat dear, while I cut up more vegetables for the soup.” Given what Olivia knew of Zachary -now-, her mother would have been more than right. The thought made her smile a bit and she longed for this to last. She found herself wondering aloud, “Why do I brown it if I’m only going to boil it for soup?” Her mum paused in her chopping to look back to her daughter in mild surprise. Olivia of twelve cycles had been going through a rebellious phase where she ‘hated’ cooking. But the look passed quickly and she smiled, “Because you get more flavor from the meat if you caramelize it first-- Oh! I seem to have forgotten to pick the rosemary. Will you be a dear and fetch me a sprig? I’ll watch the pan.” Fresh tears sprung to Olivia’s eyes. She knew once she left the cottage, it would be gone. Her mum lost once more. Yet what was she to do? Stay here in this altered memory? She was a grown woman now, even though her mum didn’t seem to see it. And so she threw her arms around her mum, croaking out, ”I love you so much.” Before retreating out the back door to the crystalline path. Her mum’s amused tone following her from behind, “My word! I love you too, dumpling.” Olivia didn’t look back. After she’d gotten her emotions under control, was when Olivia spotted the form made of fire just ahead. She’d seen the basic fire spirits before and this one seemed nothing like them. It twirled and flickered across the path in the loosest form of a person. She watched it move with an unnerving and enticingly beautiful grace. It finally paused it’s dance before the point Olivia stood transfixed, speaking in a voice that was neither man nor woman. “Ye can see me, Child of Man? How strange. Strange indeed. Tis not oft I can converse to your kind.” It flickered excitedly, “A game then, Child of Man?” When Olivia withdrew, thinking the spirit would cast some sort of fire on her, the elemental laughed, “Ye have no need to fear! Your kind is fragile in form but occasionally fiery of wit! A game of the mind is all, Child. Riddles!” This gave Olivia pause. She was torn as spirits could be fickle. What should she do? Should she refuse and run away, hoping the spirit wouldn’t burn her for escape? Or should she play this game and risk drawing the spirit’s ire with further talk? Run or Play? Yell out you answers now! "Play!" "Play!" "Yes, yes. Play!" "Playyy~!" "Hmm...yes, play, play!" "Play! She can do it!" "Play indeed." "Play!" "She's still there?" "Jonathan! >.<" "Always play!" "Play. MAKE BETS." But she's going to die Ciel! Die from not thinking!" The elemental flares brightly in it’s happiness, but Olivia barely felt any heat, “I’ll give ye a special prize when we’re done. For I have three for ye. Now the first riddle: ‘No legs have I to dance, No lungs have I to breathe, No life have I to live or die. And yet I do all three. Am I a: tree’s branch, a candle, or fire?’” "A candle!" "Branch!" "Fire!" "Fire!" "fire!" "Fire." "Fire!" "Hmm...fire!" "Fire. FIRE! GAHAHAHA!" Ojune Wajune is a little afraid of Memeli after all this. "I believe it to be a candle? No, a fire!...Candle...?" "Candle." Olivia was flustered but gave it some serious thought, weighing over the three provided options and the clues. A candle needed to breath but only when lit. It of course it couldn’t dance itself. It was easy to dismiss. The branch was more difficult. It did dance in the breeze. And it was the leaves of the branch that breathed. But it -was- very much alive. “Fire.” It flared happily, “Very good, Child. I apologize if it was too simple. But it is my very favorite riddle and I couldn’t pass it by.” The elemental twirls in place, “All right. My next riddle for ye is thus: ‘I cannot lie: I cannot lay, but only lie. What am I?’” What does Olivia choose? Yell me which you think it is! A politician, a stone, or a hunter. "Hunter!" "Stone." "A stone!" "Stone." "Stone!" "stone!" "Everybody must say stone...." Cici chimes in, "... Politician." "Stone!" "Politician! EVIL SCUM! Hail the Sultana!" "I'm partial to hunter." "A...A p-politician!" "Politicians can certainly get laid as can hunters, I say stone." "The sultana is a politician!" "SHUT UP RHO." "NEVER!" "Of course it is a Politician, warrior of the pen and promise." She worried at her lip a moment in thought. She knew it had to be either the stone or the politician. The hunter was just too