Celebration of the Builder

[Jancis]

[align=center]The sky was a brilliant blue that sun at Camp Tranquil. The bridges up to the elevated outpost were singing as the pilgrims arrived, footsteps across the wood in a steady pace. Happy voices and greetings arose as people met again between their busy lives and hardships. While the white-clad guards had to chip in and pat some anxious pilgrims, the overall demeanor was cheerful.[/align]

 

[align=center]Jancis Milburga holds up a hand bell, ringing it in the air. "Welcome! Welcome everyone!"[/align]

 

[align=center]"Welcome Pilgrims! I am beyond honored to welcome you here on behalf of all those who follow the Builder."[/align]

 

[align=center]"O-oh, we're headin' out soon." Chachanji his notes one last nervous look over before stuffing them into one of his pouches. Asmodean, hearing the bell, drops to a knee and picks up the unicolt and hold it in his arms almost like babe. "Can't let you get stuck in the bog now can I?" He said in a half joking tone.[/align]

 

[align=center]"As with every sun, we build. We work hard and put our effort into making our lives better. Be it making a sword, making a meal, clothing. Even in restful suns the things we create improve on life."[/align]

 

 

[align=center]"So as we finish this pilgrimage think about those who have built on your life, the accomplishments you are working on. The people and things you have shaped and built and put a lot of effort into."[/align]

 

[align=center]Jancis Keeps her voice raised, "So let us finish our pilgrimage to Byregot's stone!" She raises up her hand, ringing the hand bell and signaling the start of the pilgrimage.[/align]

 

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[align=center]"All life demands struggle. Those who have everything given to them become lazy, selfish, and insensitive to the real values of life. The very striving and hard work that we so constantly try to avoid is the major building block in the person we are today."[/align]

 

 

[align=center]"We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us."[/align]

 

 

[align=center]"If opportunity does not knock, build a door."[/align]

 

 

[align=center]"It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men."[/align]

 

 

[align=center]"Be true to yourself. Make each day a masterpiece. Help others. Drink deeply from good books. Make friendship a fine art. Build a shelter against a rainy day."[/align]

[align=center]Cliodhna wrinkles her nose at the squishy ground.[/align]

 

[align=center]Jancis comes up to the stone, beckoning everyone to gather and sit. Blankets are unfurled and put down. Near the stone a blank canvas is set up. Drummers sit close to the group and keep a strong beat thrumming in the background. "Please, make yourselves comfortable pilgrims."[/align]

 

[align=center]Despite the swampy surroundings, the patches of grass and dry spots quickly had groups clustered together to sit on. The bells happy chiming faded out as everyone settled. The pilgrimage completed, the celebration to Byregot was about to begin![/align]

 

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[Jancis]

[align=center]"I would like to ask Sir Gegenji to come forward and share his thoughts and feelings on the Builder now."[/align]

 

[align=center]"M-me? F-first!? A-ah... um..." Chachanji Gegenji hurriedly gets up and dusts himself off. Jancis aside, "Sir Gegenji, everyone."[/align]

 

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[align=center]Chachanji fidgeted nervously as he waited for the murmur of the crowd to quiet down. He had attended and even helped with several other pilgrimages, but this was the first time he'd been called upon to actually speak in front of the amassed crowd beyond that one brief moment at the Mr. Eorzea competition. The whole situation was still rather daunting, even with Mr. Franz's words of advice in his mind, and he glanced away and swallowed hard before finally starting to speak in his own, unique way.[/align]

 

[align=center]"As... as some'a ya may know... I'm... err... I'm from Doma." He paused, scratching at his cheek idly with a gloved finger. "'n-n so our culture is a bit... dif'rent. We dun have th' twelve, we have th' spirits 'n th' ancestors we seek aid from. Learnin' 'bout th' Twelve through Ms. Jancis' pilly grammages has been real interestin', hearin' 'bout each one 'n what they do."[/align]

 

[align=center]"Outta all'a 'em, though, I'd have ta say I likeByregot th' bestest. I-I mean... all th' others're interestin' too - 'n there ain't nothin' wrong wit likin' 'em - but there's somethin'... I dunno... PERSONAL with Byregot. Like I can get 'im th' mostest since I'm a smith, 'n know what it's like ta put hammer ta steel'n make somethin'. I wanted ta do somethin' right fer 'im... 'n fer Ms. Jancis... so I thought long'n hard - 'nasked a lotta frands - about what I should say... "[/align]

 

[align=center]Chachanji hesitates a moment. " 'n-n this is what I've come up wit..."[/align]

 

[align=center]Chachanji fiddles about in one of his pouches, pulling out what looks like an unfinished earring - or at least what one could call in the vaguest sense -seemingly wrought out of iron. "I like ta make things... fer people. I know that sounds dumb 'n obvious b-but... I mean what I make is not jus' made fer its purpose, but fer that pertic'lar person. I could forge any ol' sword, but I'd rather it be -someone's- sword... weighted'n balanced'n styled ta fit that pertic'lar person."[/align]

 

[align=center]"By makin' somethin' fer someone... I feel like I'm there halpin' 'em jus' a lil' bit when they have it - when they use it. Even if'n I'm not there in person, I'm still halpin' ta deflect those blows wit tempered plates or beat down th' bad guy wit folded steel. I-it feels odd sayin' that, since I wonder if'n... well... if'n it makes any sense, but... it's also why I think I like Byregot th' bestest. I think he'd unnerstand, bein' th' Builder 'n all."[/align]

 

[align=center]He kicks at a couple loose pebbles awkwardly and tucks the earring away with a modicum of embarrassment before continuing. "That's what craftin'... 'n ta a degree Byregot 'imself... stands fer me, y'know? Makin' somethin' ta halp others - 'n-n it don't even need ta be weapons 'n armor like I make neither! Earring 'n jewelry ta halp show th' beauty in that frand'a yers, a potion ta perk 'em up when they're not feelin' well, even a home-cooked meal ta keep their tummies full 'n happy!"[/align]

 

[align=center]Chachanji scratches at the evergreen mass of floof that crowns his head, as if trying to dig the words out of his head manually. "Each one is like... I dunno, I piece'a us... given freely ta another, ta halp 'em out. Or somethin' like that... I ain't too good wit th' fancy words but... I can get behind any God or spirit that's fer doin' that. 'n... it's why I think I do what I do. I want ta halp 'n protect people, but I know I can't never be ev'rywhere 'n do ev'rything all by meself."[/align]

 

[align=center]Chachanji looks up across the crowd, scanning for familiar faces, a timid smile touching his freckled features. "But... I can use what talents I have 'n make somethin'... that can halp 'n protect in me place, y'know?"  He fidgets with one of his gloves for a moment, and then hurriedly makes his way out of the spotlight - as if suddenly remembering there was a huge crowd spread out before him. If one were close enough, they might be able to notice the embarrassed flush on his cheeks.[/align]

 

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[align=center]John offers a small smile, tainted a little with sadness at Chachanji.  He goes back to taking pictures of the event as people cheer and clap. [/align]

 

[align=center]"Thank you Sir Gegenji!" "U-um... it... it weren't nothin', Ms. Jancis..."[/align]

[Jancis]

[align=center]"Master Vann? Could we trouble you to impart some words on your experiences? We would be honored to see a glimpse into that mind of yours."[/align]

 

 

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[align=center]"Of course." Otto Vann would find his way up to the ‘stage’, clearing his throat with a gloved hand to his mouth as he turned to face the crowd and addressing them fully, speaking with his hands as much as his words while he began. “Good evening.  I’m Otto Vann.  Self-acclaimed Master Goldsmith and Weaver of Ul’Dah, and ever intrepid entrepreneur.”  He’d tsk once as he went past his preamble and into the main speech he had thought of.[/align]

 

[align=center]"I actually have something similar to say as compared to Chachan, but from a slightly different perspective.  Forgive me everyone if you hear the same lesson twice."[/align]

 

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[align=center]“I suppose, we should get right to it.  Byregot was and is a smith by trade and to me, there are a lot of implications that come with that.  We all know that his symbol is a Hand, and if you were to ask most honest crafters and artisans, we beseech his Blessing in our own work with our hands.  Though I personally am not one to call myself much of a blacksmith.  A lot here know that I have passionately pursued the art of working with precious metals instead as well as fabrics.”[/align]

 

[align=center]“And that’s the point.  More than a few people get wrapped up in the notion that if they aren’t rigidly aligned with the ideals of Byregot, and that if they aren’t a Smith by trade they will fail to find his favor. “  Otto shook his head, “No.  No, what really matters is taking pride in your art.  Because the act of crafting with your hands, /is/ art.”[/align]

 

[align=center]“Much like how Byregot took real pride in his efforts when he learned from Thaliak, the first step for anyone aspiring to become an Artisan much like myself or ,ah Chachan here, is to take true pride in your work, your art.  Simply hammering away at an anvil will do no one any good.”[/align]

 

[align=center]"I can assure you that if you do, the Blessing will follow.  Not everyone needs to find fame and fortune, just the desire to improve their world with their arts.  I don’t need money anymore, I don’t need recognition anymore yet I still do my work.  That’s actually what keeps me going most of all, the unending need to improve the world around me.  I still create new clothing designs and jewelry because I enjoy trying to improve the world and how it looks.”[/align]

 

[align=center]“I love sharing the Blessing I have, and yes I get paid to do that usually, but that’s more of a perk than the main reason.  That’s what motivates me to strive towards a closeness with Byregot and his ideals of the Hand.  Letting him work through me and what I envision. “[/align]

 

[align=center]Chachanji flushes a little at all the references to him, waving away any glances in his direction.[/align]

 

[align=center]“A lot of people have come to me in the past, seeking to be trained by me due to the reputation I have gained over my time in business.   One, I feel for them, I doubt they are ready for that sort of disappointment.  Two, they always expect for me to just guide their hand, and show them a manual and that will be all it takes with practice.  That isn’t how blessed art comes about.  It’s not even just a matter of ‘practice more’.  Believe in your work, and it will come about.”[/align]

 

[align=center]Otto bows. "Thank you."[/align]

 

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[Jancis]

[align=center]Jancis beams then walks up next to Tausenadel Geispyrsyn and reaches up, patting his sleeve. "Do you feel inspired?" John takes a picture of Jancis and Tasenadel.[/align]

[align=center]"I always am at these ev'nts, lass." "Mayhaps inspired enough to, ah, share one of your stories?"[/align]

[align=center]Tausenadel grins wide, nodding once. "Aye, that I can do!" Tau rotates an arm and stretches as he clambers onto "The Speaking Rock". "Tausen, everyone!" The roedagyn gives a jaunty salute to the crowd.[/align]

 

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[align=center]A long 'while 'go, I knew a lass who wanted to be a smith. She had a dream to learn from the greatest smiths that ev'r lived.[/align]

 

[align=center]Lass was barely fourteen cycles an' had the stubborness o' youth but she wasn't talkin' out her arse. She had a talent, any'un could see. She'd work the whole day without comin' up for air an' complain 'bout not havin' 'nough time for practice. Thing is, most o' those smiths are dead. So I made a point o' checkin' in on her whenev'r we were in port, see how she was comin' 'long.[/align]

 

