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Naunet Naunet Find all posts by this user Visit this user's website Leech of the Aeons Posts:1,749 Joined:Jul 2013 Character:Antimony Linkshell:Hipparion Tribe Server:Balmung Reputation: 108 RE: What We Run From [ooc welcome] | #20 02-11-2014, 04:18 AM (This post was last modified: 02-15-2014, 01:13 AM by Naunet.) ((The following occurs almost immediately after the events in the first post of Mind Over Breakfast.)) *** Ulanan took a chunk out of the day to show Antimony all the marvels of Ul'dah's ridiculous riches. She failed to mention that all the empty lots in the Goblet could be used to build houses for refugees instead of wealthy adventurers, though. But that would not bother a true Ul'dahn. Antimony was not a true Ul'dahn, however, so she would indeed have been bothered by such things. It might even have occurred to her, but she'd been rather quiet this whole walk so far, smiling briefly at Ulanan's explanations. With a distant look, she wondered half to herself, "Airos spoke of saving to buy a house... I wonder if this is the place she imagined." Ulanan shrugged, pointing at a random, meaningless point of space. "I hope so, because this place is much nicer than the city. Look at that waterfall!" she said, actually pointing to it this time. "A house with a window to it would be very nice. Just...not close to it, though. That would be too noisy." “It's all very impressive. Grand. Ul'dah does seem to love their stone walls...” “It keeps the peistes away.” Antimony turned her head to look across the small, likely man-made pond below. "I'm sure she would love it here," she murmured. “Well, it would certainly be one of the safest neighborhoods! Especially now that it's so...empty.” Antimony's ears drooped at some thought and she went quiet, making her way down the stairs of the path they walked. Ulanan tapped her chin. "I wonder if it's legal to plant crops in this place." Antimony blinked, brow furrowing behind her glasses in confusion, and looked down at Ulanan to her left. "What would you do with that..?" “Plant olives, of course!” The lalafell’s white, broad-brimmed hat bobbed with her gesturing. “Then I'd have all the olives I could ever want without having to pay. Though I guess the process of making the oil is a bit cumbersome.” Antimony's ears fidgeted one way and then the other. "I... am not entirely sure what goes into such a thing at all. Wouldn't you need a great deal of space..?" Ulanan turned to the right at a fork in the path, towards an arching tunnel. "Maybe. I don't know. This begs investigation! We need to find an olive farmer." Antimony looked up as they round the corner, wrinkling her brow at the towering walls above them, palm trees peeking out from behind balconies at improbable heights. “I... suppose they must have one. Somewhere.” Ulanan took a sharp turn in subject. "Where did you get those clothes? They do not seem to be your usual style." Antimony's ears flattened in embarrassment. "Ah, well, that... these were... well, my own clothes are rather ruined and--I suppose he meant well and... they were from D'hein," she finished at a bit of a mumble. Ulanan frowned. "He has terrible taste. We'll get you some actual clothes from the Weaver's Guild when we get back." She raised her head up, noticing that she walked into a tunnel. “Oh! They're really not... that bad,” Antimony protested with a wince. “They're comfortable! And I wouldn't want to seem ungrateful…” “Did he give you an entire wardrobe, though?” “An entire...? No! I'd never ask for such a thing.” “Then you'll need more varied clothes. You don't want to wear that every day.” Ulanan's words came out as a true, valid statement that could not be questioned. Antimony couldn’t really argue with that tone, though her ears lay back uncertainly as she continued down the tunnel. “It still feels... strange, this whole... situation.” Ulanan nodded with a weird air of understanding. "Running away does that. But good things come out of it, if the gods are willing!" Antimony frowned at that, unsure whether she should feel offended. “It was not the gods that... brought Airos back, certainly.” “Do not be so sure. You fled to wander, and the gods bless those who lose their way. In your panic, Oschon brought you to your daughter. Or perhaps it was chance, but these are all the same.” Ulanan was about to say something, but and old, male voice came out from a corner. She turned her head towards its source: an old man in the corner. Antimony's tail shivered spastically behind her, and she turned first her ears towards the voice, and then her eyes. Megiddo's dark skin blended well into the shadows he sat within, cast beneath the lanterns lighting the tunnel. The old Duskwight smiled. “... If chance and the gods are one and the same... ah, you... always pick the best times, Megiddo, “ Antimony sighed, ears relaxing just a bit. “Oschon picks the place and Nymeia picks the time,” Megiddo corrected. Antimony pressed her lips together. “Oschon is fond of giving you all the shadowy corners of the world,” Ulanan observed. “I do have some preference. I spent most of my