odd. “Stone.” She found herself blurting out. Instantly her heart sank as the elemental shimmered in what she took to be amusement, “Nay, Child. For only a politician fits that sort of contradiction.” Tiny embers emit off the spirit, “One final one then, Child. What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, and has a bed but never sleeps? Am I: water, a river, or a flower?” /yell me which Olivia should pick! "AHHHHHHHH. NOT THIS ONE! ...River." "River!" "River." "Thaliak's Grace be a River!!" "River!" "River!" "A river, for the occasion." "River~" "A river!" Olivia blinked a few times as she gave it some serious thought. Water was easy to dismiss as it didn’t have any of those things itself. But flowers grew in a bed and had unweeping heads. Some had what looked like mouth and other ran tendrils along the ground. However, a river had all of those things at all times. She took a deep breath, hoping she chose correctly, “A river.” A joyous flare from the spirit, “Yes! I didn’t trick you I find. It was a pleasure to see the fire of your wit!” The spirit’s fiery form shimmered in amusement, “Not bad I suppose, Child of Man. Ye didn’t get them all correct but it twas a pleasure none-the-less. For your prize I shall tell ye some of what ye seek. A grated knob of ginger root, cinnamon sticks simmering in broth, and a spicy paprika oil will add a deep and flavorful spice to your dish.” And with that, it danced away off the path where she could not follow. Olivia stood with her mouth agape before she finally took action to scribble down her new found knowledge before she forgot it. She wondered aloud, “How much of each? What exactly is spicy paprika oil?” She tapped the back of the quill to her chin as she continued walking, before adding quietly, “And -what- does a fire spirit know of food anyroad?” ♣♣♣♣♣ She rounds the next bend and discovers another Thaliak stone. Only this one stood small and understated before the crystal clear ethereal waters of the river that flowed before her. It took her a moment to notice the writing at the base of the stone, ‘Should you truly need more insight, seeker of knowledge, drink from these waters and more will be made clear.’ Olivia considered the words a moment. There were things she didn’t quite understand. Like the quantities. So she kneels and cups the cool water in her palms and drinks deep. She now heard the strange voice of the spirit, “Knowledge is just facts. Wisdom comes from experimentation of those facts. Ye think things through and the answer shall be there.” It was right of course. She had some of the and just needed to look into them and experiment. Her mother’s voice whispers softly as she had done after a childhood nightmare, “Knowledge isn’t always easy to obtain. It often takes perseverance, dumpling.” She could almost feel warm arms about her and felt a pang of loss for not staying longer at the cottage to learn what her mother had to tell her. When her eyes opened again, Olivia realized she could no longer hear the burble of the river and noticed she was kneeling before the stone in Mor Dhona, scroll still clutched in her hand. Her gaze sought the sun and she noted that it was only a bit past noon still. She rose to her feet and made her way towards the Twelveswood. "Proof to just report it to the prepared..." Jonathan side glances Ciel just in time as she sticks her tongue out at Jonathan. "Thank you! Our adventure story from Master Ojune!" [/align]

[align=center]"Would you honor us with a song?" Oscare Iono steps up, relaxing. "Good evening everyone. I hope you're enjoying the show so far. I see tons of familiar and unfamiliar faces alike."[/align] [align=center] "Today we gather for the Celebration of Thaliak, the Scholar." Oscare opens the case strapped along his back, pulling out a reflective and shiny ebony violin. He brings it up to his chin. "♪From morning till midnight, I can't find a reason; this world keeps on turning without a single motive;" "♪The value of this life results to nothing much; even if I were to die -- nothing would change;" "♪If it didn't matter either way, then I would stay; I'd choose life and I would die another day; because I know right now, if I were to die," "♪I would rather leave a bit of me behind..." Oscare takes a deep breath, exhaling strongly. He stops for a whole two seconds, a blank look on his