[[This post is following the events of this post.]]
The sun was almost too bright.
Roen raised her hand to shade her eyes from glittering expanse of blue in front of her. Both the ocean and the sand seemed to be soaking in the summer warmth as they all glistened under the midday sun. It was such a contrast from the grey snow-covered fields and mountains of Coerthas, that it almost felt like a dream.
A silhouette of a lone figure entered her view, sprinting directly for the embrace of the sea. A lean Midlander clad only a loose pair of shorts, leaped into the air as he tucked his knees up to his chest and hit the water with a bold splash. His entire form disappeared beneath a large foamy wave and did not reemerge for a few moments. Roen blinked as she sat up straight, her eyes squinting at the water.
Then Osric broke through the surface with a loud yelp. “L-L-Llymlaen’s piss, it’s cold!â€
The paladin exhaled with a relaxed curl to her lips. She leaned back, her fingers burrowing beneath the blanket of soft sand, as she glanced to the rest gathered on the beach. It was all familiar faces that roamed about, with the ocean breeze lightly carrying their conversations like a distant babble.
Delial was by the bonfire, roasting some pieces of skewered meat. This gathering was her and Kage’s idea after all, so the Highlander came prepared to feed the guests. Delial seemed relaxed despite the absence of her co-conspirator; her hair was let down loosely with a flower pinned next to her ear. She hummed quietly as she turned the meat this way and that. The wafting scent of roasting aldegoat had already produced a small rumble in Roen’s stomach, so it was no surprise that the two Miqo’tes of the group were already hovering near the Highlander.
Kiht was leaning in and sniffing, her expression one of clear anticipation. The Keeper’s love of meat was no secret, something that she had shared with Roen during one of their first meetings. She was chatting casually with Delial and U’Roh, Gharen’s long time friend. The paladin noted that her Keeper friend was preferring to linger under the shade afforded by the tall palm trees, but even the no-nonsense hunter had dressed for the occasion, with a light camise and a coeurl hide wrapped around her hips. This was as carefree as Roen had ever seen Kiht.
Roen shifted slightly to adjust the lei that rested over her chest. Even as casually dressed as Kiht was, the Keeper still commented that she had expected the paladin to come more clothed. Roen tugged on the red scarf that was tied around her waist, tightening its knot as she recalled the heat that rose to her cheeks.
"It's a bit late for modesty now, Roen. There's no shame in showing off a bit, you know." A sudden memory flitted before her eyes, with that familiar teasing tone and his icy-blue gaze hidden beneath long orange forelocks. "Besides, I'd wager more than half of Ul'dah's noblewomen would kill to have shapely legs like yours."
Nero’s comment had made her blush slightly, and she reflexively crossed her arms over her chest. “Must you do that,†she remembered muttering at him, diverting her eyes from the pirate’s bare chest as he lounged on the beach. She had convinced herself she had grown used to him trying to throw her off guard.
"Can't help myself. Besides, you must have picked something like that in order to catch my attention, no?" He flashed a wink at her from the corner of his eye. "To which I say, mission accomplished."
Roen squinted at the bright glare from the ocean as the beam of sunlight hit it just right, and the memory of her last time on the beach faded from her view. The melancholy it brought brushed over her like a piece of silk floating upon the wind, leaving just a touch of wistfulness before it disappeared. No longer did such memories take hold of her thoughts like a vice.
She returned to watching the three by the fire for a moment longer, before her attention roamed to her brother who was shuffling around the sand with a cane in hand. This beach picnic was to celebrate his return after all, after such a long absence. The past year had been difficult for him as many others, this Roen could not deny, and a beach party was a much needed respite.
The paladin began to play absently with one of the flowers that rested just below her collarbone to chase away her sense of unease. She had not known what to say to Gharen when she saw him in Coerthas after he had regained his memory. He had been badly injured, that much had been made certain, and was convalescing under Delial’s care. Not knowing how to start the conversation then, Roen had set about assessing his physical state and doling out orders on what he should not be doing that would further delay his recovery.
Gharen seemed surprised in her business like attitude, but did not prod her much. Just how was she to tell him then and there, all that had happened since she saw him over a year ago? And the fact that he did not yet even realize what he had done during that time…
Roen was pulled from her reverie when Osric came trotting up, curling his arm around Kanaria who had also quietly taken up a spot near the paladin. Kanaria did not seem to mind her husband’s wet arms wrapping around her very pregnant belly. The former sergeant propped his chin upon his wife’s shoulder, and gave her a soft buss on the cheek. The two seemed happy, Roen observed, and Osric seemed just a little softer around the edges whenever he was in Kanaria’s presence.
"How're you holdin' up?" he asked as he turned his attention to the paladin. His tone was casual, but when their eyes briefly met, Roen recognized the sincerity of his question.
