Visiting the waterfall in Gridania is a good way to meet people in the evening.
A Moonkeeper named Kyrio--pink hair, bright green eyes, curling red marking on forehead. Kind and courteous, he dreams of being a bard someday. He plays the harp well, but still needs to work on his song. He sang a romantic piece about lovers walking the Twelveswood. I wish my time in the Twelveswood had been so pleasant! Last time, I had to be saved from a malboro by a stranger. Kind of romantic, but more horrifying. I don't think I'd ever consider a stroll through the woods after that...
Firae Elric. A Midlander, tall, of dark hair and eyes, modest robe and hat. Someone as awkward as me. He wants to become a powerful black mage someday. Seems harmless enough for now; he didn't have a crazy gleam in his eye. Firae can sing, too. I wonder if I'm the only one in Gridania without some kind of musical talent. That would be ironic. I've never tried singing. ...I can hum?
Another Midlander, a pale and pretty woman named Kiana. Light of hair; I bet it looks almost white in the right lighting. Quiet. She seems like the type of person that listens more than speaks. Has a pretty accent, but I couldn't place it. I wonder where she's from? Hope to meet her again sometime. She seems kind.
I talked with them more than I'd talked at all in the past three days put together. I lost track of time and was late for my lesson. The instructor was cross, but I think it was worth it. The lesson went well, aside from being tardy. They think I might have a talent for Hearing, if I practice diligently. They say that I'm impatient. It's true. Better impatient that sloth-like, I think. Hopefully I'll make more progress soon.
Tomorrow I have to look for a few more jobs around the city. My coin pouch is a little flat; I'm down to 2000g. I'll need it to travel eventually, among a few other things.
A Moonkeeper named Kyrio--pink hair, bright green eyes, curling red marking on forehead. Kind and courteous, he dreams of being a bard someday. He plays the harp well, but still needs to work on his song. He sang a romantic piece about lovers walking the Twelveswood. I wish my time in the Twelveswood had been so pleasant! Last time, I had to be saved from a malboro by a stranger. Kind of romantic, but more horrifying. I don't think I'd ever consider a stroll through the woods after that...
Firae Elric. A Midlander, tall, of dark hair and eyes, modest robe and hat. Someone as awkward as me. He wants to become a powerful black mage someday. Seems harmless enough for now; he didn't have a crazy gleam in his eye. Firae can sing, too. I wonder if I'm the only one in Gridania without some kind of musical talent. That would be ironic. I've never tried singing. ...I can hum?
Another Midlander, a pale and pretty woman named Kiana. Light of hair; I bet it looks almost white in the right lighting. Quiet. She seems like the type of person that listens more than speaks. Has a pretty accent, but I couldn't place it. I wonder where she's from? Hope to meet her again sometime. She seems kind.
I talked with them more than I'd talked at all in the past three days put together. I lost track of time and was late for my lesson. The instructor was cross, but I think it was worth it. The lesson went well, aside from being tardy. They think I might have a talent for Hearing, if I practice diligently. They say that I'm impatient. It's true. Better impatient that sloth-like, I think. Hopefully I'll make more progress soon.
Tomorrow I have to look for a few more jobs around the city. My coin pouch is a little flat; I'm down to 2000g. I'll need it to travel eventually, among a few other things.