Rurutani looked into the mirror with a soft smile, his hair trimmed short, the black gone, his white locks back while the eyepatch he'd chosen was a softer red. He sighed, nervously. It had been some time since his days at sea. Being there had been good for him. He was sober. For some moons now he had given up the drink. He blushed as he took in the armor he'd worn. Gods had it been that long since he'd put it on? The shine he'd put it on made him proud.
Ye've done good, Flit. Look sharp.
She was there. Always would be...the voice in his head, though he'd come to accept her presence. And in the time at sea she'd calmed....become a more sensible perspective on things. The actual Zhi would have slapped this version.
"Thank you." He smiled, walking to the windows and letting the sun bake down on him through the windows, the warmth always welcome. He checked the short sword on his belt, the white paladin armor still surprising to him after so much time. He muttered quietly, "Hells, Zhi...if you only saw me now."
Relax, Flittermouse....yer gettin' yerself nervous fer no reason. You'll be fine.
He looked back and saw her, an idealized and cleaned up Zhi his own mind had created and shaped over time. Nodding to her he took a deep breath and went to door that would exit to the Quicksand and felt the nerves again. What if he ran into....?
Hush. Go on. Standin' here'll only drive ye more crazy.
Ruru's eyes lifted and with a nod and a deep breath, he stepped out of his inn room and into the late afternoon bustle of the Quicksand.
Ye've done good, Flit. Look sharp.
She was there. Always would be...the voice in his head, though he'd come to accept her presence. And in the time at sea she'd calmed....become a more sensible perspective on things. The actual Zhi would have slapped this version.
"Thank you." He smiled, walking to the windows and letting the sun bake down on him through the windows, the warmth always welcome. He checked the short sword on his belt, the white paladin armor still surprising to him after so much time. He muttered quietly, "Hells, Zhi...if you only saw me now."
Relax, Flittermouse....yer gettin' yerself nervous fer no reason. You'll be fine.
He looked back and saw her, an idealized and cleaned up Zhi his own mind had created and shaped over time. Nodding to her he took a deep breath and went to door that would exit to the Quicksand and felt the nerves again. What if he ran into....?
Hush. Go on. Standin' here'll only drive ye more crazy.
Ruru's eyes lifted and with a nod and a deep breath, he stepped out of his inn room and into the late afternoon bustle of the Quicksand.