"I am... better than I was,†she answered honestly, before giving the Midlander a look over. "As you are, I imagine?"
He answered her with his usual grin. "We're doin' fine, I think. The latest insanity ain't nearly as insane."
"Do I want to know?" Roen arched a brow.
"No." The Lominsan’s answer was short and succinct.
They both nodded at each other in understanding. "I hope you found a way to eliminate much of the insanities from your life, what with a child on the way." The paladin’s voice softened as she only briefly glanced at Kanaria’s midsection. "I honestly cannot imagine you a father."
Osric looked somewhat stricken. "Oh?"
Roen paused. She was about to comment on his penchant for violence, his recklessness, and his usually brash outlook. But in each of those instances where she had pictured, him, he was always helping someone else too. "Actually, I can." She shook her head. "You were a protective figure to many, from what I remember."
That seemed to please the sergeant as he exchanged a look with his wife. Looking beyond the two, Roen spotted her brother limping in their direction. She had yet to even greet him since arriving at the beach for he was inundated with well wishes from everyone else. And yet when he finally came within ear’s reach, Roen barked out a cool order. "Gharen, you should sit."
Gharen grinned as he leaned against a large outcropping of rocks. "Soon enough. I have been bed ridden long enough te want te get about regardless, if'n it means as a man long in years may."
Osric craned his head toward the Highlander. "I have two sisters. When they tell you t'sit, you sit."
“Technically, I am.†Gharen gave the sergeant a crook of the brow as he shifted his weight to indicate the rock he was leaning against.
"At least your stubbornness is a sign of your recovery,†Roen chided him, but her tone did not hold any true reproach. But she also recognized that it did not hold much warmth. She was already feeling tense around her brother.
It was then that the sound of feet awkwardly shuffling through sand reached her ears and Roen gladly stood and turned around. She knew it to be Khadai, for their entire walk through the beach upon arriving at Costa Del Sol, his unfamiliarity in coping with such a landscape was made plainly obvious. He had a veritable small whirlwind wherever he walked, his slippered feet kicking up sand with every step. He had left the group for a bit after the initial introductions, having misplaced some of the tools he had brought. It was the only way Roen could conceive of suggesting that he come to such a gathering as this, as an opportunity to study the pattern of aether further south of Coerthas. He had come to the beach wearing a light tunic and shorts, but the heavy tool belt that hung around his waist still marked him out of place.
When she noticed that he had not returned for many minutes, she was starting to worry that he had gotten lost. Again. So her mood had already beginning to lighten when she turned, relieved that no man hunt was needed.
But when she gazed up at the Au Ra again, only one thing captured her attention.
“What… is that.†Osric was first to give voice to what everyone was staring at.
Roen, as well as the rest of those gathered, were staring at the roasted dodo that was crowning Khadai’s head. It was an elaborate hat of some sort, with decorative foliage, vegetables, and even a couple of tail feathers, all placed carefully at the base of a hat that featured a glistening, browned, roasted bird.
Khadai seemed nonchalant about it as he climbed onto a rock and sat with crossed legs. “It is a prize won in a physical competition. I am told that it is indicative of one’s mastery.â€
Osric somehow maintained his deadpan tone. “Er… well, that’s technically correct…â€
“You have a cooked bird. On your head.†Roen was still staring.
"I had lost my way.,†Khadai explained. “I was forced to question the natives as to my location and destination. They did not respond to threats and required that I take part in a competitive display. I successfully defeated the enemy in stone-throwing, oyster diving, running, balancing atop a stake of wood, and the accurate destruction of of seed-bearing fruit."
Roen just crossed her arms, her eyes slowly narrowing.
Khadai gestured to his hat. "This adornment is proof of that… I believe. There remained no surviving competitors."
Roen glanced at everyone else first, to gauge their reaction, before she stared back dumbfounded at the Au Ra. "You got lost... and then did all that?"
“It was required in order to ascertain my location." While Khadai was looking at her, his eyes did not quite meet her gaze.
"Roen, where'd you two meet again?" Osric asked that in a tone of voice that rather implied that she'd picked up a stray.
The paladin found herself leaning in slightly toward the Xaela, as if to try and will the right answer out of him. "And what do you mean by no surviving competitors... you left them healthy and breathing after a friendly competition, right?"
"Yes,†the Au Ra warrior answered easily. “I was successful in breaking their competitive spirit and ensuring no further conflict of this nature. Peace is hard-earned." He punctuated his statement with a sage nod.
Roen could see from the corner of her eyes as Osric released his wife and turned away. His shoulders began to shake first, before he broke into laughter.
"You bring honor to your name,†Kiht called out, biting back a smirk. “Well done."
Roen let out a long sigh. Everyone else was finding humor in it, so she tried to convince herself that she should as well. "Well… at least you found your way back. With sustenance no less."
