D’ly had felt his warmth against her back every time she stirred during the night. However, when morning broke his warmth was no longer there. Only emptiness between her back and back of the living room’s white sofa greeted her, leaving her gaze to lazily, confusingly search her surroundings for clues as to where her friend had gone.
Upon the coffee table across from where she laid was a piece of paper; an assumed note, and a single white pearl; an assumed gift. She sat up, vocally stretching her arms toward the ceiling, then let them fall to her lap before she reached for the paper.
“You’re awake.†Vorsaile stood in the entrance of his living room with his shoulder leaning against the frame. He held a warm mug tea that he quietly sipped at.
D’ly looked over her shoulder at the neatly dressed Elezen, concern in her eyes. “Is- is he here?â€
Vorsaile shook his head before nodding toward the paper in her lap. “He left before I awoke.â€
“…shame.†Her head hung, her dejected look fell to the paper.
On the paper was what looked to be a crudely drawn… map? She squinted at a cat eared stick figure that held a sword and shield. It stood next to a Cactuar which was next to a house that looked to be in The Goblet style. Beyond the house was a road with the same stick figure who was walking toward a large forest; she easily figured that out to be The Shroud. The last two drawings of a river and a leve plate confirmed it.
During those few silent moments, Vorsaile made his way over to the side of the couch. He looked over D’ly at the paper, taking another sip from his mug.
“The Shroud?â€
“Hmm.†D’ly nodded.
“You should go.†Vorsaile looked to D’ly.
She turned in her seat, eyes focused on Vorsaile’s face with an arched a brow.
“You should.†Vorsaile repeated, taking another sip he shifted his gaze to the paper.
“Why is- is that?â€
“He might want company.â€
“Then why did- did he not- not wake me?â€
“Why not go and ask him?†He smiled against the mug’s rim.
D’ly paused. After a moment she rose to her feet with the paper in one hand and snatched the pearl from the table with her other.
“Did your necklace lose a pearl?â€
“No.†She moved past Vorsaile, exiting the living room, and headed toward the stairs with determination in her eyes.
“Where are you going?†He asked, following her to the base of the stairs.
“To- to get my gear.†She came to a stop half way up the stairs.
Vorsaile’s smile grew as he asked, “What for?â€
“To protect myself.â€
“Against?â€
“The Shroud.â€
Upon the coffee table across from where she laid was a piece of paper; an assumed note, and a single white pearl; an assumed gift. She sat up, vocally stretching her arms toward the ceiling, then let them fall to her lap before she reached for the paper.
“You’re awake.†Vorsaile stood in the entrance of his living room with his shoulder leaning against the frame. He held a warm mug tea that he quietly sipped at.
D’ly looked over her shoulder at the neatly dressed Elezen, concern in her eyes. “Is- is he here?â€
Vorsaile shook his head before nodding toward the paper in her lap. “He left before I awoke.â€
“…shame.†Her head hung, her dejected look fell to the paper.
On the paper was what looked to be a crudely drawn… map? She squinted at a cat eared stick figure that held a sword and shield. It stood next to a Cactuar which was next to a house that looked to be in The Goblet style. Beyond the house was a road with the same stick figure who was walking toward a large forest; she easily figured that out to be The Shroud. The last two drawings of a river and a leve plate confirmed it.
During those few silent moments, Vorsaile made his way over to the side of the couch. He looked over D’ly at the paper, taking another sip from his mug.
“The Shroud?â€
“Hmm.†D’ly nodded.
“You should go.†Vorsaile looked to D’ly.
She turned in her seat, eyes focused on Vorsaile’s face with an arched a brow.
“You should.†Vorsaile repeated, taking another sip he shifted his gaze to the paper.
“Why is- is that?â€
“He might want company.â€
“Then why did- did he not- not wake me?â€
“Why not go and ask him?†He smiled against the mug’s rim.
D’ly paused. After a moment she rose to her feet with the paper in one hand and snatched the pearl from the table with her other.
“Did your necklace lose a pearl?â€
“No.†She moved past Vorsaile, exiting the living room, and headed toward the stairs with determination in her eyes.
“Where are you going?†He asked, following her to the base of the stairs.
“To- to get my gear.†She came to a stop half way up the stairs.
Vorsaile’s smile grew as he asked, “What for?â€
“To protect myself.â€
“Against?â€
“The Shroud.â€
