Jin'to walked through the Shroud slowly, his coat wrapped around him tightly, shielding him from the gentle rain that was falling. Across his back, his board was slung, a bandolier of leather holding it against his muscled torso. His golden hair was pulled behind his ears and his golden eyes twinkled as he walked, his tongue stuck out of his mouth as he sought to quench his thirst on the falling rain.
The priest had spent the past month in Coerthas. He had originally gone there to ride the mountains, but had stayed far longer, helping repair various buildings in the small hamlet he had been staying in. It had been a good month, and given him time to reflect on his meeting with his older brother, Askier, and his to-be-sister-in-law.
The male felt some fresh water trickle down his tongue and he sighed in mild contentment as he lowered his head. In the distance, the burning lights of buildings shone through the dusk hour and the rows of trees. Jin'to quickened his pace, and as he went, he began to sing.
From Mountains tall and suns so deep,
I worked for men to earn my keep.
Twelve above, you bless me so,
Now find me shelter down here below.
For I am mortal and be weak,
And filling food I have to seek,
So help me find a soul in need,
and one with mind to give me feed.
And let all this town before be well,
For life is hard as all will tell,
Let me be the kindness that they seek,
and give me humility as I speak.
For I am your implement way down here,
And for your plans my course you steer,
Twelve let me be the light I must be,
And thank you all, for I am free.
Jin'to's off-key song subsided as he entered the walled off village. He couldn't see a sign naming the town in the dim light, but he didn't mind. There was a massive inn nearby and the golden-haired miqo'te beamed in delight as he smelt the tang of warm meat filtering on the air.Â
The male had only taken a few steps towards the building when he paused and cocked his head in surprise. Â A female stood beside the door, her expression one of surprise as well.
"Ashwynn." Jin'to said, recognizing his half-brother's fiancee. His voice was pleasant, but a tinge of concern was there. The female smiled softly.
"Hungry?" she asked simply. Jin'to nodded and grinned as a silent prayer of thanks to the Twelve lifted upward.
***
The hours had ticked by and Ashwynn, like everyone else, had gone to bed. Jin'to, however, had not. He sat on the front porch of the inn. He had no coin to his name and refused Ashwynn's offer of her floor in her room. Jin'to didn't want her surrounded by any sort of vicious rumors on his behalf, not after everything else she was dealing with.Â
And by everything else, it basically boiled down to his brother being an idiot. Why a male would choose petty revenge over a woman like that was beyond the priest's capacity to comprehend. But he didn't want to justify his brother's ideas. He had met Askier once and had immediately understood that Askier was a very... unique individual. And also sort of stupid and childish. But He had met Ashwynn numerous times however. She was a kind, unbelievably patient soul, and knowing she was here, alone, worried...
Jin'to sighed and rose to his feet, slinging the board onto his back. He had spoken with Ashwynn for hours. He felt he knew what was needed of him. The world was still dark but he didn't care as he went over to one of the burning lanterns and took it from it's peg. He unscrewed the filling cap and checked the oil level. Both wick and oil had several hours to burn, long enough to get him to sunrise unless the rains came again.
With a grunt the tired Garlean began putting one foot ahead of the other as he slowly trudged south, the lantern held in his hand.
It was a long trudge to Ul'dah, but there was no point in waiting. The Twelve had given him a soul with the kindness to give him food and a problem for him to solve. Jin'to just hadn't expected it to be such a personal problem.
The priest had spent the past month in Coerthas. He had originally gone there to ride the mountains, but had stayed far longer, helping repair various buildings in the small hamlet he had been staying in. It had been a good month, and given him time to reflect on his meeting with his older brother, Askier, and his to-be-sister-in-law.
The male felt some fresh water trickle down his tongue and he sighed in mild contentment as he lowered his head. In the distance, the burning lights of buildings shone through the dusk hour and the rows of trees. Jin'to quickened his pace, and as he went, he began to sing.
From Mountains tall and suns so deep,
I worked for men to earn my keep.
Twelve above, you bless me so,
Now find me shelter down here below.
For I am mortal and be weak,
And filling food I have to seek,
So help me find a soul in need,
and one with mind to give me feed.
And let all this town before be well,
For life is hard as all will tell,
Let me be the kindness that they seek,
and give me humility as I speak.
For I am your implement way down here,
And for your plans my course you steer,
Twelve let me be the light I must be,
And thank you all, for I am free.
Jin'to's off-key song subsided as he entered the walled off village. He couldn't see a sign naming the town in the dim light, but he didn't mind. There was a massive inn nearby and the golden-haired miqo'te beamed in delight as he smelt the tang of warm meat filtering on the air.Â
The male had only taken a few steps towards the building when he paused and cocked his head in surprise. Â A female stood beside the door, her expression one of surprise as well.
"Ashwynn." Jin'to said, recognizing his half-brother's fiancee. His voice was pleasant, but a tinge of concern was there. The female smiled softly.
"Hungry?" she asked simply. Jin'to nodded and grinned as a silent prayer of thanks to the Twelve lifted upward.
***
The hours had ticked by and Ashwynn, like everyone else, had gone to bed. Jin'to, however, had not. He sat on the front porch of the inn. He had no coin to his name and refused Ashwynn's offer of her floor in her room. Jin'to didn't want her surrounded by any sort of vicious rumors on his behalf, not after everything else she was dealing with.Â
And by everything else, it basically boiled down to his brother being an idiot. Why a male would choose petty revenge over a woman like that was beyond the priest's capacity to comprehend. But he didn't want to justify his brother's ideas. He had met Askier once and had immediately understood that Askier was a very... unique individual. And also sort of stupid and childish. But He had met Ashwynn numerous times however. She was a kind, unbelievably patient soul, and knowing she was here, alone, worried...
Jin'to sighed and rose to his feet, slinging the board onto his back. He had spoken with Ashwynn for hours. He felt he knew what was needed of him. The world was still dark but he didn't care as he went over to one of the burning lanterns and took it from it's peg. He unscrewed the filling cap and checked the oil level. Both wick and oil had several hours to burn, long enough to get him to sunrise unless the rains came again.
With a grunt the tired Garlean began putting one foot ahead of the other as he slowly trudged south, the lantern held in his hand.
It was a long trudge to Ul'dah, but there was no point in waiting. The Twelve had given him a soul with the kindness to give him food and a problem for him to solve. Jin'to just hadn't expected it to be such a personal problem.