"It is ornamental. I do not believe it is edible. And it would not be of good conduct to falsely display my prowess." There was not one onze of humor in Khadai’s observations.
That made Roen make another befuddled face. "That is not edible?†She stepped toward him and raised herself onto the tips of her toes to study this fashion atrocity. “Why would someone make such a thing?"
Khadai frowned. "It is to display one's physical mastery of various competitions. Were you not paying attention?"
Anything else that Roen might have retorted was bitten off when Kiht also stepped toward the Xaela. She too leaned this way and that to study the bird on the hat. "Clearly, Roen, it is a symbol of victory and power. Like a hunter returning with game, or a chef who has cooked a fine meal." The amusement in her voice was just barely hidden.
Khadai seemed oblivious to it, as he held up his aether compass in the air. His expression turned quizzical and Roen could see the needle still spinning rather unhelpfully. He frowned at it as if it was mocking him. "She is correct. On that subject, I had retrieved these implements for a reason, in any case. Perhaps the fish will be intimidated by my mastery." He nodded confidently to himself. "Approach me should you require me."
As the Au Ra walked away to a distant group of rocks closer to the water, Roen gave Kiht a pointed look. The Keeper only allowed her expression to break into an open smirk when Khadai was out of range. "Gods, where did you find him? Not that I do not like him, but I did not expect to see you make an Au Ra friend in Coerthas."
The paladin pondered on how to answer that for a moment before she gave a hapless shrug. "How we crossed paths is a long story. He has much to learn about this place. But… he is a good man when all is said and done. If not a bit odd and severe."
Kiht followed her gaze down to the coast. "Remember when we were like that? Hells, I thought I was odd until seeing him. Now I feel so... well-adjusted."
Roen dipped her head as a chuckle escaped. "He does remind me of you. Khadai. A little."
“Sorry to interrupt,†U’roh piped up as he trotted up beside them. In his hands were two skewers of roasted aldegoat meat. “Delivery!†He held out one to each of them.
Kiht readily snatched up the offering. "Gratitude! I am now in love with you, bearer of food." The wide grin upon her face was one that Roen was not used to seeing. She was actually teasing him!
Neither was U'roh, as his eyes widened, slight color rising to his cheeks. "Y-you’re quite welcome!" He beamed. "Enjoy!" The Miqo’te skittered off, and it was after he was yalms away that Roen turned back to Kiht. Her Keeper friend was already eagerly tearing into her meat.
“Now look at you,†Roen gave her a sly grin. “Well-adjusted indeed.â€
"I will not deny it. I knew naught outside of the Shroud. But Othard is not even in Eorzea. Khadai has even more to adapt to. But…†The huntress paused in her devouring of the aldegoat, her dark eyes regarding the paladin warmly. “You were kind to me as well. Even after I called you a Hyur female like an idiot…â€
Roen chuckled as she took a bite of her own skewer. “You never sounded like an idiot. Just… new. And honest.†She turned the meat in her hand, allowing some juices to drip down to the sand below. “I think back to those times, now and then. When things were so much simpler.â€
Kiht took another bite of her morsel and closed her eyes as if to savor its taste. “Mmm.†She peeked one eye open. “And look at you now. Eating meat. I am so proud.†She grinned again. “I claim credit.â€
"Quite insistent you were about consumption of meat! I cannot say the wisdom was for naught." The paladin sighed as she picked at the last chunk of aldegoat. "I miss the simpler times. I am hoping to return to such suns." She watched from the corner of her eyes as Kanaria joined U’roh and Delial by the fire; Gharen and Osric had strolled off by themselves closer toward the water to hold a private conversation.
"Nostalgia hitting you hard then?†Kiht gave Roen a side eye. “Well, I am not going anywhere. If you wish, I can act ignorant of everything again."
Roen nearly choked on her meat as she snorted. "Nay! I like you just as you are.†The chuckle that rose was quick to fade, as she kept her gaze on the two men by the sea. “But reconnecting with Gharen and helping Khadai seek out what he needs to find... these should be simple things."
"They should be. They can be. I had to work with Gharen when he was The Wolf, now I talk to him, and he is a honey-head by comparison. As for Khadai, treat him like you did me... without the getting captured twice part."
To that, the Keeper was rewarded with a withering look.
"Apologies.†Kiht blinked. “I am still sharp with my words right now. That was mayhaps a bit too sharp. I jest..."
Roen could not hold the look for long, the corner of her lips lifted soon enough. "I shall try my best. I know I worried you so, then." She turned her attention back toward the waves foaming upon the sand. "Is it odd? I have butterflies in my stomach when I anticipate talking to my own brother now. But when speaking to you, or Delial... or Khadai, I have no such hesitation." She glanced to the distant figure of the Au Ra with his fishing pole. "As severe as he is, he makes a unique confidant. Another thing he has in common with you, in truth."