[align=center]'un time when we came back, I found that she'd rented a real shite spot down in Fisherman's Bottom for a smithy, her own space. I went down to congratulate her but there...wasn't much inside. A single anvil an' her tools, lots o' dusty wasted space. Doesn't matt'r how good yer work is, no'un's comin' all the way down there to buy from this rathole. I told her as such, 'cause I was young an' a bit o' an arse at the time.[/align]

 

[align=center]She looked at me, smile as wide as the horizon an' shrugged. "I know what I'm doin'," she said, nodding knowingly. "I'm goin' to meet the smiths an' learn from the best. Ye'll see, ya green-tinted rolanb'rry." The slight 'gainst me honor was secondary to her revealed plan. Meet the smiths? The dead'uns? I pressed on that, conc'rn twitchin' at me brow.[/align]

 

[align=center]She held up her hands for silence an' raised her hammer. Bringing it down in a steady swing, the metal rang out like a bell, echoing in the small room. Her face became rapturous, lookin' at me expectantly. I could only spread me hands in confusion and she scoffed haughtily. "Only a smith can hear Him."[/align]

 

[align=center]"Hear who, lass?" "Byregot, ye daft blight'r! Who else?" Now, I've spoken at a few o' these pilgrimages, I ain't 'gainst the Twelve. But hearin' her talk like that...not usually a good sign. She waved off my off'r o' help, though. "I'll be fine. Come back next time an' ye'll see I'm the best there is!" So I left, promisin' to return.[/align]

 

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[align=center]It was moons a'fore I could get back to Limsa an' while at sea I'd picked up a bit o' the hamm'r. Mostly to make rivets an' the like but I'd made a skillet or two I was sort o' proud o'. I was eag'r to see the lass 'gain an' tell her o' me new skills. But her door was barred, no sign out front. I peeked into the Fish'r's Guild, askin' iffin' they knew what had happened. A lalafell in a giant hat nodded up from spooling his line.[/align]

 

[align=center]"That guppy hit the big time, lad! She sat in there for weeks just bangin' that hamm'r at all hours, talkin' aloud to folks I nev'r saw go in or out. Far as I know, she nev'r had a single custom'r until jus' a half-moon ago. Some posh hyur lad sauntered in an' paid her more gil than I ev'r seen for some sword she'd made. She was the talk o' the town right aft'r that!" Thankin' the lad, I went back to her old place.[/align]

 

[align=center]Lookin' in the windows, I spied somethin' off. That same anvil was in the cent'r o' the room, the same I saw her use a'fore. Somethin' was atop it, a parchment. Thinkin' for a moment an' bein' a lad who was raised in the same room as forty oth'r folks, I didn't think twice o' forcin' the door a bit an' steppin' inside. I was right, there was a pap'r weighed down on the anvil.[/align]

 

[align=center]"Tau, iffin' ye ev'r find this, I saw them. The smiths! They came jus' like He told me they would. I'm off to learn ev'n more, thank ye for yer friendship an' I'm sure I'll see ye 'gain someday. PS: Try the anvil 'gain!" It's true, she'd said 'only smith's can hear him' but...I can give it a shot. I'd fixed a chain link, I was jus' as much a smith as any'un! Fishin' me hamm'r from me pouch, I raised it high and gave a hearty slam.[/align]

 

[align=center]I jerked me head 'round, no'un else was in the room. The clang was echoin' still, jus' as I recalled. But I was sure I'd heard a voice. Was that..? I tried it 'gain. Nothin'. Starin' at the anvil, I consid'red my friend. She believed that by practicin' an' workin' hard, she'd learn the secrets o' those that came a'fore her. Had she...somehow met them as well? I ain't sayin' I know the answ'r. Hells, I still haven't found her since.[/align]

 

[align=center]The Twelve work in odd-arse ways an' Byregot Himself rewards hard work an' plannin'. Seein' things through. I'd like to think he showed the lass her dream, let those He'd taken into His embrace share their secrets, ev'n jus' for a night. Let the riddle o' steel pass down to anoth'r gen'ration.[/align]

 

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[align=center]'cause iffin' that ain't what happened, I'd spent moons meetin' a lunatic who was speakin' to anvils. Thank ye all for lis'nin'![/align]

[Jancis]

[align=center]"I am very honored to introduce Master Bharfyst, who is going to share a story and more with us. The stage is yours, Lord."

 

Bharfyst Elilstyrmsyn nods in acknowledgement and stands. He makes his way up to the rock, his steps heavy against the rock.[/align]

 

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Oi y'lot. I ain't one much for tellin' stories or singin' songs, so I hope you'll bear with me here.

 

What I am is just a workin' stiff. One what just works with his hands. It ain't much, I admit, but I do what I can.

 

Now before I get to singin' this one, I have a bit of a story to tell about how I learned it. I caught a bit o' work on the docks of Aleport an' there I met an' old salt, half blind an' workin' his fingers to th'bone on a sail. This man was a weaver, but he weren't no type like Redolent Rose or Yellow Moon.

 

No, this fellow made his trade buildin' sails, nets, an' those gas bags for th'airships. This fellow said t'me, "boy, I know th'type o' sucker you are. We can smell our own. Now me, I worked m'whole life doin' Byregot's work. Never wanted more than what I could pay for with th'sweat o' m'brow. I raised a family on that ethic."

 

He said, "A wife, three kids, all fed on my own blood sweat an' tears. Now, I'm proud of all that, to be sure. Don't change the fact I'm an idiot. Who'd live like me if they had the choice? S'why my kids went off t'fight the wars, I suppose.

 

Saw m'life, thought they could do better. Ended up buryin' two of 'em. I ain't ever been much myself, son, but I know this. Whatever m'failin's have been... I'll live on in every sail that guides a ship home. That's what Byregot promises.

 

No grand paradise. Just humble, everlastin' perfection."

 

An' then he worked his sail an' sang this song.

 

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♪ Come all of you workers who toil night and day! By hand and by brain to earn your pay! Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread! Have bled for your countries and counted your dead! ♪

 

♪ In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines we've often been told to keep up with the times! For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job and with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed! ♪

 

♪ But when the sky darkens and the prospect is war who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore? And expected to die for the land of our birth when we've never owned one handful of earth? ♪

 

♪ We're the first ones to starve the first ones to die! The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky! And always the last when the cream is shared out for the worker is working when the fat cat's about! ♪

 

♪ All of these things the worker has done, from tilling the fields to carrying the gun! We've been yoked to the plough since time first began and always expected to carry the can! ♪

 

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[Jancis]

[align=center]"And now, to send us off from our celebration, Lady Ciel has a story to share with us all."[/align]

 

[align=center]Ciel Sauveterre motions in welcome. "'Tis good to see you all again, and hello to those joining us if this happens to be your first Celebration. "[/align]

 

[align=center]"In the spirit of the celebration, I thought it meet to first mention just how much of a -challenge- it was to come up with something this time around.  Whether song or tale, I've spent the past moon or so trying to cobble together something proper for the occasion. What I found myself with were bits and pieces of ideas, and scarce enough glue and twine to stick them all together into something cohesive. "[/align]

 

[align=center]"In the end, here we are with a tale which may appeal to some for its familiarity, and which may yet bring a dawning of inspiration to others who most need to hear it."[/align]

 

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[align=center]"Now, this tale is best told with some audience participation.  Might there be a gentleman present who wouldn't mind playing the role of the story's hero? Come now, don't be shy..." Ciel looks around.[/align]

 

[align=center]Cyneler waves. Koporo raised his hand...Erm sword. Edda holds up Chuchukepa's arm. Ciel beckons to Cyneler.[/align]

 

[align=center]"Ladies and gentlemen, the hero of our tale, Ser Cumference!"[/align]

 

[align=center]"Herloix Cumference was a man who had spent most of his youth living in privelege, and sparing hardly a concern for those among the poor.  He had practically been born with a mythrite spoon in his mouth, and he would put up a tremendous fuss if it seemed anyone had any ideas of taking it out. "[/align]

 

[align=center]As with many young men of Ishgard, Herloix had aspirations of becoming a knight and began his training toward knighthood in the usual ways.  His tests involved fortitude of mind, body, and will, as well as in his devotion to the Fury.  Time and again, he proved himself, but his knighthood was finally won in felling a dragon which tried to devour the lord of his House.[/align]

 

[align=center]Ciel asks "How big was it?" Cyneler looks stumped, waving wildly in various sizes... Ciel makes a straight face at Cyneler. "...Oh my, that -is- impressive."[/align]

 

[align=center]"Anyroad... Herloix's life only got better from there.  Not only did he get to distinguish himself amongst his peers, but he quickly thereafter proposed to his sweetheart of many years, Cevilia, and within another year or two later they were bound and brought their first child into the world.  He was happy, and found himself wanting for nothing."[/align]

 

[align=center]"Alas, Ser Cumference was oblivious to one thing working against him.  For as long as he knew his beloved, never once was it mentioned that she had someone else - an inquisitor - who had been jealously pursuing her as a rival for her heart, and this fellow took it none too well when his intended lass accepted her life with Herloix."[/align]

 

[align=center]"The inquisitor bided his time, planning in the shadows, and eventually brought charges of heresy against Cevilia. Tragically, this ended up costing her her life, and Herloix his knighthood and all of his fortunes.  Seemingly in an instant, the life he knew had been utterly destroyed, but he was allowed to keep breathing and deal with the consequences." Cyneler slumped, collapsing to his knees, he head bowing even further.[/align]

 

[align=center]"Having nothing left but his his infant son and the clothes on his back, Herloix slipped away from Ishgard late one night during a raging storm, certain that no one would bother going to look for them.  He sought shelter among the caves until the worst of the storm passed, and then continued to pluck his way south until the then green, rolling slopes of Coerthas vanished from view."[/align]

 

[align=center]"He wandered for suns, hitching rides with merchant caravans when he could and doing some spare work for them until they reached a small fishing village.  With no idea as to where he and his son would go next, only that he still wished to put more room between himself and his former home, he boarded the first available sail ship and departed for the Vylbrand.  Several suns more passed, and much of that time was spent surrounded by naught but shore-less sea as he again worked to earn his passage."[/align]

 

[align=center]The man wandered the stone 'stage' above the pilgrims, looking around as he plodded.[/align]

 

[align=center]"Herloix and his son eventually disembarked upon the shores of a young city with white stone walls gleaming in the light of day, and he spent the last of his earned gil keeping his son fed.  Limsa Lominsa was such a change from what he had always known, the people were free to live and believe as they please, and they were not afraid to embrace a life outside of the watchful eye of the Fury's servants.  There were abundant opportunities to be had, but for someone who had started life in a high place, Herloix had no idea where to even begin."[/align]

 

[align=center]"Still with his son clutched and dozing against his chest, the once knight wandered into a busy tavern and sat down.  He listened and watched as other patrons boasted of treasures they found, or lucrative orders they've fulfilled through their guilds.   He met another man at the bar, his clothing sweat and soot-stained from a long day's work at the anvil, and he asked Herloix what his story was.  In the end the other man shrugged and placed a well-worn hammer on the counter in front of Herloix."[/align]

 

