His eyes went toward the bridge west of the Observatorium, north of the path to Mor Dhona. He dressed in his black chain mail, ignoring the advice given to him about wearing to blend in to his surroundings. He moved off of his chocobo, the bird scarred by battles of the past. He let out a soft sigh, waiting at the edge of the bridge for a familiar figure to show up.
Ki'lari. He's been kinder to her these suns at least, so she was willing to head out here for him to give him that advice. She's been kinder in turn, and so long as they don't get in each others way, their talks are peaceful at least. He asked her earlier for advice, his ears open for her words as she spoke. He knew some of these things, yet he needed that refresher. It's been years since he tracked people, and he needed that time to remember his instincts. She came out from under the bridge, apparently beating him to the place. He hunted Dravanians, traitors and kinsmen both, but a rescue is different. Something struck out at him, an idea he's never heard before.
"It was said long ago, that summoners could actually contact the larger real ones...nae make copies...that they would offer their power n' aid ta make sure the land was treated with respect n' protected. Even the Ice Queen Shiva would lend 'er cold comfort to harm those who went against 'er pact makers..."
He wanted to yell at her at how foolish of an idea that was. Shiva? That heretic that started all of this Dravanian madness? Why would anyone decide to befriend her, let alone make a pact with the woman. His eyes grew cold, though he listened to her, trying to shove those thoughts away from his mind.
"Mind ye, I think most of em went mad...but iffin yer deseperate n' really wantin ta find 'er....Find someone who can talk ta the ice spirits...they know all...S'how I track folks in the forest sometimes. The water spirits help me. I've lived with em most of me life even with the goblins...Haven't ye noticed?"
He didn't notice the sprites helping her. How could he? He knew little of the ways of magic, let alone the movement of sprites.
"The spirits...they tie themselves ta other things. Monsters, beastkin...trees...places.."
It was this that he finally responded to, having something he can speak civil on.
"The sprites seem neutral to all here, even in abundance. I was told of you living with the goblins, both from yourself and Reppu."
"They have a voice...needs...they'll help those who can understand, but them stupid adventerers they attack em n' try ta take the crystals."
He nods at that, letting out a soft sigh. Most of the conversation was a blur from there, his mind racing as he began to think about her safety. He closed his eyes briefly, quickly opening them once more as he began to see that damnable star again.
"...n' fer gobs sake wear somethin' white next time."
He couldn't help but to smile at that. They parted ways, unable to help but think on what was just spoken to him. Someone to talk to the ice sprites? He'd have to be careful if he chose that path. He doesn't need those that decide to do such be labeled as enemies of Ishgard. Who knows what they'd say if they saw actions like that.
Ki'lari. He's been kinder to her these suns at least, so she was willing to head out here for him to give him that advice. She's been kinder in turn, and so long as they don't get in each others way, their talks are peaceful at least. He asked her earlier for advice, his ears open for her words as she spoke. He knew some of these things, yet he needed that refresher. It's been years since he tracked people, and he needed that time to remember his instincts. She came out from under the bridge, apparently beating him to the place. He hunted Dravanians, traitors and kinsmen both, but a rescue is different. Something struck out at him, an idea he's never heard before.
"It was said long ago, that summoners could actually contact the larger real ones...nae make copies...that they would offer their power n' aid ta make sure the land was treated with respect n' protected. Even the Ice Queen Shiva would lend 'er cold comfort to harm those who went against 'er pact makers..."
He wanted to yell at her at how foolish of an idea that was. Shiva? That heretic that started all of this Dravanian madness? Why would anyone decide to befriend her, let alone make a pact with the woman. His eyes grew cold, though he listened to her, trying to shove those thoughts away from his mind.
"Mind ye, I think most of em went mad...but iffin yer deseperate n' really wantin ta find 'er....Find someone who can talk ta the ice spirits...they know all...S'how I track folks in the forest sometimes. The water spirits help me. I've lived with em most of me life even with the goblins...Haven't ye noticed?"
He didn't notice the sprites helping her. How could he? He knew little of the ways of magic, let alone the movement of sprites.
"The spirits...they tie themselves ta other things. Monsters, beastkin...trees...places.."
It was this that he finally responded to, having something he can speak civil on.
"The sprites seem neutral to all here, even in abundance. I was told of you living with the goblins, both from yourself and Reppu."
"They have a voice...needs...they'll help those who can understand, but them stupid adventerers they attack em n' try ta take the crystals."
He nods at that, letting out a soft sigh. Most of the conversation was a blur from there, his mind racing as he began to think about her safety. He closed his eyes briefly, quickly opening them once more as he began to see that damnable star again.
"...n' fer gobs sake wear somethin' white next time."
He couldn't help but to smile at that. They parted ways, unable to help but think on what was just spoken to him. Someone to talk to the ice sprites? He'd have to be careful if he chose that path. He doesn't need those that decide to do such be labeled as enemies of Ishgard. Who knows what they'd say if they saw actions like that.
