"One-way ticket ter Ul'dah. I'll take th'next flight ye got."
Klynzahr punctuated her statement with the jangle of gil, as she deposited the last of her share from the Thanalan leve onto the flight attendant's desk. The sound reverberated through her skull, echoing painfully as the attendant began to count out fare.
The night before remained a muddy blur of angry encounters and befuddling visions. For the cautious and grounded ex-sailor, the sequence of events would have been overwhelming even without the alcohol dulling her senses. Now she was struggling to sift through memories that boggled her sensibilities at every turn. Only the fight with Eva remained sharp, weighing on her mind to it's last detail.
Fitting irony.
"Uh Mam, You don't have the fare for a flight to Ul'dah."
Klynzahr looked up blearily, fighting to focus through the pounding in her head. "What's at?"
"I said you lack sufficient fare for the flight to Ul'dah." The attendant replied with forced patience "You do not have enough gil."
With some effort, Klynzahr was able to recall the fight with Xanadu. Even now it struck her as odd, that the one evening, when she had meant the inquisitor harm was the only time in memory that Xanadu has not greeted her with insults and ridicule. There had to be something behind it. Yet her tired brain was quickly abandoned her, on the coat tails of her prided common sense.
Somehow she had boxed an inquisitor on the horns and escaped with nothing but scratches. While her cautious side continued to berate her for it, Klynzahr had to admit it that it had been extremely satisfying, possibly even better than the night that she broke an oak chair over Bloefrusk's head.
"Mam, are you listening to me?" The attendant broke in, shattering Klyn's recollections of that happy night.
"Oh, aye, aye... I'll jus' take th'next flight ter Limsa then."
Although Ul'dah might have offered more work, Klynzahr could immediately see the benefits of hiding in Limsa instead. In the first place, Xanadu might have more trouble locating her in a city full of other sea wolves, and she had put off a visit home for far too long. Her father would string up a hammock for her and the constant shouting of her brothers might keep the encroaching loneliness at bay.
She also had some very pressing questions to ask her father about the nature of warriors and the quality of their rage. Some things that Sarnai had mentioned towards the end of the night had left Klynzahr quite unsettled. Although she reasoned that most of that exchange had probably been a drunken hallucination. At least she had refrained from damaging Sarnai's arm through poor healing. It was certainly better to mend bones while hungover then while drunk.
With that comforting thought she looked up again and was met by the attendant's uncomfortably pinched smile.
"You lack the gil for passage to Limsa also." She replied in a slightly strained tone.
"Well bugger all! Where can I fly ter then?"
"You do have the fare for a single Gridanian ticket."
Klynzahr took a moment to weigh her options. She had never been fond of the shroud. She disliked the food, the drinks, and the lack of open sky. The last time that she had been in the shroud, she had been shot by a pair of void-wielding phsyco-chocobo-thieves that her brother swore were moonkeepers.
On the other hand, she had just boxed an inquisitor's horns, and if she stayed in Ishgaurd she was bound to cross paths with Eva. That was enough to tip the scales. As the migrane had replaced her drunkenness, her cowardice had once again gained the upper hand.
"One ticket ter Gridania then. I'll take yer next flight.
Some time later that day, a scruffy elezen youth will track down Evangeline and hand her a brief note in familiar writing.
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Evangeline Primrose, Chairwoman of the Eorzean Special Comity for Democratic Revolution
The old room at the night has been paid for until the end of next moon. Seems a shame to waste a good meeting spot like that. Spoke to the innkeep and he's agreed to leave all your papers and chairs and other things untouched. I'm going for a long walk.
Klyn
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Klynzahr punctuated her statement with the jangle of gil, as she deposited the last of her share from the Thanalan leve onto the flight attendant's desk. The sound reverberated through her skull, echoing painfully as the attendant began to count out fare.
The night before remained a muddy blur of angry encounters and befuddling visions. For the cautious and grounded ex-sailor, the sequence of events would have been overwhelming even without the alcohol dulling her senses. Now she was struggling to sift through memories that boggled her sensibilities at every turn. Only the fight with Eva remained sharp, weighing on her mind to it's last detail.
Fitting irony.
"Uh Mam, You don't have the fare for a flight to Ul'dah."
Klynzahr looked up blearily, fighting to focus through the pounding in her head. "What's at?"
"I said you lack sufficient fare for the flight to Ul'dah." The attendant replied with forced patience "You do not have enough gil."
With some effort, Klynzahr was able to recall the fight with Xanadu. Even now it struck her as odd, that the one evening, when she had meant the inquisitor harm was the only time in memory that Xanadu has not greeted her with insults and ridicule. There had to be something behind it. Yet her tired brain was quickly abandoned her, on the coat tails of her prided common sense.
Somehow she had boxed an inquisitor on the horns and escaped with nothing but scratches. While her cautious side continued to berate her for it, Klynzahr had to admit it that it had been extremely satisfying, possibly even better than the night that she broke an oak chair over Bloefrusk's head.
"Mam, are you listening to me?" The attendant broke in, shattering Klyn's recollections of that happy night.
"Oh, aye, aye... I'll jus' take th'next flight ter Limsa then."
Although Ul'dah might have offered more work, Klynzahr could immediately see the benefits of hiding in Limsa instead. In the first place, Xanadu might have more trouble locating her in a city full of other sea wolves, and she had put off a visit home for far too long. Her father would string up a hammock for her and the constant shouting of her brothers might keep the encroaching loneliness at bay.
She also had some very pressing questions to ask her father about the nature of warriors and the quality of their rage. Some things that Sarnai had mentioned towards the end of the night had left Klynzahr quite unsettled. Although she reasoned that most of that exchange had probably been a drunken hallucination. At least she had refrained from damaging Sarnai's arm through poor healing. It was certainly better to mend bones while hungover then while drunk.
With that comforting thought she looked up again and was met by the attendant's uncomfortably pinched smile.
"You lack the gil for passage to Limsa also." She replied in a slightly strained tone.
"Well bugger all! Where can I fly ter then?"
"You do have the fare for a single Gridanian ticket."
Klynzahr took a moment to weigh her options. She had never been fond of the shroud. She disliked the food, the drinks, and the lack of open sky. The last time that she had been in the shroud, she had been shot by a pair of void-wielding phsyco-chocobo-thieves that her brother swore were moonkeepers.
On the other hand, she had just boxed an inquisitor's horns, and if she stayed in Ishgaurd she was bound to cross paths with Eva. That was enough to tip the scales. As the migrane had replaced her drunkenness, her cowardice had once again gained the upper hand.
"One ticket ter Gridania then. I'll take yer next flight.
Some time later that day, a scruffy elezen youth will track down Evangeline and hand her a brief note in familiar writing.
_______________________________________________________________
Evangeline Primrose, Chairwoman of the Eorzean Special Comity for Democratic Revolution
The old room at the night has been paid for until the end of next moon. Seems a shame to waste a good meeting spot like that. Spoke to the innkeep and he's agreed to leave all your papers and chairs and other things untouched. I'm going for a long walk.
Klyn
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