"Odd to me, mayhaps.†Kiht looked puzzled. “Family is important to keepers, and naught to be afraid of. But... you did not always know Gharen was family, and before you went to Coerthas, you both were at odds." She gave Roen a long look. "I assure you he wants to talk to you though."
"That I do not question.†The paladin shifted uneasily. “But his words, and his tone… he recalls nothing. And perhaps that is why it does not weigh on him even in the slightest." Her expression fell slightly as did her gaze. “But I cannot shed those memories as easily as he has. Perhaps I worry that I do not want to return to him those burdens, but I cannot pretend nothing has happened nor that it no longer matters."
Kiht canted her head slightly and there was a look of empathy upon her face. "Talk about one thing at a time. What weighs on you the most? Mayhaps start there."
Roen stared at her, before she quickly shook her head. "I cannot talk about that."
The Keeper stared at her back with slumped shoulders. She did not bother hiding her disappointment. "Very well, mayhaps start with something light. If it would help, I can stand with you."
"You cannot expect me to just bring up the fact that I killed the man that had caused a rift between us?" Roen hissed quietly. "Or that I grieve him still? Or do I mention that while he was not himself, he killed... I do not know how many? I have no idea how would even start such a conversation." The paladin parted her lips as if to continue, then pressed them shut when she saw Gharen and Osric approach the group again. Khadai had also returned, with a hand full of fish on hand.
Kiht too gave them all a glance, her voice now barely above a whisper. Her expression had turned somber. "You have a fair point. I just... believe in openness. The sooner you rid yourself of old burdens, the sooner things can become more simple. But start light this sun. I hear his memories might return, and if they do, the conversation will happen. You both have guilt you have to resolve, and I do not want to see you run off again, or he become a monster again."
"It has been a difficult year," Delial’s words to Osric floated upon the wind and it made Roen pause. "Anyone would age, given that." The Highlander had not made a single effort to join the paladin, but Roen could guess that the she was keeping an eye on everyone.
Osric raised his skewer in salute. "Grimsong, I owe you an apology for ever doubtin' your womanly charms. This is delicious."
When Roen was reassured that the others paid her and Kiht no mind, she continued. "Do not worry for such a thing. I am done running. I will not disappear again without word."
Kiht’s ears lowered. "I will take your word for it then. But just speak with him on a light matter then." The Keeper glanced from the paladin to the group now gathered near the fire.
"I shall.†Roen nodded. “I promise."
"Gratitude.†The Keeper’s gaze was soft, but there was now a teasing curl to her expression. “I will accept your moving an ilm as a victory."
Roen narrowed her eyes in turn, but also with a twinkle of mirth to her gaze. "An ilm." She held up two fingers, a space of just such between them.
Kiht smirked confidently. "All harrowing journeys start with an ilm."
The paladin snorted, a smile rising to her lips. "Wise words. And since I know you do keep tabs on my whereabouts from time to time, I may be in Dravania in the near future. Not alone. I will be helping Khadai in his quest." She glanced at the Au Ra, now seated by the rocks again, quietly conversing with Osric.
Kiht brightened. "Stop by Tailfeather. Nice place. Depending on when you go, I may be closer than you think." She leaned toward the paladin with a mischievous look. "I promise it is not to watch you this time. I have not done that since you left for Coerthas."
“You gave me the time I needed,†Roen nodded in thanks. “And I shall return the favor by keeping in touch this time. Who knows? Perhaps we will run into each other in Dravania if your own path takes you there." She paused then shook her meatless skewer at the Keeper. "And remember your promise. If you need aid that you would send word. We have yet to fight side by side."
"Gratitude, Roen." Kiht’s expression warmed. "I have not forgotten. I may find trouble just to fulfill that promise."
Roen grinned back. "I will be looking forward to it."
"I think we are being watched," Kiht half turned, eyeing Osric and Khadai.
"More like waited on!" Osric hollered back and slid off his perch on the rock next to the Au Ra.
Roen dipped her head as Kanaria and Osric approached Kiht, and the paladin made her way back to the Xaela. She leaned onto the rock that he was seated on. “I heard you have a new supply of fish.â€
Khadai glanced down at her, the ocean winds tossing his long locks over his eyes. "We will be remaining here for another sun or longer in order to allow the fish to dry. They will make substantially useful provisions." He seemed to be regarding her carefully. "Has this… been helpful for you?"
Not having expected such a direct question, Roen chewed on that for a moment. While she had spoken to him about her brother’s illness, she had not exactly discussed her anxiety in reconnecting with Gharen since his return. It surprised her that he had been astute enough to inquire about her in such a way. She glanced over her shoulder toward the beach where Delial and Gharen had taken a spot on the sands to watch the waves. “It has… in some ways.†She inhaled deep of the salty air, and pushed herself off the rock and looked up at the Au Ra.