lavender eyes. He continues. "♪And, I'm terrified, the future is unclear; in my own eyes, the past is dark;" "♪'Why won't you go? It hurts so much', I call out; wishing my feelings would all be thrown all away;" "♪If it didn't matter either way, both the same; I would laugh so I could cry another day," "♪And because of that, I know if I'm alone; I would rather laugh my time all away..." Oscare continues into a harmony of no lyrics, the back of his feels shifting along with the rhythm. All of a sudden, a fast series of words roll right out smoothly. "♪ 'I won't love myself unless I am flawless in every single thing I do,';" "♪'Hesitating only shows how weak you are'," "♪'Feelings only get in the way'," "♪So then maybe you're in pain because you can't get back up now?" "♪And you can't seem to be taking anymore?" Oscare chuckles a little bit, his strumming elbow quivering a little bit. A slower strum follows a much more dreary and hesitant tone.[/align] [align=center] "♪Although emotions seem unnecessary; can you not feel something warm inside the tears?" "♪Something way too hard to see... and always wobbly..." "♪I think we all call it something like a 'heart'," Oscare slows to a stop... looking up. His violet gaze glows once again, finishing his song without even looking at the string -- playing by heart.[/align] [align=center] "♪If it didn't matter either way, I'd never stray;" "♪So I'd see if it was worth my while to stay; whether not I would cry today or maybe I'd laugh it all away," "♪I know I'd love that small life of mine the same..." "♪And even you," "♪Never need to try and be someone else; just be you." "♪'It's all fine'." "♪'Am I fine?'" "♪You're just fine!" "♪And in time... you will find..." "♪You're just fine..."[/align] [align=center] Oscare lowers the instrument and takes a bow. "Sorry. For any tears. Make sure you take care of yourselves, folks."[/align]

Jancis dropped her hand, eyes steadily looking at the door. Instinctively her hand went for the door handle. And it worked. The gust of air that came in from the door swinging was noticable, wrinkling the unheaved sheets as it passed, as Jancis let herself in. Closing the door behind, her steps were sure as she approached him. Her eyes adjusted to the dimmer room in the time it took to close the distance. Taking all she saw, there was no hesitation in her step. Kneeling down and sinking down to his level, her hands were quick to help him sit up, taking his elbow and shoulder. He was certainly a much larger man, and she had to use her form to assist in that offer to get him back upright. Reaching up to the bed, she pulled on the top blanket, ruining what was made of the bed, and dragged it around Franz's shoulders. There was a bit of fussing as it bundled around him. Finally, after that, she looked him in the eye. She hadn't the idea of all the chaotic thoughts that passed through his mind for the past couple hours. The beratement he was giving himself. The conflicting feelings that cycled around to the same conclusion; a worthless hunk of man passively hoping to be done, for the ultimate solution to any problem. The isolation that was easier to accept than failing once more. He had been right. Jancis sat there in front of him on the floor, tucking blankets around the man, taking him for the face value of whatever he had shown her. Blissfully ignorant of the flaws and horrors in his mind. Why wouldn't she? In her mind, she felt related to him. A person lost from another place building up life and experiences. A man that had lost his own. She knew he was Garlean; he'd shown her his face without any illusion to it. Confessed his fear of harming her and the grief he felt to the other man that... that was a part of him? Was it two men she looked at? Even if that was the case, the soul of the man had given for what he believed a worthy cause. Franz. And every action since then had been with little reward. The urge to support was intense; and her own mind was in disagreement. She also had thoughts about how much the man in front of her deserved. To help him piece together his memory. To figure out more about his wife and child and return to them. So she sat in front of him, not smiling and not frowning. Just looking at Franz in the dim room, her eyes and attention his for the next reaction, the next rejection, whatever he decided to try.

