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Jancis · **10-14-2015, 02:32 PM**

Jancis Milburga: "At this time Lady Cliodhna and I have fans for you. They are for your confessions. For your inquiries, for what you seek in your life. Pray ask her or I for as many as you wish to take home to those who could not come. Or if you wish, you may share your thoughts at Azeyma's stone."
J'azhar Tia eyes the basket with sudden unease, ears tilting back slightly atop his head.
Cliodhna Eoghan "Would you like a fan?" Holds out the basket
Aiouxdaux Beaumont says gently, "Do you wish to get a fan, Jaz? I can fetch you one."
J'azhar Tia: "...No," J'azhar mutters quietly, tail curling in around his knees. "I am I think well enough without."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont pauses, then without warning leans down and tries to scoop J'azhar into his arms, skirts and all, "Hm, alright then. I think perhaps I will carry you about the rest of this event."
J'azhar Tia: "What - J'azhar says, squawking in alarm as he suddenly gains several feet in altitude. "Why - "

Vaughn Antain looks at Aioux and J'azhar with a smile. "It was good to see you two. Again, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods, "And you as well, Vaughn. It was excellent to see you." He seems completely at ease carting J'azhar about in his arms.
J'azhar Tia: "It was very pleasant again to see you, Miss Vaughn," J'azhar replies, with as much dignity as he can possibly muster considering the circumstances.
Vaughn Antain chuckles at the two. "You as well. Take care of each other. You're both lovely."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont grins, "As are you. Ah, Jaz... let's say hello to Tau, yes?" He winks at Vaughn and turns away, heading towards the big Roe with Miqo'te in arms, "Tau! Hey there!"