life in tunnels beneath the Shroud. So when I arrived in the goblet, I sought the place most comfortable for me.” Antimony looked away, clasping her hands together and weaving her fingers between one another. Ulanan placed her hands on her hips. "That sounds awful. Why did Oschon bring us to you?" “Why do any people ever come into contact, Ulanan? It is because they have something to say, or to do, or to hear from one another.” Antimony's tail flicked against her legs and, after a moment, she managed in a quiet tone, "It's... good to see you well, Megiddo. What do you need?" “I require nothing,” Megiddo replied. “If you do not appreciate my presence, then you may choose not to suffer it.” Antimony's ears pressed back. "That's--not at all what I meant..! It's only that--well, you implied.. and I thought.. ah." Ulanan chose that moment to intervene, “Maybe it's the tunnel. Lalafell and Sun Seekers are surface dwellers. Let's get out of your featureless cave.” Megiddo hummed, and then braced himself against the wall to stand. "Ever must I walk in places that are unnatural to me. Oschon guides me to them as well, though. I should not lament." Antimony held up both hands, turning to Megiddo, "It's alright, you don't have to--I wouldn't want to put an undue burden on you.. Ah, this tunnel is just fine!" Ulanan remained unconvinced. "Is it?" she asked, then shook her head. "Let's assume it is, then." “Don't be ridiculous. Obviously you were on your way somewhere. Do not pause underground on my account. If I value your presence, then the least I can do is walk a ways.” Megiddo stepped away from the walk, not looking particularly weary on this specific evening. Antimony glanced to Ulanan. "Ah, I... don't think we had a particular..." She sighed. "I was simply trying to clear my head." “That is a particular goal we had! So, Megiddo, tell us where Oschon has sent you since the last time we saw you.” Ulanan gestured to the exit of the tunnel, trying to convey the idea that everyone should start walking towards it. Megiddo hummed, stepping forward to comply with Ulanan's gesture. "I do not pay attention to where I am most times. That is the point of wandering. I believe I walked through Ul'dah several times, although once or twice I was in the Shroud visiting a friend." Antimony ventured a small smile. "That sounds lovely. I hope your friend was well." Ulanan got going. She was so impatient! Antimony blinked and started after Ulanan as the lalafell said, “I assume he must not be a Gridanian. Or maybe an exceptional one.” Megiddo walked patiently, "He was well, thank you. As for if he is Gridanian, no. I have no friends native to that area, for obvious reasons." Antimony frowned. "Yes, well... ah, at least Ul'dah isn't... hm." Ulanan let out an amused chuckle. "Yes, nobody can say anything nice about Ul'dah." “I can say I have more friends here, and that -- although it is hot -- it has many convenient shadows. At the risk of re-cluttering Antimony's head, I hope things have not gone too badly since our last meeting. You look like you are doing better, actually.” Antimony looked down to the cobblestone path beneath her feet, brow still furrowed. "Ah, yes, well... I suppose. There's still..." “Difficulties,” Ulanan finished. At that, Antimony winced, tail shifting uncomfortably. “Life is a long series of difficulties,” Megiddo observed. Antimony simply went quiet and continued walking through the tunnel. After a moment, Ulanan spoke up, “And who's your friend, if you don't mind me asking?” “Simply a man, no different than any other. I have many friends across Eorzea.” Ulanan looked away from the Duskwight. "He sounds very interesting." Antimony blinked, ears tilting. "He does...? How do you..." Her tail shivered then and she hastily added, "Ah, I mean, I'm sure he's wonderful! If he knows you, well..." “You are being polite. It's fine,” Megiddo acknowledged. “I'm curious how Ulanan has been keeping busy. I've begun to imagine that she retires into an enchanted cupboard, most days.” “... I certainly hope you're staying in more than a cupboard!” Antimony gave a worried look to Ulanan. The lalafell frowned and pouted, "Do not get silly ideas only because I'm small! I've been busy making paper constructs, and before that I was busy locating your daughters." She sped up then. The exit was just ahead! Oh, glorious daylight! “... Those do not sound like occupations.” “Your wandering isn't an occupation either,” Ulanan replied. “Oh, it is.” Antimony looked even more worried then. "Ulanan, you really shouldn't... there's no need to waste your time on my troubles--I don't want you to end up... well, homeless! Or.. anything else!" “I was homeless before we even met! But I have family in the city, and they do have homes. So don't worry.” Ulanan smiled up at Antimony. The older woman's ears lay back unhappily. "I would just hate to distract you from... well, everything more important." She blinked, catching on the lalafells words, and then, "... paper constructs?" Megiddo lingered back in the shadows for a moment, watching the daylight and letting his eyes adjust to it. Ulanan nodded and said, "Yes." as if that somehow explained the concept. Antimony hesitated in her steps, caught up in the thought and confusion around paper constructs, then hurried to follow after Ulanan before suddenly stopping and turning to check on Megiddo. “There is a saying,” the Duskwight began, “’Do not trust a homeless person who has much money.’ I suspect it does not apply to Lalafel, though. For who has ever heard of a Lalafel without money?” “... That's a saying? From whom?” “Envious people, clearly,” Ulanan declared as she spent some time standing on her toes and peeking over the railing just outside the tunnel. “I believe it is meant to be a political statement. Ul'dahns have a lot to say about money and station.” With that said, Megiddo finally emerged from the tunnel. Antimony pursed her lips. "I suppose so... It's an unfortunate place." She sighed, looking troubled. "I'm glad Airos doesn't seem to have been... bothered by it." “I have a bigger question, though. Ul'dah is a city built by lalafell. Yet all our architecture seems to be made by extremely tall people.” Ulanan made her point by standing on her toes to look over the railing. “I offer no explanation,” Megiddo shrugged. “Perhaps they wished to be welcome to very large guests. Overestimating the size of Roegadyn.” “Truly, we are a very charitable kind.” Antimony brought one hand up to her mouth to stifle a very inappropriate laugh. Clearing her throat, she added, "Or simply to be intimidating." Ulanan found the railing too tiresome, so she turned around and stopped bothering with it. “I doubt it. Once something gets too big, it is no longer intimidating, and simply ridiculous,” Megiddo shook his head. “Now, how does one clear a head? I'm unfamiliar with the process.” Antimony's ears twitched. "Ah, well. I..." A small shrug. “You distract them with diminutive but decidedly delightful dealings so they can dismiss the dull dealings that dirtied their determination.” “That may be beyond my abilities,” Megiddo admitted. “All of my dealings are dirt, and I'm far too tall to do anything diminutively.” Antimony looked between the two and, after a moment, let out an uneasy, faint chuckle. "It's alright. This walk is... well, the fresh air is nice. Without having to worry about... ah." “I should show you my paper constructs right after we get you a proper wardrobe.” Ulanan's change of subject was swift like the shadow of a dove that had been tied up and catapulted towards a wall. “A paper wardrobe...?” Antimony looked thoroughly confused. “Proper, she said,” Megiddo corrected. “... Ah. Yes. Of... course.” Ulanan burst out laughing. “I belive it being proper means it cannot be paper,” the Duskwight added. Antimony wrung her hands uncomfortably. "You truly don't have to go spending money like that, Ulanan. Paper or... proper." “Paper would be a pain to put on. And I can't let you walk around like this. It's an outrage against proper manners and the basic fashion instincts of mankind.” Ulanan gestured broadly towards Antimony, “Specially the trousers.” “From my point of view, it's an amusing thing to be preoccupied with.” Antimony went a little warm in the face, her tail wrapping itself against one leg. "Ah, well, they're--I mean, they're a bit over-large, but... they're not that bad!" “He could have at least asked for your size. But typical of men, he thought he could take one look at you and guess it,” Ulanan scoffed. “... It was a gift! And--I hardly think he had the... opportunity,” Antimony winced. “I suspect it is rude to ask another person their measurements,” Megiddo commented. “I'm from a cave in the woods and even I know that much.” “Yes, and that's why you don't just give clothes to people. You bring them to the Weaver's Guild with you...why are you standing so far?” Ulanan waved one arm from where she stood several fulms away, at the top of another flight of stairs. Antimony jumped and moved to close the distance between herself and the lalafell. “Why did you walk so far away? I thought we were resting. That tunnel was a very long hill,” Megiddo replied. “Because there are benches down here.” The lalafell gestured to the benches. Megiddo nodded, "I see," and walked on over. Antimony perked up somewhat. “Didn't you have benches on your cave?” Ulanan questioned. “I did not. There's little difference between a bench and the floor once you're down, though. One is just easier to get up from.” Megiddo went straight for a bench and sat himself down. “And aren't you glad we are sitting on the easy to get up from one?” “For now. I learned a while ago to only sit on the ground when I don't intend to get up for a very long time.” Antimony offered a small, brief smile to Megiddo and Ulanan. "And the cleaner one, I imagine." “Ulanan,” Megiddo said after a moment of easing into the bench, “if you can afford an entire wardrobe made by the Weaver's Guild, why are you homeless?” “Are you implying only poor people can wander?” “I encourage all to wander,” the Duskwight acknowledged. “But it is also good to have a home to return to, and I know of few who choose to wander without that behind them. Antimony dipped her head slightly. "Wandering