[align=center]"You know the best part about being any sort of artisan?  I've seen people turn shattered bits of broken glass and turn then into colorful mosaics and murals.  Sounds like you had a solid life once," said the man with neither a smile nor a sigh of sympathy.  "And you have but shattered pieces left.  It's not enough to be -given- a life of ease simply by birthright, that sort of life is meaningless in the end. You already have everything you need, friend. Pick up those pieces, pick up that hammer, and follow me."[/align]

 

[align=center]"Herloix, even though he had no trade skills and sensing he had no other options, did as the smith bid him to do and followed him to the workshop.  The smith cast a hand about the room, a place lit mostly by the glowing embers of fire and coal.  "We've just begun work toward one of the city's grandest fleet ships, and we need all the help we can get. If you're willing to work and work hard, I'll teach you everything you need to know, in the meantime you and your son will have a place to sleep and three square meals a day."[/align]

 

[align=center]Cyneler practically grovels, nodding fervently in agreement.[/align]

 

[align=center]"All at once, the weight of hopelessness lifted away from Herloix's shoulders.  He looked to his son, and then to the hammer etched with the sigil of Byregot clutched in his other hand, and he knew in that moment that everything would be alright.  Byregot, he realized, was not just the god of artisans and crafters but he would also be the hand which would help to put the shattered pieces of his life back together into something even more beautiful."[/align]

 

[align=center]"And thus did the life of Ser Cumference come full circle." Ciel and Cyneler bows.[/align]

 

[align=center]"Thank you for being such a great sport, sweetling." Cyneler blushes with embarrassment as Ciel claps for him.[/align]

 

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[Jancis]

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[align=center]"Feeling close to the Scholar, I have a great reverence towards Byregot. In the pursuit of knowledge, experiencing it for wisdom, applying it for building. It is the physical of all we have accomplished."

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[align=center]"Look around and at yourself. The clothes you are wearing, the shoes. How well balanced weapons are. How nurturing food is. All of that, regardless of its size, is an amazing creation. Would be remiss to not feel some pride; feel the mark you leave on yourself and others."[/align]

 

[align=center]Jancis stands back and waves at the blank canvas that has been posted up by the stone. "We all start out as a canvas like this, life is a painting that does not erase or end. You continue to paint upon it; others do. And each day you add a bit to it shall make it all the more potent and meaningful to your own or another's."[/align]

 

[align=center]Jancis takes one of the brushes by the canvas and carefully draws the symbol of Byregot on the middle of it. It is simple and not perfect, but the black stands out in stark contrast on the white cloth. Standing back, she looks at it for a moment and brings out some other colors and brushes.[/align]

 

[align=center]"I would like to thank very much the guards who have kept vigil over us during our celebration. To everyone who shared words and stories and even songs this day."

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[align=center]"I welcome you all to leave your own mark here this night, and either write or paint something upon this canvas on what you are building in your own lives. What you work on. What you work towards."

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Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods, "I will come... and now, I want to add some color to the canvas up there. Come with me?"

Aiouxdaux Beaumont glances back, then nods and dips his fingers in the red paint and smears it across the canvas. A mass of red which, after some smearing, comes to look like wives of the ocean, and a small half circle upon the horizon. All in shades of red and white, "...mm, there. Fitting?"

 

Asmodean Gaidin looks at the canvas before looking back down at the now sleeping unicolt in his arm. " I'll have to wait for you wake.... or find someone to hold you it seems." He said quietly before looking about.

Asmodean Gaidin walks closer to the stone before dropping to knee to place the tiny colt on the ground. He then removed a glove and dipped a finger tip into the black paint before slowly drawing out a heron. HE looks at it for a while before nodding, thinking it was a fair match to the symbol he was thinking of.

 

Barengar Armsbreaker slowly pushes himself to his feet, turning his attention to the canvas with a thoughtful expression.

Barengar Armsbreaker stood at the rear of those gathered before the canvas, painting their contributions. He was not even quite certain why he was considering adding something himself, yet here he was.

Barengar Armsbreaker took in a full breath before grunting and simply stepping toward the canvas and taking a brush of blue paint.

Barengar Armsbreaker was far from an accomplished artist , but he would put forth his best effort into the task. As he did with everything he chose to do. He took his time and, by the time he was finished, the was one woad-blue shark painted upon the canvas. Though to some it might appear to be a simple fish, it was enough for the Ala Mhigan as he gave a firm nod and took a step back; brush discarded.

Barengar Armsbreaker glances over his shoulder and then around the area of the large stone before backing himself up toward the edge, quietly watching those that arrived to paint upon the communal canvas.

 

Blake Forester picks up a brush with dalamud red paint added to it. He then finds an empty enough space to start his drawing. He is careful with each stroke, deliberately planning out a rather elaborate chunk of artwork. What is produced is al khan khee, an endless walk or hammer. A seemingly endless knot.  (( http://i.imgur.com/nalnSYn.png )) Blake took a step back and stared up at the work.

Blake Forester looks up to the painting and then back down to Jadoth. "We aren't much without our dreams I suppose. The idea of maybe someday, you know?"

 

Chachanji Gegenji timidly approaches as the pilgrims turn their attentions on each other. "S-so... we should draw somethin' here then?"

Chachanji Gegenji takes the brush and looks at the canvas, finally drawing what is likely supposed to be a shield of some sort in the bottom right corner. It was about the highest he could reach.

Chachanji Gegenji: "I... I wonder how many folkses are gonna draw somethin' on th' canvas..."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I'm better at makin' a shield than drawin' one..."

 

Cliodhna Eoghan Glances over at the canvas

Cliodhna Eoghan Brushes her fingers lightly on Erik's arm before leaving. "I'm going to paint something a moment....Be right back."

Cliodhna Eoghan Kneels down and picks a rolanberry colored paint, gaze fixated on the canvas; teeth worrying her bottom lip in thought. After a long pause she paints what looks like two different sized hands. the first one with smaller, cubby fingers. the latter one bearing slender fingers and long nails. Sighing quietly; she dusts the dirt from her knees and stands.

Cliodhna Eoghan Motions to the paints and brushes. "Let me scoot out of the way then." Grins again

 

Jancis Milburga: "Please feel free to grab a brush and add your own mark. Are plenty of paints and colors."

 

Edda Eglantine frowns at the painting, as if it offended her.

Edda Eglantine: "No," Edda says slowly, and looks back to the canvas. "I have been busy with other things." She picks up a brush, suddenly inspired, but hesitates.

Edda Eglantine sideyes Franz. "You are not." She looks back to the canvas and dips her brush in a gentle pink, and begins to paint a tiny briar rose at the bottom center of the canvas. It is remarkably life-like and practiced, that at a distance it might almost seem real. Finished, she sets the brush down and takes a step back.

 

Erik Mynhier draws two interlocked rings with a bell below them.

Erik Mynhier: Most of my goals are met, but I painted a sign that hopes for a smooth wedding.

 

Fiona Cooper dips in her pocket and takes something, popping it in her mouth as she watches people paint.

 

Franz Renatus stares at the canvas from a distance

Franz Renatus quietly hums to himself, debating if he wants to add anything to the canvas.

Franz Renatus walks up to the canvas

Franz Renatus motions to the canvas. "Draw or paint what you like. I'll not be a bother." He takes a few steps away.

Franz Renatus looks around for a brush and some red paint, walking over to the canvas.

Franz Renatus takes hold of the brush carefully, painting the face of a young-looking girl. It's no masterpiece by any means, but the features are easy enough to see.

Franz Renatus carefully returns the paint and brush to where they were previously, after finishing.

 

Gareth Evershield clambers his way up the rock, slowly awaiting a turn to paint upon the canvas.

Gareth Evershield moves forward, kneeling down to take up a red brush. He sets his tongue in his cheek as he slowly paints what appears to be a shield, drawing a line down the middle of it. He had thought to draw the Red Wings symbol elsewhere, but his Paladin insignia already looked bad enough. He grins, shaking his head and standing once more.

Gareth Evershield 's shoulders sag as he lets out a stressed breath, sitting down beside the canvas for a moment.

 

Jadoth Bloodreign grabs a brush, dunking it into some metal-gray paint. He draws a sword on the canvas - one that resembles the sword tied to his belt.

 

Jana Ridah: How do I draw amends?

Jana Ridah: I think I know what to draw.

Jana Ridah picks a small corner and randomly grabs a blue brush, drawing a circle with a stick coming out of it.

 

J'azhar Tia lurches forward, scrambling to his feet and wends his way quickly towards the canvas as quickly as he can manage without tripping over the other pilgrims. When he gets there, however, he hesitates - before bypassing the brushes entirely, and dipping his fingers into a pot of vivid yellow paint. A bold smear upon the canvas - a circle, like in Ciel's story, bright and warm. Azeyma. The sun. And then, fingers still dripping yellow, he whirls away into the crowd once more.

J'azhar Tia grins in return - and then entirely as though expecting Aioux to submit, reaches up to paint two sun-shine yellow streaks across his cheeks, one below each eye. Then, satisfied with his handiwork, he does the same to his own cheeks.

 

Jancis Milburga: "There is still room on the canvas up here by the stone. Looks like the crowd has moved on. Lots of paints must needs use them up."

 

John Waterstrike there doesn't seem to be much emotion to the clap that John gives.  There was so much that he had to work on building...or rebuilding in the case of his and Howl's friendship.  He brought his camera up so that he can get pictures of those painting symbols.

John Waterstrike moves up on the stone but out of the way so that others can reach the canvas and give himself time to work on what he wish to paint on it...if there might be room once everyone was done.

John Waterstrike moves over to the canvas, taking one of the brushes.  He takes a moment and draws the symbol for physick.  He place the brush back and wonders if that is enough.

 

Kepolo Kana examines the canvas thoughtfully, humming softly to herself as she thinks.

Kepolo Kana picks up a brush and dips it into a pot of lavender paint, looking at the canvas she thinks about what to draw. Raising her hand up she taps the brush against her chin, leaving a purplish smear.

Kepolo Kana steps up to the canvas and draws a picture of a lavender colored carbuncle reading a blue book. Grinning she puts the blue and lavender brushes back and itches her nose, adding a blue streak to her face.

Kepolo Kana: "Are you going to draw on the canvas too?"

Kepolo Kana gestures behind her at the large canvas. "The canvas! I drew a carbuncle." She grins at the dark skinned man.

 

Koporo Aporo "...I might have an idear..." He waddled off to the canvas, picking up the brush.

Koporo Aporo "Ya...Kinda corny, but I like it." He points to the arrangement of stick figures with the words "Fahmly" written underneath.

 

Lilia Lia steps forward and takes the brush, drawing in two swift strokes a small heart, like the one on her cheek.  She pauses for a second, then draws another, slightly smaller heart beside it.

 

Nadine Marteau quietly approaches the canvas, taking a brush and beginning to paint a green stem blooming from the bottom of the canvas, complete with thorns. Once done, she pants a red rose flower atop it. She then steps away with a smile.

 

Nako'li Chalahko stretches and heads towards the canvas

Nako'li Chalahko moves away from the canvas.

Nako'li Chalahko kneels and retrieves a brush, then near the center, underneath Jancis' own picture, the draws the scroll of Thaliak, with the symbol of Nald'thal located within it. His initials adorning the rolls of the scroll.