Hello, Working on April's pilgrimage and wanted to get back to roots on the event with finding people who are interested in a particular (or particular few) of the Twelve. I'll be touching base with regulars and see what they want as well! I don't have a time set yet, but I'm thinking it'll be between the 17th to the 20th depending on people's availability. Nymeia, the watcher of celestial bodies and goddess of fate, commands the element of water and is associated with the Second Umbral Moon (fourth month). She is depicted as a weaver donning a white, silken veil. Her symbol is the spinning wheel. Elder sister of Althyk, and master of Rhalgr. If someone has a connection to her or her ideals and would like to be a speaker at the event, please send me a PM with what times you're available at and what your basic idea is. I'm going to have fewer speakers at this pilgrimage and focus on keeping the event shorter. I'm also looking for a couple people after the event who would like to help others interact and share their own opinions. Things to do: - can either do a song, a poem, something artistic about Nymeia. - Tell a story about how Nymeia has impacted your life in character. - Can lead a 'prayer corner' after the presentation where the person asks others for their opinions and encourage people to talk/be creative. As she is tied to fate this is a good opportunity to be semi fortune-telling, but more. - Have an idea for the music for the event I'd be very happy to have it for the immersion. While it is religious-themed I don't want to overdo that and replicate everything from like a church, so that's one thing to keep in mind. This is more of a gathering and reflection on people. A bit of inspiration or thanksgiving. Things like moments of silence or getting the crowd to do the same thing is good, but keeping things in a fun perspective without mimicking real life religion is a balance I want to maintain.

... ... w-what? What's happened? ... Hm... something terrifying Something wonderful! ((Happy April Fools from Edda & Jancis ♥))

[align=center]"We have more reasons to celebrate this night. Lady Leanne, please come take the stage now and continue with our fanfare." Leanne Delphium lifts herself, taking the stage with a expression of shock. Her words were slow. "I, well....give me a minute to gather my thoughts! And say grats to Mr. Chuta and Ms. Annunu. A match made in heaven." Chuta smiles and nods at Leanne. Leanne takes a few extra seconds breathing. "May I say! What I will say today, perhaps you will already know! Perhaps you don't! But doesn't matter, because my objective today is to entertain you all!" "Starting with three things...first. Life in itself is a teacher. There is not a single day where we get to attain the knowledge of something, minimal as it can be! Second...knowledge will not always be pleasant." she looks at Jancis, smiling. "Like the boy who discovered pain...certain things will not be as pleasant to know." Jancis beams back at Leanne. Leanne grins. "And third....did you guys know that moogles love music? Like, they really, really love music? More than alcohol maybe!" she giggles, then whistles. "Okay guys, time to show up!" as she orders so, a bunch of moogles begin to materialize all over tree, all of them with different outfits and instruments. Leanne had summoned a moogle troupe! Beside her, four moogles appeared, waving.[/align] [align=center]"Being friend with moogles does have some advantanges.." Ojune's eyes widen at the display. Ilwe'ran tilts his head and smells the air, wondering if there is some alcohool attracting those moogles somewhere. "Please...enjoy the show!"[/align] [align=center]♪♫♪♫♪♫♪[/align] [align=center] Leanne clears her throat and then falls to silence. That is, until the troupe of moogles come to life, prompting her to start dancing alongside her fellow friends, her voice marrying with the tune in a cheerful, upbeat song! "This is the little journey of mine...!" Moogles chime in! ♪The Journey of her Life!♪ Leanne sings again. "I shall learn a yalm of stuff!" Then moogles appear! ♪Knowledge's rife!♪ Leanne beams brightly! "I will learn good things...!" ♪But not everything is nice!♪ she sighs despondently. "Nothing I can do, for such is the unavoidable price to learn..." overdramatically, she falls to her knees, moogles singing in unison over her! ♪Thaliak's path to life!♪ Leanne stands up, as a xylophone fades in. A moogle talks to her! ♪Leanne, that's how you start to walk!♪ she nods, mimicking him as both march in a silly manner. Another moogle appears. ♪Leanne, you should learn how write and talk!