((I love the term Belah'dian Magehunt))
Away, that is where he had to go. Away from the prying eyes, the crowds, the cramped alleyways where he did nothing but take up space. He was on the final stretch, the jewel of the desert naught but a faint glint in the distance now. Near last of his gil spent on a custom porter chocobo that was currently carrying him further and further. Wind swept up behind him, the tracks in the sand quickly covered up, leaving no trace of his venture. It seemed Halone was with him.Â
It was that thought that kept him steady and calm. He wandered if the chocobo could feel it, the clawing, beckoning sentience of the tears. Though locked away in individual crates they resonated with him, the inner dragon that began to roil and churn beneath. The chorus, the song, powerful, perhaps amplified by the proximity and number. His breaths deepened in response, slow, deliberate meditative breaths. This was still indeed justice, his justice, he thought, not weakness nor leniency, this was the right action, not a dragon's will. He snaps the reins, bidding the bird to go faster. A little further would be enough to steel himself away along with the cursed artifacts.Â
The wind begins to kick up, forcing him to raise a hand to grip at his cowl to cover her his eyes, mouth and nose. He forges forward blindly still and what he saw when he closed his eyes always went back to that ghastly site: Cold, serpentine, lifeless eyes, gazing back unblinkingly. He wondered if what he had witnessed had been a kindness. It was Dragon's eyes and lucid words instead of loving, caring eyes and dragon's lies. Lance or no, he thinks that her blood would be spilled were he witness to the latter once again. This time would be different, this one he could save.Â
As the dust storm cleared the unbearable heat of the Thanalan sun began to radiate down upon the ivory sand, and the backs of him and his poor chocobo. He looked back over his shoulder once more, civilization but a mirage now. He then looked forward to an outcropping of rocks, one overhanging with tantalizing shade, a bare, dead dry tree, desiccated  for its audacity to grow so far away from others. He smirks a bit and brought the bird to a pause. He dismounted quickly and circled around to the backside of the beast to retrieve the water skin affixed to his effects. Skin in hand he looked to the bird with a soft appreciative smile "I would ride you into battle" he smirks and cupped on hand, the other folding over the bladder to loose some of its water into his palm before lifting it up to the bird's beak.Â
He started to unload the rest, simply unburdening the chocobo of his armor and arms and the of course, the damnable relics that had consumed moons of his life. With everything removed he walked the bird around by the reins , facing back towards Ul'dah before giving it a firm smack on the rear "HYAH!" he yells and off the bird went.
He watched the golden figure slowly disappear over the horizon before turning back to what would be his place for a while. There was his mission, his duty to perform.
Away, that is where he had to go. Away from the prying eyes, the crowds, the cramped alleyways where he did nothing but take up space. He was on the final stretch, the jewel of the desert naught but a faint glint in the distance now. Near last of his gil spent on a custom porter chocobo that was currently carrying him further and further. Wind swept up behind him, the tracks in the sand quickly covered up, leaving no trace of his venture. It seemed Halone was with him.Â
It was that thought that kept him steady and calm. He wandered if the chocobo could feel it, the clawing, beckoning sentience of the tears. Though locked away in individual crates they resonated with him, the inner dragon that began to roil and churn beneath. The chorus, the song, powerful, perhaps amplified by the proximity and number. His breaths deepened in response, slow, deliberate meditative breaths. This was still indeed justice, his justice, he thought, not weakness nor leniency, this was the right action, not a dragon's will. He snaps the reins, bidding the bird to go faster. A little further would be enough to steel himself away along with the cursed artifacts.Â
The wind begins to kick up, forcing him to raise a hand to grip at his cowl to cover her his eyes, mouth and nose. He forges forward blindly still and what he saw when he closed his eyes always went back to that ghastly site: Cold, serpentine, lifeless eyes, gazing back unblinkingly. He wondered if what he had witnessed had been a kindness. It was Dragon's eyes and lucid words instead of loving, caring eyes and dragon's lies. Lance or no, he thinks that her blood would be spilled were he witness to the latter once again. This time would be different, this one he could save.Â
As the dust storm cleared the unbearable heat of the Thanalan sun began to radiate down upon the ivory sand, and the backs of him and his poor chocobo. He looked back over his shoulder once more, civilization but a mirage now. He then looked forward to an outcropping of rocks, one overhanging with tantalizing shade, a bare, dead dry tree, desiccated  for its audacity to grow so far away from others. He smirks a bit and brought the bird to a pause. He dismounted quickly and circled around to the backside of the beast to retrieve the water skin affixed to his effects. Skin in hand he looked to the bird with a soft appreciative smile "I would ride you into battle" he smirks and cupped on hand, the other folding over the bladder to loose some of its water into his palm before lifting it up to the bird's beak.Â
He started to unload the rest, simply unburdening the chocobo of his armor and arms and the of course, the damnable relics that had consumed moons of his life. With everything removed he walked the bird around by the reins , facing back towards Ul'dah before giving it a firm smack on the rear "HYAH!" he yells and off the bird went.
He watched the golden figure slowly disappear over the horizon before turning back to what would be his place for a while. There was his mission, his duty to perform.
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