Nako'li Chalahko nods to himself and then turns away from the canvas, bowing to Jancis once more before leaving the rock.

 

Oscare Iono: "I should at least go and do something at the canvas."

Oscare Iono taps his chin in thought before facing the canvas again. He kneels down to start his brush strokes, painting a small circle cut in half, one side shaded and the other not. The shaded side had a frown while the unshaded side was smiling, giving it a strange sideways S-look. He backs away after placing the tools back. "How's that?"

 

Qaratolui Noyakir hearing the announcement about the canvas, and seeing that the crowd has indeed thinned some, decides he might as well take his turn soon. He begins walking toward the canvas.

Qaratolui Noyakir looking at the many colours of paint left over, he pauses for a moment, content to watch the others still using it.

Qaratolui Noyakir looks purposefully at the various pictures drawn on the canvas, searching for space to squeeze in another. He steps forward and dips his finger in one of the darker paints, then begins his work.

Qaratolui Noyakir makes a somewhat crude drawing of some kind of tent, surrounded by a black circle. Happy with his work, he pauses to look at it pensively, getting a bit of paint on his chin.

Qaratolui Noyakir nods at the canvas and looks around at the others, almost smiling, as he wipes his hands on his pants, not realizing there's still paint on his chin.

 

Qhora Bajihri waits for an opportunity, then ducks in to pick up a brush with blue paint, and leave a quick, simple curl to one side of the canvas.

 

Raisan Arcmantle takes out his blacksmith hammer and a titanium rivet and punches it into the lower corner of the canvas. Changed to his goldsmith hammer and etches in the Harbringers emblem into the head of the rivet.

 

Valentinoix Thibault: Is it common practice to use oneself as a canvas?

Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap now the crowd hath thinned, I may partake in this painting.

Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap a small attempt at painting afore leaving. I do dislike the Woods.

Valentinoix Thibault takes the brush, pondering what to paint. Maybe that flower over there by the lake.

Valentinoix Thibault studies the mess of colors. It seems like a jumble, but it's bright enough to see. He dips the brush into paint and paints a few yellow strokes, making a similar shape to the large fuzzy yellow flowers in the area.

Valentinoix Thibault dabs the brush in some green and paints a kind of line. "A flower. Mayhap." It looks like a flower to him.

 

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Vaughn Antain nods. "That she does." She looks up at the crowd around the canvas. "Ah, it's still crowded. I'm sure my prayers will be heard either way. By a paintbrush here or the harp strings at home." She turns back to Angora with a smile. "Take care of yourself, and don't be a stranger."

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Barengar Armsbreaker glances down and toward his right, giving Chachanji a firm nod, followed by a low grunt in greeting.

Chachanji Gegenji fiddles with something in his pocket, looking rather awkward.

Chachanji Gegenji turns his attentions back to his slip of paper, running a gloved finger along the notes he has scribbled there in his normal messy handwriting.

Jana Ridah peers down at the studious lalafell, poking her nose into others' business as usual. "What are you reading, Ser Chachanji...?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "H-huh? O-oh. Um... I jus'... uh... wrote down some notes 'n advice fer me... thing. Th' talky thing. Fer th' pilly grammage."

Barengar Armsbreaker turns his head slightly and glances down, over the shoulder of Chachanji at the parchment he was holding with a slightly quirked brow.

Jana Ridah: Oh, you'll be giving a speech? I wish you luck then.

Chachanji Gegenji: "U-um, y-yeah. Ms. Jancis thought I'd be good fer it... I jus'... hope I is, y'know?"

Jana Ridah pauses or a moment before speaking again. "I thought my sister might be here, her being all... Craft-y. Not sure if I'm happy she isn't or not."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ya made it, Mr. Franz! Haldo!"

Chachanji Gegenji: "I didn't know ya had a sister, Ms. Jana."

Franz Renatus smiles. "I did. I'm looking forwards to listening."

Barengar Armsbreaker glances away from Chachanji and toward Franz, giving the man a firm nod in greeting.

Franz Renatus nods a little in greeting.

Jana Ridah: She stays in Gridania, I avoid Gridania.... Though not because of her. Still, means we don't see each other.

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh. Hm. W-well, maybe she'll show up!"

Jana Ridah: Perhaps. We'll see.

Jancis Milburga: "Welcome Pilgrims! I am beyond honored to welcome you here on behalf of all those who follow the Builder."

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, we're headin' out soon."

Chachanji Gegenji gives his notes one last nervous lookover before stuffing them into one of his pouches.

 

Chachanji Gegenji timidly approaches as the pilgrims turn their attentions on each other. "S-so... we should draw somethin' here then?"

Jancis Milburga beckons others over and offers Chachanji a brush. "Yes. Whatever you wish. Shall be hung up proudly later on and travel the cities."

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah... I see. Hm."

Chachanji Gegenji takes the brush and looks at the canvas, finally drawing what is likely supposed to be a shield of some sort in the bottom right corner. It was about the highest he could reach.

Chachanji Gegenji: "I... I wonder how many folkses are gonna draw somethin' on th' canvas..."

 

Lilia Lia: "Sir Doman."

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, h-haldo."

Chachanji Gegenji bows awkwardly.

Lilia Lia: "Please accept my sincere welcome to Eorzea.  Your generous words for our dear Builder were truly heartfelt, innocent though they were."

Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well... a-as I said, I think Byregot... y'know... would best 'get' me, y'know?"

Lilia Lia: "Would?"

Chachanji Gegenji looks up and away, scratching at his floofy mass as he does so.

Lilia Lia: "Assuredly, sir.  He does."

 

Chachanji Gegenji: "I-is my lil' shield good enuff, Ms. Jancis?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I'm better at makin' a shield than drawin' one..."

Jancis Milburga looks at Chachanji curiously and looks over where he's mentioning. "It is better than good enough. Think Byregot has better sight than us alone."

 

Cliodhna Eoghan Notices the small figure behind her. "Chachanji, I told you there was nothing to worry about; you did great!"

Jana Ridah: ...Ser Chanchanji.

Jana Ridah: -Ah, I was... Going to say the same thing.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Y-ya think so?" He glances back at Jana, then returns those violet orbs to Clio. "I-I felt like I was gonna fall 'part th' whole time..."

Cliodhna Eoghan Grins at Jana. "All the more reason to say it, " Smiles. "You were wonderful."

Chachanji Gegenji scratches at his floofy mass of green hair. "I-If'n ya say so..."

Jana Ridah: I do say so.

Cliodhna Eoghan "I do....What are you going to paint on the canvas?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, I already drew somethin'." He motions to the blob in the bottom right corner. "I-it's 'sposta be a shield." Which it... kinda does, if you squint a bit.

Jana Ridah: I' not a maker of things but it looks enough like a shield.

Cliodhna Eoghan "Oh, I hadn't looked yet so I didn't know. " Chuckles lightly. "I"m sure it looks fine....I'm not sure what to add to be honest."

Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I wanna make things ta protect people s-so... a shield seemed ta make sense, y'know?"

Jana Ridah: I think I ought not to add to it. I don't make things, not like how Sers Chachanji and Otto describe it.

Jana Ridah: It'd kinda... Take away frome veryone else.

Chachanji Gegenji: "B-but it's... y'know... it's jus' 'bout makin' things fer other people. Ta me, anyroad."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ya never made nothin' fer someone?"

Jana Ridah: Not since I was a child.

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh. What did ya make back then?"

Cliodhna Eoghan: I think it's open enough to be a bit more abstract with the term "creating" Jana.....For example if you have a relationship or problem you'd like to work on? Or just something you'd like to work at to improve or change in your life...That was the understanding I had anyway.

Jana Ridah replies to Chachanji first, before turning to Clio. "I made leather strips. And, um... The only things I want to make are amends, I think."

Cliodhna Eoghan Turns at the voice. "Hello Koporo, how are you doing?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "U-um, ya could draw that, then?"

Jana Ridah: How do I draw amends?

Chachanji Gegenji: "N-no no, th' leather straps."

Jana Ridah: That was so long ago... I could hardly count it as something I really made for others. But I'll try something.

Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, leather straps are made ta bind things tagether. 'n extras are made ta mend broken ones."

Chachanji Gegenji: "So it could mean makin' amends too, right?"

Cliodhna Eoghan: Hmm....Perhaps draw something that could be as a symbol in reference to that person you wish to make amends to? I don't think it's something that needs to be glarling obvious to everyone when they look at it; little mystery is good now and then, Jana.

Jana Ridah: Well... I was just skinning animals, didn't think about it like that...

Jana Ridah: I think I know what to draw.

Jana Ridah: I'll try it now, then...

Chachanji Gegenji: "Akay, happy... um... drawin'!"

Jana Ridah picks a small corner and randomly grabs a blue brush, drawing a circle with a stick coming out of it.

Jana Ridah: I drew a round knife.

Chachanji Gegenji: "R-round knife...? OH. Fer skinnin'?"

Jana Ridah seems oddly satisfied with herself.

Jana Ridah: Yes.

 

Angora Khilo frowns. "I see. She told me she was leaving, but not to where. I'd hoped she'd possibly stopped by the Rose between then and now. It is possible that her friend Lho'a might know...or possibly Ms. Jana. But knowing Eva, she probably told no one and disappeared as she does."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well there ya go, then."

Jana Ridah looks around, thinking she heard her name somewhere.

Jana Ridah: -Hey wait, does mending a person count?

Chachanji Gegenji: "M-mending a person?"

Jana Ridah 's voice slowly gets more excited. "Like fixing a person who was borken- I mean, hurt?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "U-um... I... I guess? I did mention makin' potions ta halp people in me talk, right?" He seems unsure of his own speech. "I-I guess other healin' would hafta count tooo..."

Jana Ridah: I'm going to draw more.

Jana Ridah quickly scrawls a curvy line on the opposite corner of her round knife. "...Ritual dagger."

 

John Waterstrike moving away he comes over to where Chachanji.  "That was a wonder speech you gave, Sir Chachanji."

Chachanji Gegenji sees John Waterstrike and blushes with embarrassment.

Chachanji Gegenji: "S-so peoples are sayin'... I'm still not sure. Felt like I was gonna screw up somethin' th' whole time..."

John Waterstrike gives a small smile before holding up the camera.  "Though I fear I miss getting a picture of you during it."

Chachanji Gegenji: "P-picture? Um... w-well, maybe it's fer th' best..."

John Waterstrike blinks and lets the camera hang from the strap at his side.  "Ah...I guess you're probably right, Sir Chachanji."

John Waterstrike bows to Chachanji.  "I need to speak to Lady Jancis."

Jana Ridah bluntly interrupts the lalafell and miqo'te. "You, wannabe-healer."

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, a'course. Dun let me hold ya up--" He glances at Jana. "H-hey, no need ta be rude."

Jana Ridah: I wasn't being rude, I was getting his attention...

Chachanji Gegenji: "Y-ya could refer ta 'im by name..." he murmurs as Jana hustles after Koporo.

 

Oscare Iono: "I only just got here. I missed the preformances, it seems..."

Oscare Iono: "It saddens me a little, Byregot's my deity. I was interested in what others had to say."