♪ Book and pencil fall from the sky onto her arms! A third moogle appears. ♪Leanne, eat this mushroom.♪ A dangerously colorful mushroom drops in front of Leanne, but as she was about to eat, a fourth one appears! ♪D-Don't eat the mushroom!♪ Leanne the moogle tackles mushroom and books alike, and making a mess on the floor, prompting Leanne to smile awkwardly. Leanne suddenly has a bow and arrow falling on her. ♪Leanne, take this bow, learn how to shoot!♪ As she aims the arrow at nowhere, she is interrupted... ♪You shall be one of the greatest archers this realm has ever seen!♪ She grins! ♪Hey Leanne, shoot that morbol.♪ She nods, and takes the shot. But! ♪N-No, don't shoot the morbol, he will...eeeewww!♪ The fourth moogle chimes in too late. A bucket of a sweet fragrance drops over Leanne, prompting her to fall to the floor in disgust. Leanne sits up, and a harp falls over her lap. ♪Leanne quick, learn to play and sing!♪ Before she starts to play! ♪Hmm, I think you're good enough.♪ Leanne looks bewildered. ♪Leanne, sprout wings and fly! Owch!♪ That moogle is hit in the head by another one. ♪She can't do that, she doesn't have wings, kupo!♪ Leanne stands up, resuming her smile! "This is the little journey of mine...!" ♪The Journey of her Life!♪ "I shall learn a yalm of stuff!" ♪Knowledge's rife!♪ the smile grows into a grin. "I shall learn good things...!" ♪But not everything is nice...!♪ Leanne winces, letting out a frustrated groan. "Nothing I can do, for such is the unavoidable price to learn..." she shakes her head... ♪Thaliak's path to life!♪ Leanne is approached by a moogle... ♪Leanne, love is a sweet thing! ♪ she nods! ♪But it can lead to a bit of pain and suffering! ♪ she shudders as the second moogle talks. The third comes in. ♪Leanne, get a lover.♪ She gasps, shaking her head! ♪Don't do it without choosing wisely!♪ she nods once again, sighing in relief. Leanne is once more approached by the first moogle. ♪Leanne, loss is an inevitable thing...♪ Leanne looks shocked, shaking her head in denial. ♪You are bound to be sad somehow, sometime...♪ the second one chimws in as she drops on her knees, weeping. ♪Leanne, it's okay to cry...♪ the third moogle says, patting her back...then fourth one flies to her face, startling her into sitting! ♪But don't forget to eventually cheer up!♪ Leanne has her iconic hat and white coat fall on top of her! [/align] [align=center]♪Leanne, you're only a victor if you continue moving forward!♪ she nods, and starts garbing herself! ♪Don't forget, you have lots of things to be happy for!♪ she stands up, third moogle besides her pointing to the crowd! ♪Hat Girl, take to the road and gooo!♪ The fourth one giggles. ♪Yes, yes, ever forward, kupo!♪ Leanne and her friends all return to dance, a big smile on their faces! "This is the little journey of mine...!" ♪The Journey of her Life!♪ "I shall learn a yalm of stuff!" ♪Knowledge's rife!♪ she laughs. "I will learn good things!" ♪But not everything is nice!♪ Leanne sighs, shrugging. "Nothing I can do, for such is the unavoidable price to learn..." she smirks at her moogle companions, shouting alongside them! "♪Thaliak's path to life!♪" Leanne and the moogles bow in sync! Leanne snickers and claps at her companions. "Thanks for helping me guys! I will deliver the alcohol later as promised!" the moogles happily talk to themselves. Alcohol, yay! They fly away with their instruments. One in specific pats the girl with a approving nod before vanishing. "How the hell did she do that..." Leanne grins. [/align]

[align=center]"This man has always shared his widsom with us and I am very honored he is here this day, to share wisdom... about wisdom." Chuta grins. "Master Chuta the stage is yours." Vaughn chuckles. Chuta Allfriend stands from his place in the audience, looking to and from. "I've got some thoughts to share, if'n no one minds me blabbin' on for a few." He grins and moves towards the front of the viewing area. "It's kinda funny t' me tonight, that we're here to offer respect to a God of Knowledge." He cants his head to the side, grinning and looking around for purchase. "Does it strike anyone else a little odd, maybe?"[/align] [align=center] "It's an offering of belief to a deity of knowing. While the two are sometimes similar, they ain't the same. Knowin' the road to home ain't the same as hopin' it'll be safe tonight. So I'm at a little bit of an impasse tonight."[/align] [align=center] "In olden days, every little township used ta' have a wise man. We believed in things back then, too, gods and the Twelve and harvest spirits and the fae. But tha's not the same as... knowin'. Someone had to know how to tend the fields. Someone had to know how to raise the livestock. Someone had to -know.