She smiled at him. “Walk with me.â€
The sun was almost too bright.
Roen raised her hand to shade her eyes from glittering expanse of blue in front of her. Both the ocean and the sand seemed to be soaking in the summer warmth as they all glistened under the midday sun. It was such a contrast from the grey snow-covered fields and mountains of Coerthas, that it almost felt like a dream.
A silhouette of a lone figure entered her view, sprinting directly for the embrace of the sea. A lean Midlander clad only a loose pair of shorts, leaped into the air as he tucked his knees up to his chest and hit the water with a bold splash. His entire form disappeared beneath a large foamy wave and did not reemerge for a few moments. Roen blinked as she sat up straight, her eyes squinting at the water.
Then Osric broke through the surface with a loud yelp. “L-L-Llymlaen’s piss, it’s cold!â€
The paladin exhaled with a relaxed curl to her lips. She leaned back, her fingers burrowing beneath the blanket of soft sand, as she glanced to the rest gathered on the beach. It was all familiar faces that roamed about, with the ocean breeze lightly carrying their conversations like a distant babble.
Delial was by the bonfire, roasting some pieces of skewered meat. This gathering was her and Kage’s idea after all, so the Highlander came prepared to feed the guests. Delial seemed relaxed despite the absence of her co-conspirator; her hair was let down loosely with a flower pinned next to her ear. She hummed quietly as she turned the meat this way and that. The wafting scent of roasting aldegoat had already produced a small rumble in Roen’s stomach, so it was no surprise that the two Miqo’tes of the group were already hovering near the Highlander.
Kiht was leaning in and sniffing, her expression one of clear anticipation. The Keeper’s love of meat was no secret, something that she had shared with Roen during one of their first meetings. She was chatting casually with Delial and U’Roh, Gharen’s long time friend. The paladin noted that her Keeper friend was preferring to linger under the shade afforded by the tall palm trees, but even the no-nonsense hunter had dressed for the occasion, with a light camise and a coeurl hide wrapped around her hips. This was as carefree as Roen had ever seen Kiht.
Roen shifted slightly to adjust the lei that rested over her chest. Even as casually dressed as Kiht was, the Keeper still commented that she had expected the paladin to come more clothed. Roen tugged on the red scarf that was tied around her waist, tightening its knot as she recalled the heat that rose to her cheeks.
"It's a bit late for modesty now, Roen. There's no shame in showing off a bit, you know." A sudden memory flitted before her eyes, with that familiar teasing tone and his icy-blue gaze hidden beneath long orange forelocks. "Besides, I'd wager more than half of Ul'dah's noblewomen would kill to have shapely legs like yours."
Nero’s comment had made her blush slightly, and she reflexively crossed her arms over her chest. “Must you do that,†she remembered muttering at him, diverting her eyes from the pirate’s bare chest as he lounged on the beach. She had convinced herself she had grown used to him trying to throw her off guard.
"Can't help myself. Besides, you must have picked something like that in order to catch my attention, no?" He flashed a wink at her from the corner of his eye. "To which I say, mission accomplished."
Roen squinted at the bright glare from the ocean as the beam of sunlight hit it just right, and the memory of her last time on the beach faded from her view. The melancholy it brought brushed over her like a piece of silk floating upon the wind, leaving just a touch of wistfulness before it disappeared. No longer did such memories take hold of her thoughts like a vice.
She returned to watching the three by the fire for a moment longer, before her attention roamed to her brother who was shuffling around the sand with a cane in hand. This beach picnic was to celebrate his return after all, after such a long absence. The past year had been difficult for him as many others, this Roen could not deny, and a beach party was a much needed respite.
The paladin began to play absently with one of the flowers that rested just below her collarbone to chase away her sense of unease. She had not known what to say to Gharen when she saw him in Coerthas after he had regained his memory. He had been badly injured, that much had been made certain, and was convalescing under Delial’s care. Not knowing how to start the conversation then, Roen had set about assessing his physical state and doling out orders on what he should not be doing that would further delay his recovery.
Gharen seemed surprised in her business like attitude, but did not prod her much. Just how was she to tell him then and there, all that had happened since she saw him over a year ago? And the fact that he did not yet even realize what he had done during that time…
Roen was pulled from her reverie when Osric came trotting up, curling his arm around Kanaria who had also quietly taken up a spot near the paladin. Kanaria did not seem to mind her husband’s wet arms wrapping around her very pregnant belly. The former sergeant propped his chin upon his wife’s shoulder, and gave her a soft buss on the cheek. The two seemed happy, Roen observed, and Osric seemed just a little softer around the edges whenever he was in Kanaria’s presence.
"How're you holdin' up?" he asked as he turned his attention to the paladin. His tone was casual, but when their eyes briefly met, Roen recognized the sincerity of his question.
"I am... better than I was,†she answered honestly, before giving the Midlander a look over. "As you are, I imagine?"