Franz Renatus turns back to Oscare for a moment. "You missed out. They were enjoyable."

Oscare Iono: "Unfortunate."

Franz Renatus: "I'm certain Chachanji would be happy to share his again."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I'd be happy ta do what?"

Chachanji Gegenji meanders over at the mention of his name.

Franz Renatus grins. "Oscare over here missed your words. Was telling him they were enjoyable."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Th-they weren't that great..."

Chachanji Gegenji fidgets.

 

Kepolo Kana: "EEP!"

Chachanji Gegenji: "I-is somethin' wrong?"

Chachanji Gegenji cants his head at Kepolo Kana. She gave no response after that yelp... so he timidly lets it lie, letting his eyes wander over the rest of the crowd.

 

Chachanji Gegenji: "Halp Mr. Val wit what?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ya don't see good, Mr. Val?" He cants his head. "D-do ya have glasses? Go-nii hasta wear glasses."

Chachanji Gegenji cants his head the other way, like a puppy that has heard an odd sound. "Darken?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh. OH. Hm. Um... have ya... tried, like, somethin' like a smith's visor or goggles? A lotta 'em are dark 'n smokey ta cut down th' glare from white-hot metal..."

Chachanji Gegenji scratches idly at a cheek. "Me eyes halp cut down on it... but I see lotsa non-Dunesfolk usin' 'em."

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, well... it might be an idea. If'n yer interested..."

J'azhar Tia: "Ah, beg pardon," J'azhar says right on cue, as though invited by mention of Val's hearing. "I do not interrupt?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Haldo, Mr. J'az."

Chachanji Gegenji: "We were jus' talkin' 'bout glasses 'n stuff."

J'azhar Tia: "Chachanji," J'azhar says, resplendent beneath the only-slightly-lopsided sun daubed upon his forehead. "I had wished to congratulate you very much upon your - er, words, your speech. I very much enjoyed it, found it very much - after my own way of thinking."

Chachanji Gegenji flushes a little in embarrassment. "I-it wasn't much... I was jus' told ta talk 'bout... what I like 'bout what I do... by Mr. Aioux. S-so I did..."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I jus' said how I feel, is all... that there's... somethin' nice 'bout makin' somethin' fer someone..."

Chachanji Gegenji: "'specially if'n it's a frand or family."

Valentinoix Thibault ponders on the thought for a moment.

J'azhar Tia: "I find that - very much I am in agreement. To make or to cook for others is..." J'azhar trails off, not entirely certain that he can find the words, but then waves his fingers at Chachanji. His yellow, paint-smeared fingers. "I had hoped that you might perhaps allow for me to...? And you also, Val? And - er. ...Friend whom I have not yet met."

Valentinoix Thibault: I do enjoy cooking, aye.

Chachanji Gegenji shrinks back a bit at the paint-covered fingers. "T-ta do what?"

J'azhar Tia: "To paint," J'azhar says, gesturing at the sun and the stripes painted upon his own face in bold, cheerful yellow. "A canvas, yes?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Th-th' canvas is over there, Mr. J'az..." He motions worriedly to said canvas up on the rock.

Valentinoix Thibault: Is it common practice to use onseself as a canvas?

Edda Eglantine hums appraisingly, before turning to leave without a word. As she makes her way down from the rock formation, she trips and falls flat on her ass. It will bruise. She manages to hobble to her feet after, and brushes herself off.

Edda Eglantine: "..."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "M-Miss Edda, are you alright?"

J'azhar Tia: "Yes, yes," J'azhar says, waving one hand airily. "That I have already made my mark upon. But then also upon Aioux," he gestures at his mouth, "for his kind way of speaking, and Miss Jancis," he points to his temple, "for her kind way of thinking. It is - I do not know as who should say common; it is from time to time the custom in my tribe. To show meaning. For oneself or for others."

Edda Eglantine glares very sharply at Chuchukepa for a second before smiling. "Y-yes...?"

Chuchukepa Hohokepa takes an involuntary step back. "O-oh..."

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-are ya akay? Th-that was quite th' spill there..."

Valentinoix Thibault: An intriguing custom. What do thy markings symbolize?

Edda Eglantine laughs nervously. "Oh, it was nothing, ahm... Th-thank you. Nothing at all." She coughs nervously, playing it off as it never happened. She takes another step down, stumbles, but catches herself. Her face is an attractive shade of red.

Chachanji Gegenji: "C-careful..." he offers timidly.

Edda Eglantine: "I- I am fine!" Edda insists.

Chachanji Gegenji: "R-right..."

J'azhar Tia: "Ah - well, these in truth were done without quite so much thought. But I suppose that - how shall I say it. I have a wish to carry the sun with me; Azeyma, the mother. The things which to me she signifies. These are the things for which I seek, I build. Just so."

Edda Eglantine heaves a sigh. This always happens. She pouts at the ground and shuffles awkwardly. Her butt hurts.

Chuchukepa Hohokepa casts a dubious glance at the graceful Miss Eglantine behind J'azhar, before returning his thoughtful gaze to the Seeker.

Edda Eglantine: "O-oh, Ser Chachanji. Your speech earlier was quite uplifting."

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, u-um... y-ya think so?" He rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. Despite all the people saying they liked it, he still wasn't certain himself and it showed.

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "I... I'm not trying to be rude," He frowns, wringing his hands together. "B-but you believe that by way of painting your face... you're... you're invoking the gods?"

J'azhar Tia: "No," J'azhar says simply. "It is only - an expression. A gesture. Not so different from painting," he points behind him, "upon the canvas there."

Edda Eglantine nods. "Yes, I think it is what all crafters should aspire to. Using their trade for the purpose of helping others... it is touching. Would I were more capable of doing so..." she trails off.

Chuchukepa Hohokepa sighs in relief. Perhaps this one was only a different sort of eccentric.

Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, a-as long as yer tryin'... I dun think there's nothin' wrong with that..."

Edda Eglantine smiles. "I am not sure what I make, and what you create, could be compared in such a way. Your craft comes from your heart, and that is admirable."

J'azhar Tia: "I am glad at the very least that you think so," J'azhar says equably, before looking back and forth between Val and Chachanji for their verdict.

Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, what do ya make, Ms. Edda?"

Chachanji Gegenji cants his head, trying to look at least a little reassuring.

J'azhar Tia: "...A shame that Tausenadel had so swiftly taken his leave. I should have liked to do for him - " he makes a swirling sort of gesture near his forehead. Horns. "Hardy and strong and protective; like a father."

Edda Eglantine: "Only..." She sighs. "Only things that are meant for one purpose. It is an art, it is a craft, and it is difficult. But it does not come from my heart."

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh..." He seems thoughtful for a moment, a faint memory tugging at his mind. "W-wait... didn't ya play music at Coralhaus once? On th' pianer? O-or is that what yer talkin' 'bout?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah... yer like Papa then..." He frowns a little. "S-still, that's still somethin' ya make... 'n people use, right?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "They'd be witout clothes if'n ya didn't make 'em, right?"

Oscare Iono: "Hiya, Chachanji."

Edda Eglantine shakes her head. "Oh, heavens no. They would only be without that particular set of clothes. The demand is high, but the people who buy them are quite capable of seeking clothes elsewhere. They fill a niche, not a necessity."

J'azhar Tia: "Ah - just so." J'azhar deflates a little, looking between the three again - Val, Chachanji who is otherwise occupied, and Chuchukepa, who seems... less than enthused by the prospect. "Well, certainly; it is no matter. I am glad even so to have seen you here, Valentinoix - and to have made also your acquaintance, Chuch-" he stumbles over the name a little. "Chuchukepa."

Chachanji Gegenji: "'n I wouldn't this-count makin' music, neither. I mean... that's makin' somethin' special too... fer people ta listen ta 'n enjoy. That's somethin', y'know..." He turns his head up to see Oscare. "A-ah, haldo Mr. Oscare."

Oscare Iono: "Who's your gal friend here?"

Edda Eglantine looks up with a blank look at the homeless looking fellow.

Chachanji Gegenji: "This is Ms. Edda. She's part'a me Free Company. We was talkin' 'bout th' stuff she makes. Nice clothes ta make peoples look nice... 'n pretty music."

Oscare Iono: "Hello there, Edda."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ms. Edda, this is Mr. Oscare. I... um... I dunno what he does. He does a really nice Morbol impression, though."

J'azhar Tia 's ears fold downward in faint embarrassment, and he corrects, "J'azhar. And - just so, Valentinoix. There is of course I am certain you know the - 'picnic' in some few days; no doubt of course we shall share in the labour of preparing the food, and that a particular manner of sharing which is very - good. Very well indeed."

Edda Eglantine gives the man a small nod. "Hello, Oscare. It is good to meet you." She too, cannot tell what it is he does based on his choice of clothing.

Oscare Iono: "I'm a hunter and an engineer to quench curiosity. I'm also an off-time mercenary."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Yer an engy-near, Mr. Oscare? Like Ms. Clio?"

Edda Eglantine: "That is quite a wide array of skills."

Oscare Iono: "Something like that."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Have ya built any airships?"

Oscare Iono offers a stern nod. "You're a musician too?"

Edda Eglantine: "I perform, yes."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I've only seen 'er play th' pianer once. It was really pretty, though. I know I can't do nothin' like that."

Oscare Iono: "That's something we have in common. I like to play and dance as well."

Edda Eglantine purses her lips. "Is that so? I would be interested in seeing that sometime, then." She gives Chachan a gracious smile. "I am sure you could, with practice."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I dunno. I did that one musical thing fer findin' Mr. Chuch's Mama... where I used me hammers 'n ingots like drums... got told it was real bad, though..."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I... I did me best though..."

Edda Eglantine: "My, I thought it was rather creative. Moreso than most there, I think."

Chachanji Gegenji pinkens. "O-oh, right. Ya were there fer that, weren't ya..."

Edda Eglantine pauses, her lips set in a thin line. "I was... yes." It was not a fond memory.

Chachanji Gegenji suddenly giggles. "Th-that's right, ya really got on those mean ol' judges too, didn't ya?"

J'azhar Tia: "As I would be most glad also to learn of yours, and to share in them," J'azhar blurts, with a slightly socially-awkward amount of sincerity. The embarrassment, however, is beginning to weigh upon him a little - and so after a moment, glancing back and forth between the pair, he ducks into a brisk bow.

Edda Eglantine flushes. "I-I was not mean. I merely gave them the venom they touted towards other company members so freely."

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, no no no. I wasn't sayin' YA were mean. I was sayin' THEY were bein' mean."

Chachanji Gegenji makes vague hand gestures to emphasize the point.

J'azhar Tia: "In any case," he says. "My apologies - my very many apologies indeed for the intrusion, and I shall forbear upon you no longer, yes? Valentinoix - and Chuchukepa, whom I am very glad to have met; most glad to have made your acquaintance. Just so."

Edda Eglantine flushes even more. "Hmph. W-well... They were, were they not? Awful little creatures."

Chachanji Gegenji: "It was like Ser Crofte. Knowin' jus' what ta say ta put 'em in their place."

Valentinoix Thibault: Nay, nary a trouble, no intrusion whatsoever.

Edda Eglantine tilts her head at the comparison. Was Ser Crofte like that?

