Third Astral Moon, Sixteenth Sun
I already nearly forgot I had you. It's been awhile, you've got quite the lovely coat, though sawdust isn't exactly in season. Actually, I'm finally staying at an inn. Carpentry is pretty lucrative, but not when you have to pay for supplies so I've been out there doing that too. But let's skip the boring details this time shall we?
Eudalie is a cute kit, and it's been quite helpful to have her around. I've never been around anyone willing to heal me so much though admittedly it's a bit strange watching my wounds seal themselves so quickly. Even now I took a moment to flex my fingers and though I know I'd been gashed by a buzzard's talon I've got no idea where or how big it was. Even the pain feels like such a long time ago.Â
More importantly, I should tell you about the bet. Taverns are a good place to meet people, to make the usual bets but the Guild's archery field is a good place to practice and make bets.Â
This Elezen, Jovanzil I think his name was challenged me to hit the farthest target and then to do it again while piercing my own arrow. Of course, I knew I could pull this off, and the first arrow landed near on mark.Â
The second one arched so beautifully as it soared from my bow and carried my pride to victory. The victory of Jovanzil as the damn thing flew off into the brush to plant itself in the bum of who knows what.
Next thing I know I'm arguing with him to prove he could do it, and not only did he land the arrow into my first one but added another to it. Normally people gamble to get money, or earn honor and glory or something but this... this was a foolish game among idiotic men. Or at least I was the idiot.
Have you ever roamed Gridania in nothing but a pair of armored briefs and begging like some poor vagabond, not for gil, but for the hand of any kind soul so that you could be freed from this curse. I know, I'm being dramatic, but you try having people stare at you like you're nuts because you just want them to shake your hand while half naked.Â
After a couple of hours of pleading and knowing I couldn't tell anyone why they had to shake my hand I decided to stumble into the conjurer's guild. Surely these souls, hell bent on saving every soul could help. I'll tell you this, there is nothing like walking into a tree stump to a room full of robed figures while you're down to your skivvies.Â
Luckily, another Mi'qote, one with the kind of eyes that look through you but see nothing. Her name was Blue, and she was even more out of her head than Eudalie. What is with Mi'qote girls who do magic? It's like they trade their marbles for it.Â
This Mi'qote named Blue, with blue hair and eyes like sapphires without any shine looked at me without any sense of humility, though I'm sure I could have dropped my pants and done a ridiculous dance and she'd have been none the wiser to how inappropriate it was.Â
It was a pleasant conversation over all, to be honest I was cold and shivering and just grateful to know I could put clothes on that I forgot most of the conversation. But I thank the girl, giving her a wand I'd carved not long ago that I was proud of. I hope it serves her well, however briefly.Â
I'm not sure I'll make any such ridiculous bets again, at least not soon.
I already nearly forgot I had you. It's been awhile, you've got quite the lovely coat, though sawdust isn't exactly in season. Actually, I'm finally staying at an inn. Carpentry is pretty lucrative, but not when you have to pay for supplies so I've been out there doing that too. But let's skip the boring details this time shall we?
Eudalie is a cute kit, and it's been quite helpful to have her around. I've never been around anyone willing to heal me so much though admittedly it's a bit strange watching my wounds seal themselves so quickly. Even now I took a moment to flex my fingers and though I know I'd been gashed by a buzzard's talon I've got no idea where or how big it was. Even the pain feels like such a long time ago.Â
More importantly, I should tell you about the bet. Taverns are a good place to meet people, to make the usual bets but the Guild's archery field is a good place to practice and make bets.Â
This Elezen, Jovanzil I think his name was challenged me to hit the farthest target and then to do it again while piercing my own arrow. Of course, I knew I could pull this off, and the first arrow landed near on mark.Â
The second one arched so beautifully as it soared from my bow and carried my pride to victory. The victory of Jovanzil as the damn thing flew off into the brush to plant itself in the bum of who knows what.
Next thing I know I'm arguing with him to prove he could do it, and not only did he land the arrow into my first one but added another to it. Normally people gamble to get money, or earn honor and glory or something but this... this was a foolish game among idiotic men. Or at least I was the idiot.
Have you ever roamed Gridania in nothing but a pair of armored briefs and begging like some poor vagabond, not for gil, but for the hand of any kind soul so that you could be freed from this curse. I know, I'm being dramatic, but you try having people stare at you like you're nuts because you just want them to shake your hand while half naked.Â
After a couple of hours of pleading and knowing I couldn't tell anyone why they had to shake my hand I decided to stumble into the conjurer's guild. Surely these souls, hell bent on saving every soul could help. I'll tell you this, there is nothing like walking into a tree stump to a room full of robed figures while you're down to your skivvies.Â
Luckily, another Mi'qote, one with the kind of eyes that look through you but see nothing. Her name was Blue, and she was even more out of her head than Eudalie. What is with Mi'qote girls who do magic? It's like they trade their marbles for it.Â
This Mi'qote named Blue, with blue hair and eyes like sapphires without any shine looked at me without any sense of humility, though I'm sure I could have dropped my pants and done a ridiculous dance and she'd have been none the wiser to how inappropriate it was.Â
It was a pleasant conversation over all, to be honest I was cold and shivering and just grateful to know I could put clothes on that I forgot most of the conversation. But I thank the girl, giving her a wand I'd carved not long ago that I was proud of. I hope it serves her well, however briefly.Â
I'm not sure I'll make any such ridiculous bets again, at least not soon.