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn cheers Aiouxdaux Beaumont on!
Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Ahoy, lad!
J'azhar Tia: "Aioux - no - " J'azhar protests, cheeks rapidly turning a charming Dalamud red.
Aiouxdaux Beaumont grins, "You did so well up there, I loved your story as always."
J'azhar Tia: "I shall take a fan if you will put me d- hello Tausenadel." Dignity.
Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Ah, please. Jus' tellin' tales, nothin' special involved! But thank ye for lis'nin'...is the lad alright?
Aiouxdaux Beaumont says with a grin, "Felt like carting him around. He's fine."
Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Ah! Well done, lad.
J'azhar Tia: "It is only in consideration for your poor state that I have not yet kicked you somewhere you should not wish me to kick you," J'azhar warns.
Aiouxdaux Beaumont laughs, "...and now he's threatening me with bodily harm. I think you should pat him on the head for being adorable. I will cart him about getting him pats on the head and kisses on the cheek for the ladies. For good luck." He's teasing.
J'azhar Tia: "Ahem," J'azhar says, clearing his throat and attempting to pretend that nothing in the least embarrassing is happening at all. "I liked very much your story, Tausenadel. I had - after those who began, I was pleased then to hear more of stories and songs of Azeyma the Warden, yes? Not only Azeyma the Inquirer."
Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Right polite o' ye, J'azhar! I'll leave ye with yer pride an' let ye two get back to yer minglin'.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont grins widely, "You think Jancis would give him a kiss on the cheek?"
Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: I think a scritch behind the ear is more likely, but it can't hurt to ask!
J'azhar Tia: "This is - theft. Abduction."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont chuckles, "It is, yes. Abduction. I have abducted you on a magical mystery romp of fun and friendship. We will travel the small area we are in, romping about joyfully and mussing your hair up."
Jancis Milburga: "Azeyma's Blessing! A rainbow!"
J'azhar Tia: "A confession!" J'azhar says triumphantly. "I shall set the Brass Blades upon y- a rainbow."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont looks over, "...ah there was one. Lovely."
J'azhar Tia: "Aioux, put me down. I - while the sun is shining, at the very least, I should like to..."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont gently sets J'azhar down, "Would like to what?"
J'azhar Tia scurries up towards the cliff-edge, turning back to face the setting sun, and spreads his hands in front of him, palms turned up. Eyes closed, he seems - at a loss for words for a moment, before finally muttering something short and quiet beneath his breath.
Aiouxdaux Beaumont: ...so this is your goddess, Jaz? This is who you follow?
J'azhar Tia: "'Follow' is... not quite as who should say..." J'azhar is still poised as though offering something up, eyes closed, and his jaw works silently a moment before he finally drops his hands. When he turns to face Aioux, his eyes are a little - well. "The gods are the gods, yes? They are gods if we follow them or no. They do not require it of us. 'Follow' is not..." He shrugs slightly. "Azeyma is the Warden. The mother. The light."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont says, "That is very much you, to say such a thing. It is true."
J'azhar Tia: "...There is a story," J'azhar says after a moment. "Of how fire was brought from the sky, and how the buzzard made his head bald and how the jackal got her golden eyes. Many lessons to be learned. Yes? But one amongst them is that - it does not matter if you are... small. Or weak, or not beautiful. If you are... if you have done wrong. All things are beautiful in the eyes of a mother. And so Azeyma shines upon you just the same."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont says gently, "And perhaps next year you will speak at this festival, because hearing you say that... makes me think you understand her quite well."
J'azhar Tia looks away a moment, rubbing at his elbow, and then glances back. "I shall tell it tomorrow, if you should wish to hear it."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods, "I do, yes."
J'azhar Tia: "Then I shall tell it," J'azhar says simply. "...I am - glad that you came. You do not feel too unwell?"
Aiouxdaux Beaumont pauses, then says, "To be honest, I feel... well. You know what uncomfortable feeling you get when you've been in the sun for hours, without water, and have sweat your clothing through for several days in a row, but know you can't move yet or you'll miss your target?"