He answered her with his usual grin. "We're doin' fine, I think. The latest insanity ain't nearly as insane."
"Do I want to know?" Roen arched a brow.
"No." The Lominsan’s answer was short and succinct.
They both nodded at each other in understanding. "I hope you found a way to eliminate much of the insanities from your life, what with a child on the way." The paladin’s voice softened as she only briefly glanced at Kanaria’s midsection. "I honestly cannot imagine you a father."
Osric looked somewhat stricken. "Oh?"
Roen paused. She was about to comment on his penchant for violence, his recklessness, and his usually brash outlook. But in each of those instances where she had pictured, him, he was always helping someone else too. "Actually, I can." She shook her head. "You were a protective figure to many, from what I remember."
That seemed to please the sergeant as he exchanged a look with his wife. Looking beyond the two, Roen spotted her brother limping in their direction. She had yet to even greet him since arriving at the beach for he was inundated with well wishes from everyone else. And yet when he finally came within ear’s reach, Roen barked out a cool order. "Gharen, you should sit."
Gharen grinned as he leaned against a large outcropping of rocks. "Soon enough. I have been bed ridden long enough te want te get about regardless, if'n it means as a man long in years may."
Osric craned his head toward the Highlander. "I have two sisters. When they tell you t'sit, you sit."
“Technically, I am.†Gharen gave the sergeant a crook of the brow as he shifted his weight to indicate the rock he was leaning against.
"At least your stubbornness is a sign of your recovery,†Roen chided him, but her tone did not hold any true reproach. But she also recognized that it did not hold much warmth. She was already feeling tense around her brother.
It was then that the sound of feet awkwardly shuffling through sand reached her ears and Roen gladly stood and turned around. She knew it to be Khadai, for their entire walk through the beach upon arriving at Costa Del Sol, his unfamiliarity in coping with such a landscape was made plainly obvious. He had a veritable small whirlwind wherever he walked, his slippered feet kicking up sand with every step. He had left the group for a bit after the initial introductions, having misplaced some of the tools he had brought. It was the only way Roen could conceive of suggesting that he come to such a gathering as this, as an opportunity to study the pattern of aether further south of Coerthas. He had come to the beach wearing a light tunic and shorts, but the heavy tool belt that hung around his waist still marked him out of place.
When she noticed that he had not returned for many minutes, she was starting to worry that he had gotten lost. Again. So her mood had already beginning to lighten when she turned, relieved that no man hunt was needed.
But when she gazed up at the Au Ra again, only one thing captured her attention.
“What… is that.†Osric was first to give voice to what everyone was staring at.
Roen, as well as the rest of those gathered, were staring at the roasted dodo that was crowning Khadai’s head. It was an elaborate hat of some sort, with decorative foliage, vegetables, and even a couple of tail feathers, all placed carefully at the base of a hat that featured a glistening, browned, roasted bird.
Khadai seemed nonchalant about it as he climbed onto a rock and sat with crossed legs. “It is a prize won in a physical competition. I am told that it is indicative of one’s mastery.â€
Osric somehow maintained his deadpan tone. “Er… well, that’s technically correct…â€
“You have a cooked bird. On your head.†Roen was still staring.
"I had lost my way.,†Khadai explained. “I was forced to question the natives as to my location and destination. They did not respond to threats and required that I take part in a competitive display. I successfully defeated the enemy in stone-throwing, oyster diving, running, balancing atop a stake of wood, and the accurate destruction of of seed-bearing fruit."
Roen just crossed her arms, her eyes slowly narrowing.
Khadai gestured to his hat. "This adornment is proof of that… I believe. There remained no surviving competitors."
Roen glanced at everyone else first, to gauge their reaction, before she stared back dumbfounded at the Au Ra. "You got lost... and then did all that?"
“It was required in order to ascertain my location." While Khadai was looking at her, his eyes did not quite meet her gaze.
"Roen, where'd you two meet again?" Osric asked that in a tone of voice that rather implied that she'd picked up a stray.
The paladin found herself leaning in slightly toward the Xaela, as if to try and will the right answer out of him. "And what do you mean by no surviving competitors... you left them healthy and breathing after a friendly competition, right?"
"Yes,†the Au Ra warrior answered easily. “I was successful in breaking their competitive spirit and ensuring no further conflict of this nature. Peace is hard-earned." He punctuated his statement with a sage nod.
Roen could see from the corner of her eyes as Osric released his wife and turned away. His shoulders began to shake first, before he broke into laughter.
"You bring honor to your name,†Kiht called out, biting back a smirk. “Well done."
Roen let out a long sigh. Everyone else was finding humor in it, so she tried to convince herself that she should as well. "Well… at least you found your way back. With sustenance no less."
