Glitter, glitter, glint.
The engraving of a rabbit almost seemed to dance as Chachanji spun the strange stone on the tabletop in front of him. The sound of it spinning was mostly lost in the general din of the Quicksand, but also seemed to stand out somehow to his curious ears. Maybe it was due to the mystery of it all, the strangeness of the situation causing the little Lalafell to focus perhaps overly-much upon his strange gift. His bunnystone.
Glitter, glitter.
Ms. Alex had said that there were collectors looking for such things, yet was strangely insistent that he let her know if he came across others like it. Kage, thanks to his Thaumatergic history, made mention of the aetheric energies that struck him as a sort of "evil yet not." Ms. Hat - or Leanne to those who didn't use the nickname the youngest Gegenji had appended to her - had merely asked if there was a hatstone that she could have. Chachanji himself was merely a smith with heroic inclinations, so all he saw was a stone with a rather nice engraving on it. Yet just dwelling on the words of Ms. Alex and Kage caused his brief desire to crack it open and see what happened to bubble to the surface again.
Glint... glitter...
It was a feeling that was just as easy to push down the second time as the first. After all, he rather liked the stone. He couldn't sense its aetheric capabilities or identify the type of stone it was or anything informative like that. He just liked it. What he did have, however, was quite a few friends and acquaintances he had gathered during the course of his stay in Ul'dah. So, while he himself may not know what was up with the bunnystone, perhaps there was still someone in his figurative little black book that did.
Glitter...
Chachanji snatched up the stone again as its spinning winded down, in those first brief seconds of a raucous cacophony of mineral on wood. Checking into the stone itself seemed to have dead-ended a bit, though Kage's words brought to mind a possible visit to the Ossuary. Perhaps, then, it would be better to check into the people who had sent it - delve into the identity of the Sisters of the Red Lotus. And, if it was a matter of finding someone who knew people, then there was only one place to start.
"Hey, Ms. Momodi..."
The engraving of a rabbit almost seemed to dance as Chachanji spun the strange stone on the tabletop in front of him. The sound of it spinning was mostly lost in the general din of the Quicksand, but also seemed to stand out somehow to his curious ears. Maybe it was due to the mystery of it all, the strangeness of the situation causing the little Lalafell to focus perhaps overly-much upon his strange gift. His bunnystone.
Glitter, glitter.
Ms. Alex had said that there were collectors looking for such things, yet was strangely insistent that he let her know if he came across others like it. Kage, thanks to his Thaumatergic history, made mention of the aetheric energies that struck him as a sort of "evil yet not." Ms. Hat - or Leanne to those who didn't use the nickname the youngest Gegenji had appended to her - had merely asked if there was a hatstone that she could have. Chachanji himself was merely a smith with heroic inclinations, so all he saw was a stone with a rather nice engraving on it. Yet just dwelling on the words of Ms. Alex and Kage caused his brief desire to crack it open and see what happened to bubble to the surface again.
Glint... glitter...
It was a feeling that was just as easy to push down the second time as the first. After all, he rather liked the stone. He couldn't sense its aetheric capabilities or identify the type of stone it was or anything informative like that. He just liked it. What he did have, however, was quite a few friends and acquaintances he had gathered during the course of his stay in Ul'dah. So, while he himself may not know what was up with the bunnystone, perhaps there was still someone in his figurative little black book that did.
Glitter...
Chachanji snatched up the stone again as its spinning winded down, in those first brief seconds of a raucous cacophony of mineral on wood. Checking into the stone itself seemed to have dead-ended a bit, though Kage's words brought to mind a possible visit to the Ossuary. Perhaps, then, it would be better to check into the people who had sent it - delve into the identity of the Sisters of the Red Lotus. And, if it was a matter of finding someone who knew people, then there was only one place to start.
"Hey, Ms. Momodi..."
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