J'azhar Tia makes a face, leaning up on his toes to tip Aioux's glasses down and peer critically at the elezen's eyes. "I know it well. You wish to return, kurunbi? A bath, and yet more water, and kishkiyya."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont: I feel like someone took that guy, then took me and shoved me up in all that unwashed, sweaty flesh and yes. I would badly like a bath and water and maybe some coffee.
J'azhar Tia: "...You have a way with words," J'azhar says, swallowing down a bubble of laughter. "Come then." He tugs at the elezen's sleeve. "We shall pay our thanks to Miss Jancis, and return, yes? Unless you wish somewhere that is more close."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods, "Yes, we should thank Jancis for this. As always, she does something wonderful."
J'azhar Tia taps Aioux indulgently on the chin, recalling a streak of yellow paint, and then tows the elezen gently over to Jancis. They both look a little the worse for the wear, paler than usual and rather tired - though J'azhar, it must be said, looks in rather a better state than Aioux. Ah, to be young.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont smiles, letting J'azhar tug him around but stopping short of Jancis and the man with her. He gives a small bow, hand on his chest.
J'azhar Tia: "...We shall not long detain you, Miss Jancis," he says, suddenly less keen to interrupt upon recognizing Jancis' companion from last night. "Only to offer our thanks once again for your generosity and your kindness in overseeing such a celebration."
Jancis Milburga turns, the warm smile radiating to the pair. "Thaliak only knows how you both are not still in a bed. Thank you for coming. You are very welcome. I wanted to ask Lord J'azhar, if this was a happy occasion for you."
Barengar Armsbreaker glances between the two as they approached, his brow rising slightly at the apparent stat of the both of them.
J'azhar Tia: "I was pleased very much," J'azhar says quickly. "In particular to hear Tausenadel's tale and Miss Leanne's song; to hear of Azeyma the Warden as more I know her, yes? Just so. I am... It has done me I think well to have come, in some regards. I am very grateful."
Jancis Milburga echoes the grateful look, "That makes me very happy to hear. When you cook or speak of your kin and family I always get a sense of that warm connection. Dare confess it is remarkable to witness."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont says gently, "I enjoyed Nathan's performance, it brought a laugh to my lips. Still, yes. J'azhar seems to have quite a connection to the Mother, to be sure."
J'azhar Tia: " - I have said to Aioux that I shall tomorrow tell a story from my tribe of Azeyma, if it would please you to hear it," he offers, a little shyly.
Jancis Milburga: "It would! Very much so!"
J'azhar Tia flushes a little, inordinately pleased, and ducks his head. "Then I shall be sure to tell it with twice so much relish," he says. "In any case. I - we should no longer of course intrude upon..." he turns and bobs a quick little bow to the imposing highlander, along with offering up a sheepish grin. "My very many apologies."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont smiles, "You both take care."
Barengar Armsbreaker flicks his gaze toward J'azhar as he is referred to. He gives a slight bob of his head and offers a low grunt, "Barengar Armsbreaker."
Jancis Milburga: "We will. Sir Armsbreaker was sure that drink did not burn too badly. Thaliak only knows how you drank so many of them. You both will rest more?"
Jancis Milburga gives Aioux a concerned look.
J'azhar Tia: "J'azhar," he returns, a crooked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "We shall leave you then to it, yes? To ensure that poor Aioux does not expire from want of water and qahwa. Barengar; Miss Jancis."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont says dryly, "I'm just a bit of a lightweight. I'll take care, and thank you."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont: ...Jaaaaz. I think coffee sounds best. Strong coffee.
Jancis Milburga: "Hehehe, keep each other safe as always Lord J'azhar."
Barengar Armsbreaker dips his head and provides a deep grunt in way of bidding the pair farewell. "Good meetin' ya proper, I figure."
J'azhar Tia: "Yes," J'azhar says patiently. "Qahwa. Coffee. Come, kurunbi - home? Or to Drybone?" He's already towing Aioux off down the path.
Jancis Milburga smiles in good humor at the pair, "Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after."
Aiouxdaux Beaumont: ...home.
Barengar Armsbreaker turns his attention back toward Jancis after watching the pair wander off back down toward the path, a low rumble filling the air about him, "Suppose that ain't so far from the truth."
Jancis Milburga: "No it is a good saying. Do you like coffee? I never did think to ask before."
Barengar Armsbreaker lifts an upturned hand and bobs his head to the side, "I ain't got anythin' against it."