Chachanji Gegenji pokes his fingers into each other. "I... uh... thought it was kinda cool..."

Oscare Iono lifts his hands up to his ear. "Oh, someone needs me. Have a nice evening, folks."

Edda Eglantine: "Take care."

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, right. Bye, Mr. Oscare."

Chachanji Gegenji makes a sideways glance towards Edda. "I... uh... I ain't too bright. But... in th' books, th' hero always knows jus' what ta say... usually somethin' really cool 'n witty so... um...."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I really respect folkses that can do that..."

Valentinoix Thibault: A curious one he is, aye.

Edda Eglantine turns back to Chachanji. She smiles. "I am no hero, but thank you, Ser Chachanji. If you were at all inclined to learn a musical instrument, feel free to seek me out at any time."

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, akay. I'll keep that in mind." He gives a timid smile in return and nods.

Edda Eglantine: "Very good. I know many, so do not hold back for my - or anyone else's - sake." She looks to the sky, her expression sobering. "I should be heading back home for a spell. Perhaps I will see you there sometime."

Chachanji Gegenji: "S-sure thing. I'm... usually at me forge, if'n ya need ME fer anythin'..."

Chachanji Gegenji taps at his ear. "'n there's always th' pearl, right?" Another timid smile.

Edda Eglantine smiles back in her own timid way. "Y-yes, that is right. I will be sure to seek you out, then. Do take care, Ser Chachanji."

Edda Eglantine gives him a small bow.

Chachanji Gegenji: "You too, Ms. Edda. Safe journeys home."

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, um... s-sorry 'bout that." He returns his attentions to Val and Chuch. "I... wanted ta make sure she was akay after that fall..."

Valentinoix Thibault: Nay, no reason for apologies.

Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap now the crowd hath thinned, I may partake in this painting.

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, I see ya escaped... unpainted too, Mr. Val."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "I-I think I've had enough of the Shroud this day, myself... I'll see you both soon, I hope."

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, um... a'course, Mr. Chuch. Safe trip."

Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, travel thee well.

Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap a small attempt at painting afore leaving. I do dislike the Woods.

Chachanji Gegenji gives a small nod. "I-if'n ya wanna. It's right up there." He makes a general motion with his hand, which pauses as he remembers the talk earlier of Val's limited sight. "Um... I can show ya if'n ya'd like..."

Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, 'twould be appreciated

Valentinoix Thibault can see the shift in motion. He knows what it means

Chachanji Gegenji takes one of the brushes and offers it up to Val.

Valentinoix Thibault takes the brush, pondering what to paint. Maybe that flower over there by the lake.

Chachanji Gegenji stands next to the canvas, hoping his yellow clothing is a clear enough marker for the Duskwight.

Valentinoix Thibault studies the mess of colors. It seems like a jumble, but it's bright enough to see. He dips the brush into paint and paints a few yellow strokes, making a similar shape to the large fuzzy yellow flowers in the area.

Valentinoix Thibault dabs the brush in some green and paints a kind of line. "A flower. Mayhap." It looks like a flower to him.

Barengar Armsbreaker flicks his gaze toward Chachanji and the elezen in his company, watching curiously as the latter left his mark upon the piece.

Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I tried ta draw a shield over in th' corner."

Valentinoix Thibault looks back at the painting. "Hither, aye?" he points at a shape that looks like a shield.

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, yeah. That's th' one."

Valentinoix Thibault: 'tis recognizeable, the proper shape for a sturdy shield.

Chachanji Gegenji gives a timid smile. "I-I hope so."

Valentinoix Thibault: Certainly appopriate for the theme. Mayhap a flower was not so, yet they are native hither.

Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I'm sure it's fine..."

Valentinoix Thibault: They do surround the mark. Mayhap the thought shall properly count.

Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I would think so, yeah."

Valentinoix Thibault: They are easy to see.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Do ya like flowers, Mr. Val?"

Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, they are colorful and some are edible.

Chachanji Gegenji: "... Edible flowers?"

Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, verily so. The dandelions are quite delicious if not slightly bitter.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Y-ya can eat those? I jus' thought ya could blow on 'em when they're white 'n puffy ta send th' little puffs ev'rywhere..."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Didn't know that..."

Valentinoix Thibault: There are quite a few edible flowers, yet most are simply pleasing to see.

Chachanji Gegenji: "I think I'd be happy 'nuff eatin' all th' nice foods we got at Coralhaus, meself..."

Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, the food yonder is quite savory, howbeit I do oft miss foods not found locally.

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, yeah, I 'spose. I miss Mama's cookin' now 'n again."

Valentinoix Thibault: Yet, with what ingredients are available within the markets, I can cook foods more traditional to my clan.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Like those yarzhon legs ya like?"

Valentinoix Thibault: Aye. They are simple to cook as well.,

Chachanji Gegenji: "M-maybe I'll give 'm a try next time ya make 'em... c-can't hurt, right?" He still looks a bit worried at the idea, knowing what the creatures look like.

Valentinoix Thibault: I shall be cooking them for the picnic. Mayhap thou might find them pleasing.

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, right. There's a picnic comin' up, ain't there?"

Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, in a few suns.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Mmmn. Will hafta make sure ta attend that a'fore we leave, I 'spose..."

Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, I do hope thou can attend.

Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I dun think Virara's in any particular rush... 'n I think she'd like ta attend th' picnic too."

Valentinoix Thibault: 'twould be pleasant to relax before travels. Tense she did seem the night afore.

Chachanji Gegenji: "She's... havin' trouble wit 'er trainin'... like I am wit mine. So, we're hopin' this trip halps us both."

Valentinoix Thibault: Ah, I do hope such a trip doth help.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Me too. I want ta get better at me smithin'... so I can do all th' stuff I talked 'bout taday."

Valentinoix Thibault: With practice I believe thou shalt do so. Mayhap I shall request of thee to sharpen my blades in the future.

Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, um. Sure. I can do that, yeah. Jus'... lemme know. Or jus' bring th' blades 'round."

Valentinoix Thibault: I shall be certain to do so. Dost thou mayhap sharpen pickaxes as well?

Chachanji Gegenji: "U-um... never done it a'fore but... I could try?"

Valentinoix Thibault: 'twould be appreciated if thou desirest to practice with such.

Chachanji Gegenji scratches at his cheek with a gloved finger. "Sure thing."

Valentinoix Thibault: My gratitude. I would prefer to bring such to a friend than a stranger who doth tend to stare.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, I like ta halp. 'n I always want ta do more for th' folkses at Coralhaus."

Valentinoix Thibault: If thou requirest ore, hesitate not to request such. I do mine during the night bells.

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, yeah, ya mentioned that. I'm tryin' some'a th' more... difficult ta handle ores as'a late."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Titanium 'n such."

Valentinoix Thibault: I know not of where to find such.

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, dun worry yerself on that. I can still use th' other ores too. Iron is used in workin' titanium anyroad."

Chachanji Gegenji: "'n adamantite uses darkiron."

Chachanji Gegenji: "They're more... alloys than straight metals, y'know?"

Valentinoix Thibault: 'twould be quite the adventure to discover new locations to mine. Certainly would be quite helpful to find such alloys.

Chachanji Gegenji: "I dunno if'n ya can FIND natural alloys... but it'd be kinda neat if'n ya could. Save me a lotta work."

Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap an inquiry at the miner's guild might shed light upon the notion.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Mn. Maybe." He looks quite thoughtful for a moment. "Oh! 'n swing by me room when ya have a chance. I think I got a pair'a smithin' goggles ya can try - might be too small fer ya, but ya can peer through th' lens 'n see if'n it helps wit yer sight any."

Valentinoix Thibault: I shall be certain to do so. I am intrigued to understand how others do see the realm.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Anyroad, ya done wit yer flower?"

Valentinoix Thibault: Aye. Quite so.

Chachanji Gegenji peers around the Elezen at the canvas. And all the images drawn on it.

Valentinoix Thibault: Quite the collection of colors, aye.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, I think we're some'a th' last ones here. Ev'ryone else's gone 'n left already."

Valentinoix Thibault: Aye.

Valentinoix Thibault: I shall take my leave. Go thee well, Chachanji.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, akay. Have a safe trip home, Mr. Val."

Valentinoix Thibault: Thee as well.

Chachanji Gegenji glances around at the three pairs still around and, with a shrug, patters on towards home himself.

Jancis Milburga: "Travel safe!"

Barengar Armsbreaker dips his h ead toward Chachanji as he makes his way out.

Chachanji Gegenji: "You too, when ya head on out!"

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Locke Fairwind: "Now there's a familiar set of robes. Still following me around, Jan?" He teased, as a little chuckle escaped past his lips.

Coatleque Crofte just stands there silently.

Jancis Milburga looks up from her work, "Locke! Was it something Val said? I had stopped by only onc-" she started before laughing, "It is good to see you, too."

Locke Fairwind: "Heh, likewise. Still not injecting poison into yourself, are ya?" He glanced over toward the woman behind her. "A friend of Jan's? Name's Locke. Good to meet ya."

Coatleque Crofte nods once.

Jancis Milburga: "Forgive me. I had to start over after the fuss. I had simply wanted some company to make the time pass easier."

Locke Fairwind: "All the same, be careful with that kind of stuff. Anyway, I believe I've taken enough of your time after interrupting you two. I'm gonna go sit down and take a load off for now."

Jancis Milburga nods, smiling at Locke, before turning back to Cici.

 

Koporo Aporo "Were a good speech ya gave, Ser Otto."

Otto Vann: "Thank you Kopo, glad you liked it."

Otto Vann: "What made you think it wa good?"

Koporo Aporo "Ah, some relatability, I s'pose. Ya know ma sis' is Jajara righ'?"

Otto Vann: "I hadn't the faintest clue til just now."

Koporo Aporo "Tha hair's a dead giveaway. I used ta glamour it, but not anymore."

Koporo Aporo removed his visor and turban, holding it at his side.

Koporo Aporo "She's blessed by Byregot, I tells ya."

Otto Vann: "I guess I never looked at either of you like that before.  Forgive me a moment though Kopo, I have someone I need ot haev a worrd with."

Koporo Aporo "Sure. Go on ahead."

 

Fiona Cooper dips in her pocket and takes something, popping it in her mouth as she watches people paint.

Otto Vann pokes Fiona Cooper.

Gideon Aryeh: "Hey there you two."

Fiona Cooper looks up from watching everyone paint and nods.  "Otto.  ... Hello."

Otto Vann: "Good evening Fiona."

Gideon Aryeh winks at Fiona and nods to Otto

Gideon Aryeh: "Boss."

Fiona Cooper quirks a brow.  "Boss?  You work for im now?"  She'd look between the two.

Otto Vann: "Ah, yes.  Good evening Gideon and yes, he works under me."

Gideon Aryeh: "It works. Always good to hook up with the rich guy."

Gideon Aryeh: "Heh, haven't seen some of these faces in a bit."

Gideon Aryeh looks at the two

Gideon Aryeh: "Anways, you two look like you need to talk."

Gideon Aryeh: "Later!"

Fiona Cooper nods.  "I see." She'd shuffle a foot and itch at her neck.  "... Oh!  Ok.  ... See you around.

Otto Vann: "See you around."