isn't... well, for a long time my own home was constantly on the move." “You must have missed the part where I said I have a family in the city.” Antimony furrowed her brow. "But... you don't like your family." Flinching she added quickly after, "Not that--I mean, I was only assuming based on what you've previously... said.." Ulanan seemed confused. "I don't?" “Do they wear linen cloth?” “What? No! Gods forbid that!” Antimony's ears quirked in different directions. Megiddo's ears did not move. "Would you say any of your family's homes are your homes?" “Home's where the family is.” “Then you are not homeless.” At that, Antimony looked down to her lap, tail wrapping against one leg. “Was that ever in question?” Ulanan seemed to have lost track of the matter at hand. Antimony's mood seemed to have taken a downward turn, but she still said, "It's comforting you do have a place to go, then, Ulanan. I'd worry for you.” Ulanan changed the subject of the conversation once again, "This side of the Goblet is awful. All these cliff faces ruining the view. The other side must be much nicer." Antimony made a distracted sound and glanced at Ulanan sideways. Megiddo spoke then, “Is the head-clearing working?” Antimony was quiet for a moment, ears drooping with whatever thoughts dogged her, and then she turned with a warm if faint smile to Megiddo. "Quite! As clear as.. the... midday sky!" “You are a terrible liar,” Ulanan said with a joking tone. Antimony's eyes widened. "Why would you--no, you both have been very helpful!" Ulanan squinted with suspicion. "Well, what kind of clothes do you like?" “Ah, well...” Grimacing, her ears twisted uncomfortably. "... Clothing clothes? I--really, I can't be picky." Megiddo looked up from where he was staring at the ground, turning to Antimony and saying, "If you don't mind my curiosity, were you successful?" Ulanan didn’t understand the question, so she just raised her brows in complete silence. Antimony shifted her gaze to Megiddo, green eyes blinking rapidly behind her glasses. "Ah...? Successful in... oh." She went quiet at that. “You look well, so I had thought you might be,” Megiddo explained. “But then you seem upset as well. I cannot tell if it's something I can help with or not.” Antimony gained an odd, unsettled expression, breathing a few, short times through her nose, and then managed quietly, "It will just take some time." “I'm afraid we don't need you to stab anyone in the eye with exploding dolls, no.” Ulanan’s tone was bitter for no reason. Antimony winced. "Ulanan..." “Hrm. The statement is very specific. I am guessing the event did not meet with your approval.” The lalafell shrugged, “It's just not he method I'd use, that's all I'm saying.” Antimony ducked her head. "Perhaps, ah... perhaps something else will... work." “We should concentrate on your clothes,” her smaller friend announced. “Unless you don't mind wearing blankets with holes for the limbs and head.” Furrowing her brow, Antimony protested, "They're not blankets..." “I've worn blankets. The difference is vast,” Megiddo concurred. “Then what kind of clothes do you like? Long dresses? Skirts? Trousers? Big hats? Small hats? Pointy hats?” Antimony worried her hands together in her lap. "It... truly doesn't matter, Ulanan. Whichever--ah, whichever doesn't put too much burden on you." Megiddo lookeddown at his lap when he remembered he actually was wearing a blanket. It just rested against his pants, but was Ulanan insulting him? “Mm. Fine, then,” the lalafell huffed. “When would you like to get that done?” Antimony sighed, looking to Megiddo and then skyward, squinting through the glare. "... Alright. I suppose it can't hurt." “It's good to accept your friend's help, even if it is with such a thing as clothing,” the old man added. Her ears shifted back slightly as she glanced towards Megiddo. "Yes, well..." Then with a sigh, she stood. “Specially when you need it,” Ulanan said. “Go on without me,” the Duskwight offered. “I think I'll sit here a time longer. Though, a question, before you go.” Antimony looked to Megiddo with a quiet expression. Ulanan was suspicious but waited for the actual question before doing anything more than raise both brows. “What method would you have used, Ulanan, since you seem to have an opinion on these things.” Antimony's tail flicked, thrown off by the question, and she glanced sideways at Ulanan uncertainly. The lalafell gave Megiddo a thoughtful look. “Olives.” A pause. “...and maybe a well-balanced, non-poisoned breakfast.” Antimony let out a short, quiet chuckle. “Olives. I wise answer, I suppose. Perhaps next time I will try olives.” “You should!” the lalafell nodded, her hat bouncing. “You can't go wrong with them.” Ulanan smiled at Antimony. "Should we get going, then?" The older woman nodded after a moment, then offered a brief smile and a bow of her head to Megiddo before turning to leave with Ulanan. “Fare well.” The Duskwight remained on his bench, looking older by the minute. "Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven." Hipparion Tribe (Sagolii) -  Antimony Jhanhi's Wiki

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