"It is ornamental. I do not believe it is edible. And it would not be of good conduct to falsely display my prowess." There was not one onze of humor in Khadai’s observations.
That made Roen make another befuddled face. "That is not edible?†She stepped toward him and raised herself onto the tips of her toes to study this fashion atrocity. “Why would someone make such a thing?"
Khadai frowned. "It is to display one's physical mastery of various competitions. Were you not paying attention?"
Anything else that Roen might have retorted was bitten off when Kiht also stepped toward the Xaela. She too leaned this way and that to study the bird on the hat. "Clearly, Roen, it is a symbol of victory and power. Like a hunter returning with game, or a chef who has cooked a fine meal." The amusement in her voice was just barely hidden.
Khadai seemed oblivious to it, as he held up his aether compass in the air. His expression turned quizzical and Roen could see the needle still spinning rather unhelpfully. He frowned at it as if it was mocking him. "She is correct. On that subject, I had retrieved these implements for a reason, in any case. Perhaps the fish will be intimidated by my mastery." He nodded confidently to himself. "Approach me should you require me."
As the Au Ra walked away to a distant group of rocks closer to the water, Roen gave Kiht a pointed look. The Keeper only allowed her expression to break into an open smirk when Khadai was out of range. "Gods, where did you find him? Not that I do not like him, but I did not expect to see you make an Au Ra friend in Coerthas."
The paladin pondered on how to answer that for a moment before she gave a hapless shrug. "How we crossed paths is a long story. He has much to learn about this place. But… he is a good man when all is said and done. If not a bit odd and severe."
Kiht followed her gaze down to the coast. "Remember when we were like that? Hells, I thought I was odd until seeing him. Now I feel so... well-adjusted."
Roen dipped her head as a chuckle escaped. "He does remind me of you. Khadai. A little."
“Sorry to interrupt,†U’roh piped up as he trotted up beside them. In his hands were two skewers of roasted aldegoat meat. “Delivery!†He held out one to each of them.
Kiht readily snatched up the offering. "Gratitude! I am now in love with you, bearer of food." The wide grin upon her face was one that Roen was not used to seeing. She was actually teasing him!
Neither was U'roh, as his eyes widened, slight color rising to his cheeks. "Y-you’re quite welcome!" He beamed. "Enjoy!" The Miqo’te skittered off, and it was after he was yalms away that Roen turned back to Kiht. Her Keeper friend was already eagerly tearing into her meat.
“Now look at you,†Roen gave her a sly grin. “Well-adjusted indeed.â€
"I will not deny it. I knew naught outside of the Shroud. But Othard is not even in Eorzea. Khadai has even more to adapt to. But…†The huntress paused in her devouring of the aldegoat, her dark eyes regarding the paladin warmly. “You were kind to me as well. Even after I called you a Hyur female like an idiot…â€
Roen chuckled as she took a bite of her own skewer. “You never sounded like an idiot. Just… new. And honest.†She turned the meat in her hand, allowing some juices to drip down to the sand below. “I think back to those times, now and then. When things were so much simpler.â€
Kiht took another bite of her morsel and closed her eyes as if to savor its taste. “Mmm.†She peeked one eye open. “And look at you now. Eating meat. I am so proud.†She grinned again. “I claim credit.â€
"Quite insistent you were about consumption of meat! I cannot say the wisdom was for naught." The paladin sighed as she picked at the last chunk of aldegoat. "I miss the simpler times. I am hoping to return to such suns." She watched from the corner of her eyes as Kanaria joined U’roh and Delial by the fire; Gharen and Osric had strolled off by themselves closer toward the water to hold a private conversation.
"Nostalgia hitting you hard then?†Kiht gave Roen a side eye. “Well, I am not going anywhere. If you wish, I can act ignorant of everything again."
Roen nearly choked on her meat as she snorted. "Nay! I like you just as you are.†The chuckle that rose was quick to fade, as she kept her gaze on the two men by the sea. “But reconnecting with Gharen and helping Khadai seek out what he needs to find... these should be simple things."
"They should be. They can be. I had to work with Gharen when he was The Wolf, now I talk to him, and he is a honey-head by comparison. As for Khadai, treat him like you did me... without the getting captured twice part."
To that, the Keeper was rewarded with a withering look.
"Apologies.†Kiht blinked. “I am still sharp with my words right now. That was mayhaps a bit too sharp. I jest..."
Roen could not hold the look for long, the corner of her lips lifted soon enough. "I shall try my best. I know I worried you so, then." She turned her attention back toward the waves foaming upon the sand. "Is it odd? I have butterflies in my stomach when I anticipate talking to my own brother now. But when speaking to you, or Delial... or Khadai, I have no such hesitation." She glanced to the distant figure of the Au Ra with his fishing pole. "As severe as he is, he makes a unique confidant. Another thing he has in common with you, in truth."