Fiona Cooper: "How have you been?  Good I hope?"

Otto Vann: "Better than most, but that's to be expected.  I wonder how you're doing since we last spoke though."

Fiona Cooper: "I am fine.  Just fine."

Fiona Cooper: "Well this time I am -clean.-  That is a plus."

Fiona Cooper: "Oh?"

Nadine Marteau looks to Otto surprised, but nods, "That depends entirely on what she does."

Nadine Marteau looks to Fiona with a smile,  "Hello there."

Fiona Cooper: "I am working on artificial organs."

Nadine Marteau: Truly? That sounds fascinating. Not entirely like what I've been doing, but fascinating.

Fiona Cooper: "And what is it you've been working on?"

Nadine Marteau: Lately? I've been deconstructing illuminati technology to gain a better understanding of it. My main goal righ now is the creation of new weapons for Ishgard's war, but...hm.

Fiona Cooper: "I was working with organic materials before, but I've been spending a large amount of time in Ishgard studying how to use machinery to try and incorporate that in my designs.  Though funding has been low, so it has been slow."

Nadine Marteau nods, "I'm very interested, personally. Though I primarily create weapons and tools of war, my reasons for doing so are  to limit the toll it takes in lives. Needless to say, artificial organs would do wonders for that."

Fiona Cooper nods.  "They tried to teach me how to shoot a gun while I was out there, but I wasn't that great at it.  I'm horrible with weapons."

Nadine Marteau chuckles, "I'm quite a good shot myself, not to boast. It's why I end up on field work more often than not."

Nadine Marteau: Of course, I was raised a smith, so I grew up around weapons.

Fiona Cooper: "I grew up in a lab.  Never had any reason to pick up a weapon.  I almost shot my own eye out the first time they handed me a gun."

Nadine Marteau frowns, "Oh my. That means firearms aren't exactly serving the purpose we intended for them, perhaps."

Fiona Cooper: "I'm more clumsy than most.  Maybe if I practiced more.  ... Though don't you think making a weapon that anybody could get their hands on makes them more dangerous?  Someone that normally wouldn't be able to cause harm now can?"

Nadine Marteau considers, nodding "Very true, but our world is dangerous enough as is, and as an alchemist, you know that even things like some plants can be a lethal weapon. People who want to harm others will find a way. A more accessible weapon only benefits those who could not protect themselves or their kin otherwise."

Nadine Marteau: You have given me an idea of my own, now.

Nadine Marteau: You see, the whole idea is that they are easier to use than most other arms and you can prepare almost anyone for a fight witht one, not merely knights or mercenaries.

 

Koporo Aporo "Miss Jancis. Miss Crofte."

Cyneler Fenrir: oh no.

Coatleque Crofte: "Ser Aporo."

Koporo Aporo scratched the back of his head, smiling slightly. "My apologies fer not keepin' in contact wit' ya, Crofte, it weren't nothin' personal."

Cyneler Fenrir: miss Jancis.

Jancis Milburga bows her head polite at both the men. "Good day."

Koporo Aporo "Jus'...Tryin' ma hand at a lil' independenc, that's all."

Coatleque Crofte: "We all have our burdens to bear.  I am sure you've been quite busy."

Chachanji Gegenji makes a straight face at Koporo Aporo.

Koporo Aporo "Righ'..."

Koporo Aporo "..." Koporo lets out a sigh. "Is there a problem, Chachanji?"

Koporo Aporo "Yer givin' me tha look again."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Jus' wonderin' if'n ya 'member what we talked 'bout last time, is all."

Koporo Aporo reacted with immediate agitation. "I TOLD ya, I ain't gon' cause any prollem's fer Miss Jancis while I'm 'ere. Now if'n ya'd kindly lay off..."

Chachanji Gegenji stares at Koporo silently for a moment, and then shakes his head and turns his attentions to other matters... like reading over his rather messily written speech.

Koporo Aporo "Guh. I don' even know why I bother wit' ya."

Koporo Aporo gave Chuchukepa a poke on the shoulder.

Koporo Aporo "Well, lookie who it is."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "O-oh. Hello, Koporo."

Koporo Aporo opens his arms, drawing Chuchukepa into, of all things, a HUG. "How ya been, eh?

Koporo Aporo "Bahaha, whas' wrong?"

Koporo Aporo "Yer still with ma Sis, ain't ya? An ya ain't done nothin' wrong, righ'?"

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "F-fine, thank you! Um..." He flushes with embarrassment, showing signs of not having interacted with anyone in some span of time. "Nothing... n-no, nothing! What... what brings you to this awful place? Are you here for the pilgrimage too?"

Koporo Aporo "No, I wanted ta look at tha Morbols."

Koporo Aporo "Course I came fer tha Pilgrimage."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "A-and to answer your question, yes, of course Jajara and I are still together! She's just quite busy with work, anyroad..."

Koporo Aporo "Then yer in ma good graces" he says plainly. "An' good on ya fer that, cause otherwise I'd have ta use tha sword."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "P-pray, keep that put away then...!"

Koporo Aporo "Don' give me reason ta use it."

A white tabard guard approaches. "You will not make threats at this pilgrimage"

Koporo Aporo: "Alrigh', alrigh', sheesh."

The guard leaves without saying anything more.

Jancis Milburga: "Welcome Pilgrims! I am beyond honored to welcome you here on behalf of all those who follow the Builder."

 

Koporo Aporo "Miss Jancis..." Koporo gave a bow before her, nearly dropping his turban in the process. "Thank ya fer another pilgrimage."

Jancis Milburga bows to Koporo, trying to mimic the depth, "You are very welcome. Happy you could come and visit with friends. Did you partake anything in particular?"

Koporo Aporo despite composing himself as a gentlemen, there was...Something off, about Koporo's disposition. A haunting presence that seemed to snap at the air. "...Lot's of reminders of my sis. I should go see her again, some time."

Koporo Aporo "...I can only hope." That statement stinged more than it had any right to.

Jancis Milburga gives Koporo a hopeful look, "Must needs expect the best and prepare for the worst only. Shall you add to the mural?"

Koporo Aporo gave that a moment of thought, but it amounted to nothing. "I'm not sure what ta add...?"

Jancis Milburga: "Not sure... well what is something you wish to build? To form? When all your work is done, what will it look like?"

Koporo Aporo "...I might have an idear..." He waddled off to the canvas, picking up the brush.

Koporo Aporo "Ya...Kinda corny, but I like it." He points to the arrangement of stick figures with the words "Fahmly" written underneath.

 

Koporo Aporo "Well, if'n it ain't the happy couple!"

Koporo Aporo "I'm-...I...I could be better, I s'pose."

Erik Mynhier: Hello Koporo.

Koporo Aporo "But hey, this ain't 'bout me, how are both o' ya'll?"

Erik Mynhier: I am well. Just enjoying a quiet day.

Koporo Aporo "Good to hear Clio hasn't driven ya mad."

Cliodhna Eoghan Turns back to Kopo. "I'm sorry to hear that, hopefully things will be better for you soon."

Erik Mynhier: Never, I tend to fear I bore her more then she drives me mad.

Cliodhna Eoghan Makes a mock tisking sound. "I only drive him mad at night." Winks back

Koporo Aporo "Again with the self-confidence...C'mon Erik, lighten up. Yer fine."

Cliodhna Eoghan: Did you add to the wall already, Kopo?

Koporo Aporo "Ya...Kinda corny, but I like it." He points to the arrangement of stick figures with the words "Fahmly" written underneath.

Cliodhna Eoghan Smiles. "It's not corny if it has feeling behind it."

Koporo Aporo "...Mmm..."

Cliodhna Eoghan: I should go add something before there's no room left....

Cliodhna Eoghan Glances over at the canvas

Koporo Aporo "Please, do."

Cliodhna Eoghan: I'll be seeing you the, Kopo

Koporo Aporo "Ya'll take care now, ya hear?"

Cliodhna Eoghan: You too

 

Koporo Aporo: Koporo Aporo grabs onto Lush Morbol and holds on for dear life! "Yer not gon' get away from ME!"

Chachanji Gegenji: "... Mumbles is makin' a racket again..."

Jana Ridah: Tch... I'd better check on Ser Koporo...

Jana Ridah runs off, her business on hold!

Chachanji Gegenji: "Y-ya could refer ta 'im by name..." he murmurs as Jana hustles after Koporo.

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C'lai Tia looks around, searching for his company. He tugged uncomfortable at the tabard... It was too tight, and itchy... He would give anything to take it off. His eyes set on Kasaris: "Wherrre arrre the otherrrs?" - he asks with a low growl from the tabard, one of his ears tilting to the side, the other flicking repeatedly.

Kasaris Rakhin: "It's weird not seeing yer belly button."

C'lai Tia: "I know rrrright...? This... thing... Grrr..."

Granamyr Artanis brushes off a bit of dust as he sighs softly. "Never a dull moment."

Kasaris Rakhin shrugs here, not seeming to be particularly concerned by the lack of her fellow Habringers. "Eh, I'm sure they'll pop up. The queen and the lieutenant ain't comin', so I guess we're kinda wingin' it at the moment."

C'lai Tia then catches the oh so familiar scent of Lilia. His eye twitches as his ears fold back, gazing about searchingly: "No, she's definitely herrre..."

C'lai Tia: "Somewherrre..."

Granamyr Artanis looks at C'lai and Kasaris "Where's everyone else at? We can't be he only ones here, or are we?" he asked glancing around.

Kasaris Rakhin: "Eh? I don't see her." She stands on her toes, glancing around. She nods to Granamyr. "For guards, yeah, so far we are. The others are here as pilgrims."

C'lai Tia: "I have that little terrorrr's scent. She can't be farrr..."

Granamyr Artanis: "Looks like we have our work cut out for us then." he said calmly.

C'lai Tia then turns his head, finally pinpointing where the scent came from: "Therrre."

C'lai Tia points at Lilia Lia.

Kasaris Rakhin: "Ah, I meant the martial lieutenant. The cat one. The one with the sense in her head."

C'lai Tia looks at Granamyr: "Shall we join ourrr crrrafterrs then...?" - then at the Lalafel, then at the Au ra, questioningly. His ears giving a flick.

Blake Forester looks around. From the uniforms he'd assumed this was the place. He looked from C'lai then Granamyr. He nods to C'lai.

C'lai Tia 's eyes set then on Jadoth, wiggling his ears with a smile. For those that knew C'lai, he looked actually tired... such an uncharacteristic thing.

Kasaris Rakhin shrugs. "Ya lot go ahead. I'm gonna keep a watch out for anyone comin' in late."

Jadoth Bloodreign looks around, his ears perking. He gives C'lai a smile that falters slightly. "Oh, so this is where everyone is!"

Granamyr Artanis nods his head to Jadoth and Blake, before looking back at C'lai. "That's a sound plan to me. Might as well get to our positions."

C'lai Tia: "Let's get to it then..."

Blake Forester perks an eyebrow in Jadoth's direction. "Fancy meeting you here."

Jancis Milburga: "Welcome Pilgrims! I am beyond honored to welcome you here on behalf of all those who follow the Builder."

C'lai Tia looks around.

 

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Cyneler Fenrir: Ahem.

