[Excerpts] Where Petals Fall [OOC Welcome]

[Shadottie]

(( So, I really love character journals. I adore learning about other sides of characters through them, and I absolutely love writing them. I have a problem with Seitsuda Gladepetal ... He doesn't write journals,  and he is one character that absolutely does not speak everything that's on his mind.  He has a lot more that goes on than I have time to write for during RP sessions, so .. I'm going to do my best to ... try and convey thoughts and feelings through writing out what he does when I'm not RPing.  

 

Honestly, it would be really great if he's ever convinced of writing a journal in future RPs. Here's this in the meantime anyway! Enjoy! OOC comments are welcome, just stick them in brackets/paranthesis, please! Thank you! *U* ))

[Shadottie]

The days felt shorter, yet as often as he would look to the jagged mountainside, the sun took its time sinking behind them.  The nights felt far too long in retrospect, leaving the Au Ra alone with a familiar yet unwelcome acquaintance in anxiety.  Still so much lay anew for him in Ishgard.  He could accept the looks of bemusement or scorn when he stepped out of the private room the Sergeant had accommodated for.  -- Such a kindness that Seitsuda would note to return in full as soon as the moment struck him.  

 

 

Still, as overly cautious as the Au Ra carried himself, he kept that distress hidden behind a scarf, and well.  He couldn't help the looming feeling, a distant memory... The haunting face of an elezen woman cast upon passerby's, and as soon as that fear would set his heart to plummet, he soon found himself realizing... she couldn't possibly be here, or anywhere in Coerthas.  Time was usually kind in that it may heal wounds of old, yet stepping in to the frigid mountains tore that scar anew.  He loathed it.

 

 

At least he held strength in confidence and a distraction that those in his watch would be safe as long as there wasn't a desire to sneak away.  He couldn't grasp a reason for that possibility. His mind was abuzz with thoughts as he loomed in the Forgotten Knight, hovering just off the wall near the fireplace.  An occupied table held his attention, though thinking of his companions as he may-- Sergeant Osric Melkire, Miss Kanara, and ... the Little Spriggan were not there. His thoughts settled on the night before the Sergeant left the Miss and Child in his care.   He tilted his head to look away, the slow-burning embers of the fire catching his gaze.  

 

The worry that dear woman had-- should any of them be "next".  What sort of bond there must be among those in the Dauntless, to carry such a drive to find the others, yet have their hearts be heavy with the fear that their struggles may not be over... Not only would this search be a challenge, but the very possibility of their antagonist not yet done with them. He gave his word, however, to the mysterious miqote so many suns ago now-- he would strike should malice find its way to them.

 

 

Miss Xinkei...  Someone Seitsuda thought an exception, but the time in Ishgard left him to mull over the thoughts.  Was it a selfless act anymore that caused her disappearance?  More and more, it seemed she was she caught with the distress of her comrades.  Timing couldn't be crueler.  More were missing, yet never an opportunity to ask beyond its happening had presented itself to him.  Perhaps misplaced focus caused for that.  Seitsuda frowned, the grip on his crossed arms tightened.  

 

 

The sun sunk as the moon rose. The sun rose as the moon sunk. Over and over, time taunted them.  As Seitsuda kept guard over those left behind, he couldn't possibly fathom what distress Miss Kanaria must be feeling to have the Sergeant be gone this long.  The Au Ra trusted that the man wouldn't be so reckless with the risks in place.   Seitsuda turned his gaze to where private rooms were held.  Surely, he would hear of it if there was news, the man at least had a link pearl.

 

The Au Ra remained hovering near the fire place, thoughts to himself, until he may see the Miss and Child rise for that day's opportunity.

[Shadottie]

((I think when I don't feel like facerolling on a keyboard for wordbarf, I'm going to try drawing little blips of the past that correlate to what goes on in RP! There's so much! This first one's a little old though!))

 

[The Calamity]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Shadottie]

[At Twelve Summers-- A Memory]