Asdrellia sat in her rented room, lost in thought ...
Miss Fae waited outside her door at the behest of Mister Delwyn ...
Where did she see that elezen before ...?
The face came to mind ....
Green markings ...
Ponytails ...
Brown hair ...
Earrings ...
"Ophi! Â I remember!"
She ran to the door, flinging it open and looked to Miss Fae ...
"I remember her now! Â We need to find Mister Delwyn."
A long sigh escaped her lips as she looked upon the shattered remains of her bow. Â It would take nigh upon a week for another custom made one to reach her.
"This Miss Pemberton is more of a pain that I thought."
Carefully putting the remaining pieces into a small trunk in her room, Ophianne Rillemont sat down at her desk and picked up a quill and paper. Â She scribbled out a small missive and rolled it up. Â She did not trust the moogle mail for this, and instead opened her window and let out a shrill call.
Flapping wings proceeded a large bird that perched on the windowsill, steely eyes turning to look at it's master.
"Be a good dear and take this to Garston. Â Quickly now, and I will have a nice feast for you when you return."
The bird replied with a shrill cry and spread it's wings, lifting into the sky.  Ophi watched it for a few minutes until it was nothing more than a speck.
"I shall have to change my plans. Â Let us see about finding more on these ones ... Kayle Delwyn and Desmond Aryll."
Going back over to her trunk, she rifled through some papers until she found the one she wanted. Â It was a slightly ripped flier talking about the Driftwood Coast, found tacked on a board in some lonely tavern.
"Hm ... yes. Â Nothing like a bit of an inside job, is there?"
Miss Fae waited outside her door at the behest of Mister Delwyn ...
Where did she see that elezen before ...?
The face came to mind ....
Green markings ...
Ponytails ...
Brown hair ...
Earrings ...
"Ophi! Â I remember!"
She ran to the door, flinging it open and looked to Miss Fae ...
"I remember her now! Â We need to find Mister Delwyn."
A long sigh escaped her lips as she looked upon the shattered remains of her bow. Â It would take nigh upon a week for another custom made one to reach her.
"This Miss Pemberton is more of a pain that I thought."
Carefully putting the remaining pieces into a small trunk in her room, Ophianne Rillemont sat down at her desk and picked up a quill and paper. Â She scribbled out a small missive and rolled it up. Â She did not trust the moogle mail for this, and instead opened her window and let out a shrill call.
Flapping wings proceeded a large bird that perched on the windowsill, steely eyes turning to look at it's master.
"Be a good dear and take this to Garston. Â Quickly now, and I will have a nice feast for you when you return."
The bird replied with a shrill cry and spread it's wings, lifting into the sky.  Ophi watched it for a few minutes until it was nothing more than a speck.
"I shall have to change my plans. Â Let us see about finding more on these ones ... Kayle Delwyn and Desmond Aryll."
Going back over to her trunk, she rifled through some papers until she found the one she wanted. Â It was a slightly ripped flier talking about the Driftwood Coast, found tacked on a board in some lonely tavern.
"Hm ... yes. Â Nothing like a bit of an inside job, is there?"
