Outside the ramshackle structure, the blizzard intensified, wailing winds sweeping snow across the forlorn landscape in a fearsome howl. Shutters rattled and the worn boards of the building audibly creaked and groaned in mournful protest as they feebly resisted the gales that smashed against the structure. The cellar of the abandoned house was thankfully dug deep enough that the scream of the winter storm above had been reduced to a wispy lamentation that only occasionally made its unwelcome presence known with a sharp whistle and a creak of the aged support beams that had been driven into the cellar. At times, a startled warble would escape one of the chocobos resting in the stables upstairs, but otherwise all was quiet.
The Xaela had taken to seating himself against one of the corners of the empty wall, leaning against the slate-coloured bricks, with one knee raised and the other leg outstretched against the stone floor. The brass-coloured sabatons would clink at times whenever he shifted his position, while the blued steel of his sword rested in its harness at his side. His eyes were closed, but Kasrjin’s mind was very much awake.
Another pulse in such a short interval of time. And just like last time, it felt so...foreign. So there was something that possessed attributes similar to what he was seeking present here. And it had become….active? It was impossible to tell. About the only thing he was certain of was that it existed. Where he could find it or even what it was...those were questions that were beyond him.
His eyes fluttered open to reveal a viridian sheen. The blizzard had not yet relented, and so it would appear that he would have to remain here for a while longer. A hand slipped into the folds of his tabard to grasp the cold runestone. He’d shed his gauntlets, allowing an idle finger to trace along the elaborate pattern that reminded him of how far he was. The fringes of emerald green that lined his bangs were swept away with a hand that was equal parts irritation and idle habit.
A sigh escaped his lips.
It would be but a while longer.
Roen did not appear to object much to his sudden and apparently random burst of motion suddenly interrupting their discussion on the nature of written languages, but a part of him did hope that she would not ask too many questions. He still did not feel equipped to answer what concerns she might have.
He glanced up as the wind howled again.
A while longer.
The Xaela had taken to seating himself against one of the corners of the empty wall, leaning against the slate-coloured bricks, with one knee raised and the other leg outstretched against the stone floor. The brass-coloured sabatons would clink at times whenever he shifted his position, while the blued steel of his sword rested in its harness at his side. His eyes were closed, but Kasrjin’s mind was very much awake.
Another pulse in such a short interval of time. And just like last time, it felt so...foreign. So there was something that possessed attributes similar to what he was seeking present here. And it had become….active? It was impossible to tell. About the only thing he was certain of was that it existed. Where he could find it or even what it was...those were questions that were beyond him.
His eyes fluttered open to reveal a viridian sheen. The blizzard had not yet relented, and so it would appear that he would have to remain here for a while longer. A hand slipped into the folds of his tabard to grasp the cold runestone. He’d shed his gauntlets, allowing an idle finger to trace along the elaborate pattern that reminded him of how far he was. The fringes of emerald green that lined his bangs were swept away with a hand that was equal parts irritation and idle habit.
A sigh escaped his lips.
It would be but a while longer.
Roen did not appear to object much to his sudden and apparently random burst of motion suddenly interrupting their discussion on the nature of written languages, but a part of him did hope that she would not ask too many questions. He still did not feel equipped to answer what concerns she might have.
He glanced up as the wind howled again.
A while longer.