-"[/align] [align=center] "Believin's all well an' good. I believe in lotsa things. I know a little bit about some stuff, too. But the two of 'em, well... They don't always see eye to eye. I 'spect a God of Knowin' is amused at the idea of us believin' in somethin' ain't no one can prove."[/align] [align=center] "It's a funny thing, belief. Sometimes it does line up. Sometimes we do know the harvest'll be rich, even if we only know it because we believe it, and..." Chuta pauses, catching himself. "See how that don't make -no- sense? Tha's what I meant about it bein' a funny thing. Some'a you are noddin' along with old Chuta, thinkin' 'yep, I done that m'self.' But it don't make a lick'a sense!" "S'alright, ain't no one gonna laugh at ya'. After the initial laugh, I mean. We've all done it. We're all doin' it. We're all here tonight, believin' in someone who knows things. We believe he knows things. He'd've known we'd believe things." Chuta glances around the crowd, an ear flicking. "Heard some funny thoughts tonight. Got me thinkin' about belief, and faith, and knowin'. It's alright, ain't no harm in doubtin'. We all got our doubts. Sometimes we think it's gon' rain, but it don't. Sometimes we think we're set for life, but we ain't."[/align] [align=center] "Sometimes we think, when all the bad stuff's happened and we're on our own, that tha's it. We done all we could, we took all the risks. We had -faith.- Faith ain't knowledge, though. Sometimes what we believe? Sometimes tha's jus' wrong. -Wrong.-"[/align] [align=center] "Sometimes we believe-" He catches himself, turning his head as someone about to be chastised by a parent. "-sometimes we -know- what's in store. We think so hard we know that the two of 'em are the same thing. Funny thing, though..."[/align] [align=center] "They ain't. None of us know what's in store. Sometimes we think we know, or we believe we know, or we know we believe. We don't, though. Knowledge is a fickle thing. Sometimes the light passes right on through like spring sun through cherry blossoms."[/align] [align=center] "I said las' month I was a lucky man. I know that. I believe it. Like I said, sometimes the two? They mingle. They look each other in the eye, and they see sometimes what we think and know and hope are all the same."[/align] [align=center] "Once, I thought I knew the future. I'd done my time, worked for it. I was wrong. And then I thought I knew the future again - knew what I'd lost. Knew what I'd never gain." He smiles despite the tone. "Wrong again." ♣♣♣ Chuta takes a deep, sobering breath and closes his eyes for a moment. Releasing it, he opens and smiles somewhat bashfully into the crowd. "I'll quit bein' vague, I don't wanna lose you all to fallin' asleep on me. I know I ain't alone. I know I ain't doomed to that. And while I waited a month too long, I gotta know my faith is knowledge. Annunu Nunu, will you prove me wrong one more time and marry me?" "... excuse me?" Chuta nods at the crowd. "Don't worry 'bout them, princess." "Yes, do not worry about us!" Amara gasps and grins. Leanne coughs a bit, widen eyes blinking in shock.Siha makes a soft, awww, noise. "I figured you figured me out las' month. Surprise...?" Annunu glances over self-consciously at the crowd. How can she not worry about them? Suddenly, she's part of a performance she'd been having trouble following. "I-it is a surprise, yes...B-but if you'll have me, yes, of course I accept." Nathan stands and cheers with abandon. Bravaden sighed then clapped for a moment before getting up to leave. Leanne whistles, laughing. Ciel nudges Jonathan's arm. Chuta beams, embraces her and scoops her. "Welp, I ain't got nothin' more to say to you folks. Thanks for havin' me!" He moves back over to the sitting area, beaming. Jancis speaks, her voice clearly higher with excitement. "Thank you, Master Chuta!"[/align] [align=center] Jancis takes a minute for herself and the crowd. As she does, a guitar player comes up prepared to help assist in the next songs and performances. Outside of the songs from the other bards, the guitar player plays simple background music. F3M4b1uOKZw [/align]

