
It was a sunny day in Limsa Lominsa and Sounsyy had relocated her work outside. Leaving her office in the Coral Tower, Sounsyy grabbed the veritable mountain of letters, documents, and case files on her desk and shoved them into her knapsack. A cool noon breeze swept up her hair as she stepped into the light. She took a deep breath of the sea breeze and made for the Bismarck.
Once seated she spread the documents out before her on the table, securing the pages to the table with various assortments of paperweights. As she was organizing her makeshift diorama she lifted an unfamiliar letter with a curious weight and shape. She hefted the parcel before tearing it open at one seam. A small crimson-colored gemstone rolled free and bounced across the table before coming to rest against one of her paperweights. Sounsyy looked at it curiously for a moment before retrieving the letter within.
Please accept this gemstone and think of it as a token of good fortune.
Sisters of the Red Lotus
She read the letter slowly aloud, repeating the sender's moniker once or twice. But no matter how many times she repeated the name, it became no more familiar to her memory. She deposited the letter on the table and retrieved the gemstone. Carved expertly into the smooth surface was an artful rendering of an Ala Mhigan Fighting Fish. But the fins were too long, its scales too shimmery, its form too scarred, its eyes too violent. This was the queen of Fighting Fish, a Moldva.
Sounsyy dropped the stone quite suddenly, her face drained of color. The fish was so named for an Ala Mhigan Gladiator nearly two decades before, undefeated in combat. An Ala Mhigan heroine. Sounsyy's own days as a Noxius crept unbidden into the back of her mind. Who were these Sisters of the Red Lotus? What did they know of her past? And what did they want?
Sounsyy used the gemstone as an additional paperweight as she pushed these thoughts from her mind and tried to focus on her work. The letter was buried beneath other documents and soon forgotten, but every so often, Sounsyy would cast a glance at her mysterious new paperweight and wonder at the carving it bore as it glinted innocently in the afternoon sun.
Once seated she spread the documents out before her on the table, securing the pages to the table with various assortments of paperweights. As she was organizing her makeshift diorama she lifted an unfamiliar letter with a curious weight and shape. She hefted the parcel before tearing it open at one seam. A small crimson-colored gemstone rolled free and bounced across the table before coming to rest against one of her paperweights. Sounsyy looked at it curiously for a moment before retrieving the letter within.
Please accept this gemstone and think of it as a token of good fortune.
Sisters of the Red Lotus
She read the letter slowly aloud, repeating the sender's moniker once or twice. But no matter how many times she repeated the name, it became no more familiar to her memory. She deposited the letter on the table and retrieved the gemstone. Carved expertly into the smooth surface was an artful rendering of an Ala Mhigan Fighting Fish. But the fins were too long, its scales too shimmery, its form too scarred, its eyes too violent. This was the queen of Fighting Fish, a Moldva.
Sounsyy dropped the stone quite suddenly, her face drained of color. The fish was so named for an Ala Mhigan Gladiator nearly two decades before, undefeated in combat. An Ala Mhigan heroine. Sounsyy's own days as a Noxius crept unbidden into the back of her mind. Who were these Sisters of the Red Lotus? What did they know of her past? And what did they want?
Sounsyy used the gemstone as an additional paperweight as she pushed these thoughts from her mind and tried to focus on her work. The letter was buried beneath other documents and soon forgotten, but every so often, Sounsyy would cast a glance at her mysterious new paperweight and wonder at the carving it bore as it glinted innocently in the afternoon sun.