Jancis Milburga: "At this time Lady Cliodhna and I have fans for you. They are for your confessions. For your inquiries, for what you seek in your life. Pray ask her or I for as many as you wish to take home to those who could not come. Or if you wish, you may share your thoughts at Azeyma's stone."
Zazanther Rerenther: "I will take a fan."
Jancis Milburga bows to Zazanther, giving him a rich gold and brown fan, "By all means, Lord. Thank you"
Zazanther Rerenther takes a fan. "Thank you for this wonderful day as well."
Jancis Milburga: "You are very welcome."

Zazanther Rerenther places his fan by the stone.
Zazanther Rerenther looks up at Jancis. "May I have another fan? Just realized there is something else I want to write."
Jancis Milburga: "Yes of course, Lord. By all means."
Jancis Milburga: "I even have another basket full of them."
Zazanther Rerenther places his first fan down, asking to find the truth behind the necklace he has found and has given him a frustrating experience in finding its secrets.

Vanya Caladhiel silently makes her way and stands beside Cliodhna, masking her foot steps as she stands beside the rock. "I take it the event went well..?"
Cliodhna Eoghan Passes over a folding fan to Vanya, the color metallic pink dusted with gold. "Thought you'd like one. You can write a confession on it and leave it by the rock or you can take it home as a keepsake."
Vanya Caladhiel looks up to Cliodhna and reaches up to take it. she loos to the fan front and back, examining it completely. "A confession..?"
Cliodhna Eoghan Nods lightly. "A secret you wish not to keep secret anymore is another way of thinking it."
Vanya Caladhiel looks to the fan for a moment, her voice low. "Secret, huh.." She snaps it open and observes the coloring. "Maybe it is time I part with some of my past and unload some of the weight.."
Vanya Caladhiel look sup to the rock before slowly making her way to it, writing out her confession while doing so.
Cliodhna Eoghan Gives a small wave to Zazanther
Zazanther Rerenther: "Havn't talked to you for a while."
Cliodhna Eoghan Nods, smiling lightly. "Been a bit busy...." Flashes the large rock on her hand. "Had a lot of work related things going on too lately, how have you been?"
Vanya Caladhiel kneels down and places the fan upon the stone. She stays that way for a few minutes her hand placed upon it as she keeps her eyes closed.
Zazanther Rerenther: "Been busy as well. I've recently started participating in the Runestone here and will be offering healing services to Grindstone tonight."
Cliodhna Eoghan "Oh that's good!" Grins. "I don't really participate much myself but I did watch Grindstone for a little while. They never have enough healers it seems....Glad to hear you've offered help."
Zazanther Rerenther thinks for a moment. "Well, I've started in the Runestone to practice my combat skills in a more controlled environment. I'm finding the need to defend myself in ruins more often as a Scholar. I might fight in Grindstone to practice my melee sometime too, for similar reasons. I'm just needing combat experience in general I guess."
Vanya Caladhiel makes her way back to Cliodhna.
Zazanther Rerenther: "I also won Runestone the first time I participated too."
Cliodhna Eoghan: That's great! I heard it's a hard thing to win.
Cliodhna Eoghan Smiles as Vanya approaches, scooting over and giving her room on the rock with her if she wishes to sit.
Zazanther Rerenther: "I agree, considering I lost in the second round last week after winning the previous week."
Vanya Caladhiel sees the new arrival as she makes her way back. She sees the space given to her and smile slightly before taking a seat on the stone, giving a small nod in appreciation. "thank you.."
Cliodhna Eoghan Glances between the two of them. "Zazanther, this is Vanya my...."Pauses the new word still a bit hard to say considering. "Stepdaughter. Vanya I met Zazanther at Harbinger's tavern one night and we shared a conversation about some of the amazing things he's studied."
Zazanther Rerenther bows. "Please to meet you Vanya."
Vanya Caladhiel looks over to Cliodhna briefly in surprise at the mention of step daughter before smiling lightly and looking down to Zazanther. "A pleasure to meet you, sir.."
Vanya Caladhiel: "If you do not mind, just what is your field of study..?"
Zazanther Rerenther looks at Vanya. "Mostly Belah'dan, but I've been branching out into Nym history as well."
Vanya Caladhiel gains a thoughtful look. "Nym. I have heard the name mentioned in some tomes located in the Arcanist guild, though I am not quite well versed in the topic as I just picked up on it.."
Zazanther Rerenther: "It is an interesting civilization for sure. The harder part is figuring out the language. Though I've had some success. Just recently figured out how to make a potion that they used to restore lost blood to wounded soldiers. I can't make it, and the materials for it are rare now days."
Vanya Caladhiel: "Hmm, that would be quite useful to possess indeed. I Can see how many unnecessary deaths could be avoided on the battlefield with such a potion.."
Zazanther Rerenther nods in agreement. "From what I figured out, one potion works for about 8 uses or so. Sadly it is expensive to make for this day in age. Would take a while to even grow anything useful for it in any amount. Time will tell. I've had one potion made using my own funds and have someone testing it right now to see how effective it really is, or if it was even made right."
Vanya Caladhiel: "Just what herbs or plants are needed to create them..? Maybe I may have heard of them in my travels.."
Zazanther Rerenther: "Well, not sure if there are names for me now. They seem to grow only on the floating rocks of the old city, quite a hassle to get them."
Vanya Caladhiel nods. "I see. I am just curious as I tend to grow various herbs and flowers in the garden located in sable hall, the home of the Red wings. SO I was curious if by chance I may have grown it without knowing.."
Zazanther Rerenther nods. "Will take some work, but getting a few seeder plants will help for sure. The question is, can they be grown anywhere or only in that area."
Vanya Caladhiel: "That is something worth looking into."
Cliodhna Eoghan Speaks up after contently listening. "Seems the party may be moving to Wineport.. Are you two coming as well?"
Vanya Caladhiel looks to Cliodhna for a moment and nods. "Alright... would like to see new environments.."
Zazanther Rerenther: "Ya, now to see if I can get some more from who got the ones I used."
Cliodhna Eoghan Smiles at Vanya. "It's lovely....And Erik and I were just there, so I don't mind going back again."
Zazanther Rerenther shakes his head. "I've got some things to do and prepare for Grindstone here."
Vanya Caladhiel: "Ah should be interesting to see then.."

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