Jancis sat there, hand still by the delicate desert, and she watched Franz as he got up, built up the careful walls, and bid her goodnight. She made no move and gave no reply. Her eyes intently watching him until he escaped from view. Pride. The more Jancis thought of that word, the more she felt it was a toxin. That was a subject she knew a great deal of; it was one of her 'uses'. In her veins flowed the blood that had experienced countless exposures to various sorts of poisons and venom. Some exposures were smaller than others, the suffering longer and deeper. She had suffered with purpose; she had built up immunity and resilience to the chemicals that would ravage the body. And in her quarters in the Mist were vials of plasma saved, rows of antidotes made from them. And here, she had suffered from the toxin of pride. The small ones... the proud removed tournament fighters from the Grindstone that hobbled off with wounds untreated despite their agreements for the sport competition, treating the affair as if it was a dramatic warrior novel as them and their soul was beaten by the waves upon a mighty rock to hone their morals and ideals. “All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride.” The large ones... the people she would never see again that had gone on without her. Her First Mate that kept such peril and fear within until it burnt her form and took her life. Her Dearest... with his warm smile and ruby eyes... who didn't take her with him. The pride that overwhelmed trust and made the illusion of worry; made the illusion of value and left her behind. “It is better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than to lose that someone you love with your useless pride.” She sat there, quietly finished what remained and cleaned up. The gloaming was gone and the night was full making the way back to the inn. She sat for a couple bells there, thinking and waiting for the herald to call the hour twice. Bit by bit, exposure by exposure, the different kind of resilience built up. She was, after-all, an antidote. As the last call for the new bell came, she stood up and walked across to the door to Franz's room, the back of her knuckles knocking on the door. Her voice was steady, a nurse-like kindness saturating its tone. “We are rarely proud when we are alone, Franz."

I blame Warren. I don't know who Warren is, but somehow I feel it's appropriate to also blame this person. Who indeed. Mwahahaha 8-) Much like New Coke, I'm glad to have Cici Classic back. :love: ♥♥♥♥♥

[align=center]"Continuing with more inspiration, Lady Ameline, please step forward and share your words with us.[/align] [align=center][/align] [align=center]Ameline Valtin dips her head lightly to present company, "Such marvelous tales by Ladies Ciel and Jancis. I have but a humble bit of prose to offer, should you lend me your ears." She smiled.[/align] [align=center]Ever have I thought mine self a simple thing.[/align] [align=center]Oft to gaze on things that may -[/align] [align=center]-Seem vapid to those of learned means.[/align] [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] [align=center]Oft to quip mine self as daft;[/align] [align=center]Slow to speak yet nary meek -[/align] [align=center]Retorts of wit met with scorn and laugh.[/align] [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] [align=center]But once a wise one spoke unto me:[/align] [align=center]'To hear but words is for the birds;[/align] [align=center]'Discerning intent is what you seek.' [/align] [align=center]♣♣♣[/align] [align=center]And as we gather here to praise the Wise;[/align] [align=center]I know wisdom transcends the simple 'what' and 'why'![/align] [align=center]Ameline bows politely, "Thank you, kind souls of Eorzea! Wisdom be with you!"[/align] [align=center]V'aleera grins and claps enthusiastically, watching the woman with a gaze laden with admiration and curiosity.[/align] [align=center]"Thank you as always, Lady Ameline."[/align]

You can do gum commercials together!

"You like pastries, then?" She humbly thanked the server for bringing out the fruity dish, admiring it. She felt very humble after what Franz had said, the churning inside was not as bad to recount what happened years ago. It would be redundant to repeat that she believed he already had such a strength. Something that brought him to this land instead of his home. His generosity and the example he had always made in front of her. Still she was honest at the risk of souring what was a delicious desert. "I can see your discomfort. Are you sure you wish to retire? I can try helping."

She did get to hug a fool! :lol: Awesome fight with Sounsyy vs. Leanne! It was a close battle in the third round; worthy of two prior Champions! [align=center][/align] And here's Berry talking about something. Maybe the secret that lies within his tummy. Who knows, it's too windy to hear anyone. (I know the secret) [align=center][/align]