"Odd to me, mayhaps.†Kiht looked puzzled. “Family is important to keepers, and naught to be afraid of. But... you did not always know Gharen was family, and before you went to Coerthas, you both were at odds." She gave Roen a long look. "I assure you he wants to talk to you though."
"That I do not question.†The paladin shifted uneasily. “But his words, and his tone… he recalls nothing. And perhaps that is why it does not weigh on him even in the slightest." Her expression fell slightly as did her gaze. “But I cannot shed those memories as easily as he has. Perhaps I worry that I do not want to return to him those burdens, but I cannot pretend nothing has happened nor that it no longer matters."
Kiht canted her head slightly and there was a look of empathy upon her face. "Talk about one thing at a time. What weighs on you the most? Mayhaps start there."
Roen stared at her, before she quickly shook her head. "I cannot talk about that."
The Keeper stared at her back with slumped shoulders. She did not bother hiding her disappointment. "Very well, mayhaps start with something light. If it would help, I can stand with you."
"You cannot expect me to just bring up the fact that I killed the man that had caused a rift between us?" Roen hissed quietly. "Or that I grieve him still? Or do I mention that while he was not himself, he killed... I do not know how many? I have no idea how would even start such a conversation." The paladin parted her lips as if to continue, then pressed them shut when she saw Gharen and Osric approach the group again. Khadai had also returned, with a hand full of fish on hand.
Kiht too gave them all a glance, her voice now barely above a whisper. Her expression had turned somber. "You have a fair point. I just... believe in openness. The sooner you rid yourself of old burdens, the sooner things can become more simple. But start light this sun. I hear his memories might return, and if they do, the conversation will happen. You both have guilt you have to resolve, and I do not want to see you run off again, or he become a monster again."
"It has been a difficult year," Delial’s words to Osric floated upon the wind and it made Roen pause. "Anyone would age, given that." The Highlander had not made a single effort to join the paladin, but Roen could guess that the she was keeping an eye on everyone.
Osric raised his skewer in salute. "Grimsong, I owe you an apology for ever doubtin' your womanly charms. This is delicious."
When Roen was reassured that the others paid her and Kiht no mind, she continued. "Do not worry for such a thing. I am done running. I will not disappear again without word."
Kiht’s ears lowered. "I will take your word for it then. But just speak with him on a light matter then." The Keeper glanced from the paladin to the group now gathered near the fire.
"I shall.†Roen nodded. “I promise."
"Gratitude.†The Keeper’s gaze was soft, but there was now a teasing curl to her expression. “I will accept your moving an ilm as a victory."
Roen narrowed her eyes in turn, but also with a twinkle of mirth to her gaze. "An ilm." She held up two fingers, a space of just such between them.
Kiht smirked confidently. "All harrowing journeys start with an ilm."
The paladin snorted, a smile rising to her lips. "Wise words. And since I know you do keep tabs on my whereabouts from time to time, I may be in Dravania in the near future. Not alone. I will be helping Khadai in his quest." She glanced at the Au Ra, now seated by the rocks again, quietly conversing with Osric.
Kiht brightened. "Stop by Tailfeather. Nice place. Depending on when you go, I may be closer than you think." She leaned toward the paladin with a mischievous look. "I promise it is not to watch you this time. I have not done that since you left for Coerthas."
“You gave me the time I needed,†Roen nodded in thanks. “And I shall return the favor by keeping in touch this time. Who knows? Perhaps we will run into each other in Dravania if your own path takes you there." She paused then shook her meatless skewer at the Keeper. "And remember your promise. If you need aid that you would send word. We have yet to fight side by side."
"Gratitude, Roen." Kiht’s expression warmed. "I have not forgotten. I may find trouble just to fulfill that promise."
Roen grinned back. "I will be looking forward to it."
"I think we are being watched," Kiht half turned, eyeing Osric and Khadai.
"More like waited on!" Osric hollered back and slid off his perch on the rock next to the Au Ra.
Roen dipped her head as Kanaria and Osric approached Kiht, and the paladin made her way back to the Xaela. She leaned onto the rock that he was seated on. “I heard you have a new supply of fish.â€
Khadai glanced down at her, the ocean winds tossing his long locks over his eyes. "We will be remaining here for another sun or longer in order to allow the fish to dry. They will make substantially useful provisions." He seemed to be regarding her carefully. "Has this… been helpful for you?"
Not having expected such a direct question, Roen chewed on that for a moment. While she had spoken to him about her brother’s illness, she had not exactly discussed her anxiety in reconnecting with Gharen since his return. It surprised her that he had been astute enough to inquire about her in such a way. She glanced over her shoulder toward the beach where Delial and Gharen had taken a spot on the sands to watch the waves. “It has… in some ways.†She inhaled deep of the salty air, and pushed herself off the rock and looked up at the Au Ra.
She smiled at him. “Walk with me.â€