Cyneler Fenrir: umm excuse me miss Janis

Jancis Milburga: "Yes?"

Cyneler Fenrir: oh right I would like to offer my services as a guard if you don't mind.

Jancis Milburga: "You are welcome to keep your sword and an eye out as always. Very grateful to have you along. But please, enjoy the celebration as well."

Cyneler Fenrir: oh okay I  will miss Jancis.

Jancis Milburga: "Thank you"

Cyneler Fenrir takes his hat off

Cyneler Fenrir: oh Ser Crofte its been a while.

Coatleque Crofte bows her head to Cyneler.

Cyneler Fenrir: still its good to see ya.

Coatleque Crofte: "Yes.  Good to see you in one piece."

Cyneler Fenrir: umm ill be right back I have to go change out of these hot clothes.

Coatleque Crofte: "... hot clothes?"

Jancis Milburga: "Hm?"

Jancis Milburga: "Ah... they do look warm?"

Coatleque Crofte: "Oh, right.  Warm."

Jancis Milburga: "Those are not as warm?"

Cyneler Fenrir: ahh much better

Cyneler Fenrir leans  on the railing  at sees what at the distance

Jancis Milburga: "Welcome Pilgrims! I am beyond honored to welcome you here on behalf of all those who follow the Builder."

 

Cyneler Fenrir: hhmmmmm

Cyneler Fenrir: well I had a good time

Jancis Milburga: "Sir Cyneler are very brave to volunteer to a bard."

Cyneler Fenrir: but I must Continue to Ul'dah

Jancis Milburga nods to Cyneler, "Be safe then."

Cyneler Fenrir: after all I  the flames need to know how my mission in Ishgard went

 

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Jana Ridah speaks up, though her voice is somewhat muffled by her protective face mask. "Miss Jancis, I'm here to help the guard group, if it's needed."

Jancis Milburga smiles over at Jana, "Thank you, Lady, it is most appreciated. Shall surely be a comforting night."

Jana Ridah shifts her attention to the familiar figure of Coat instead. "Ser Crofte, are you also here as a guard...?"

Coatleque Crofte: "Aye, as always."

Coatleque Crofte: "What is this, number sixteen?"

Jana Ridah: Then... I'll be under your command again tonight, even if just for a short walk's duration.

Coatleque Crofte: "Oh, I am not here to command anything, simply lending my aid."

Jancis Milburga: "Welcome Pilgrims! I am beyond honored to welcome you here on behalf of all those who follow the Builder."

 

Kepolo Kana admires the purple dress before her.

Kepolo Kana examines the canvas thoughtfully, humming softly to herself as she thinks.

Kepolo Kana picks up a brush and dips it into a pot of lavender paint, looking at the canvas she thinks about what to draw. Raising her hand up she taps the brush against her chin, leaving a purplish smear.

Kepolo Kana steps up to the canvas and draws a picture of a lavender colored carbuncle reading a blue book. Grinning she puts the blue and lavender brushes back and itches her nose, adding a blue streak to her face.

Jana Ridah: ...You.

Oscare Iono: "... yes?"

Kepolo Kana looks at the stranger with the wolf's  head hood curiously.

Oscare Iono: "Do you need something, girlie?"

Kepolo Kana: "That is an interesting hat you wear ser."

Oscare Iono: "Okay?"

Kepolo Kana: "Did you ...make it yourself?"

Oscare Iono: "Yes."

Kepolo Kana: "It's very nice."

Jana Ridah: ...Greetings, Captain.

Oscare Iono just glares ferociously at the rain for no reason, only adding more to the beastly look. "Thanks," he says, but doesn't really sounds like he means it.

Kepolo Kana: "Are you going to draw on the canvas too?"

Oscare Iono: "What?"

Kepolo Kana gestures behind her at the large canvas. "The canvas! I drew a carbuncle." She grins at the dark skinned man.

Kepolo Kana: "I missed a bunch too."

Kepolo Kana pouts.

Oscare Iono: "I should at least go and do something at the canvas."

Jana Ridah huffs a bit as she jogs up the rock. "They were good words."

Oscare Iono trots on over to the rock, hoping up to Jana's level in a single, big hop. "Whoops, sorry," a quick apology given to the miqo'te girl for nearly stepping on her.

Jana Ridah: Guess it was nothing...?

Jana Ridah glances between Franz and Edda, but opts not to interrupt.

Angora Khilo turns and stares at Jana for a moment before quickly making her way out of the area. Sooner she was away from all the Morbols, the better.

 

Jana Ridah seems to be hiding behind the taller men just a bit, but still returns a small nod to Jancis. "Um, nothing really happened. Guarding-wise."

Jancis Milburga looks over at Jana, "Forgive me. I cannot thank you enough for simply bringing a calm with your presence. You are free to go if you wish. Or talk with the others we should be safe going forward."

Jana Ridah: I'm just... Hanging around. Figured out something to draw. I'll be handy until the crowd dissipates.

Jancis Milburga: "All right. Thank you. There are so many colors on it. Ah, which one is yours may I ask?"

Jana Ridah: Um... I drew a round knife on one corner, and a ritual dagger on the other... They're blue. Hopefully they're out of the way enough for everyone else.

Jancis Milburga regards Jana quietly, "I doubt anything you could do would be in the way. Forgive me."

Jana Ridah: Ah- um. I'm not really... A "maker" of things. As um, you sort of know... All I do is maim. But I once used... A knife and a ritual to heal someone.

Jana Ridah: Maybe I'll have a chance to do so again.

Jancis Milburga: "I think you continue to get better at it. That makes it a type of craft. At least allows others to. Do you agree Oscare?"

Jancis Milburga looks from Jana to Oscare at the question, "About fighting as a craft."

Jana Ridah shifts around uneasily, glancing up at the taller man.

Oscare Iono: "Fighting is definitely it's own kind of craft and magic, yeah. It takes practice just like anything else, and not everyone can do it. And it's a very practical skill, too."

Oscare Iono reassures this statement with a nod, looking at Jana with that ferocious beastly glare. "What exactly are you doing?"

Jana Ridah: Um... Guarding. Or did you mean in relation to combat?

Oscare Iono: "Combat."

Jana Ridah: I do... A lot of things. I train my body with weapons, I train my mind with arcanima... But I don't seem to get anywhere.

Jana Ridah: I feel myself getting stronger, but my goals are always out of reach.

Oscare Iono: "Ain't that the truth to everyone, though?"

Oscare Iono looks to Jancis for confirmation.

Jancis Milburga smiles up at Oscare and nods, "Only goals worth reaching for, less there is not need to stretch."

Jana Ridah: Perhaps. Makes it no less frustrating, especially when I see those I've hurt along the way... And for nothing really, in the end.

Jancis Milburga gazes at Jana quietly, setting her lips for a minute.

Jana Ridah simply closes her eyes and give Jancis a small bow of her head.

Jancis Milburga: "I think the intention behind those actions should stand out more. All three of us know that well together."

Oscare Iono: "What you want will always be out of reach. That's why you keep fighting for it everyday, yeah?"

Jancis Milburga looks up at Oscare, her gaze more reflective than seeing him as he was presently.

Jana Ridah: Perhaps. Even if I can never get it, I shouldn't slack off. To try and wrench something worthwhile from it all.

Oscare Iono: "Precisely!"

Jancis Milburga frowns thoughtfully, "When it is obvious that the goals cannot be reached, do not adjust the goals, adjust the action steps.... at least that is what I have read before."

 

John Waterstrike quietly slips over to the other side, the camera hanging from a strap at his side.  He fish around in his pack, pulling out the box, the paper wrapping is decorated with scrolls and open hands.  He waits for Jancis to have a moment free  to give her the gift.  "I hope Mom's right about chocolates being a good gift to give, Kit."

Jana Ridah: Maybe that's all I can do in the end. But it's something.

Jancis Milburga: "Master John, you came. It is good to see you."

Barengar Armsbreaker grunted quietly to himself as Jancis gave her advice to Jana, "Ain't anythin' ya can do be keep doin' what ya think ya oughta."

Jancis Milburga looks between Jana and Oscare. "For my part. I think it has made a big difference."

Oscare Iono snaps a look at Jancis, tapping his chin in thought again. Something about 'adjusting the actions' snaps something into him... but doesn't say anything about it.

John Waterstrike attention is caught a Jancis waves to him.  He slowly comes over to her.

Oscare Iono: "Right."

Jana Ridah doesn't show much with her face hidden behind her mask, but she gives Jancis a small nod.

Jancis Milburga returns the bow to John. "I am glad to see you. Forgive me the other sevenday I did not get a chance to greet you. Were over two score of combatants to attend to."

Oscare Iono: "That's food for the thought..."

Oscare Iono: "Anyroad, I had fun in my short time here. Thank you Jancis."

Jancis Milburga: "Travel safely, yes, Oscare?"

Jana Ridah: All we can do is move forward, one foot in front of the other... Whether or not I can hold my head up is meaningless if I can at least do that.

Oscare Iono faces Jana, shooting a stare right at her. "I'm Oscare by the way."

Jana Ridah: I- I know. I'm Jana. Um...

John Waterstrike bows to her.  "I...am glad I made it in time," he said, letting a sad smile pull at his lips.  "I...understand."  He holds out the box to her.  "A gift, one that I fear was rush to get made."

Barengar Armsbreaker listens to the conclusion that Jana comes to, another low grunt escaping the man as he bobs his head to side silently.

Jancis Milburga repeats, "A gift." and takes the box with both hands. "May I look inside?"

Oscare Iono: "You knew? Have we met before?"

Jana Ridah lowers her voice. "I've know your name for a long time, as the one who shot Natalie. Its meaningless now, but... It was good to at least speak a bit."

Oscare Iono: "-- /Oh/."

Oscare Iono: "I'm just... ya know, gonna go now. Have a good evening."

John Waterstrike inside the box is 11 chocolates.  All either the symbol of the scroll or the hand except for the one that has both.

Jana Ridah gives Oscare a small nod.

Jancis Milburga looks in awe at the little chocolates, the sweet aroma wafting out to assault her face. "Did you make these?" She looks back up at John.

Jana Ridah holds back the urge to address the young man, simply waiting near Jancis.

Barengar Armsbreaker tracks Oscare quietly as he makes his exit from upon the stone, the highlander's gaze shifting briefly back to Jana for a moment before simply shaking his head.

John Waterstrike watches for a moment once Jancis takes the box.  "I did."

Jancis Milburga: "Byregot's Blessing! These are wonderful, I am overwhelmed."

Jancis Milburga beams over at Jana, taking out one of the little chocolates. "Look, they even have the Builder's mark upon them."

John Waterstrike blush a bit.  "It was Mom..." a knot catches in his throat.  "It was Mom suggestion."

Jana Ridah is taken aback slightly, losing some of her bluster. "Ah- Um, that's cute..."

Jancis Milburga: "Would you like it? Let us all try one."

John Waterstrike: "As I was at a loss to what to bring to you."

Jancis Milburga: "I think something you crafted is very fitting for the occasion. And they are sweet. Will go very well with fruit. Thank you."

John Waterstrike ducks his head.  "It is the least I could do.  You put so much work into these event."

Jancis Milburga: "Really happy to stand here and introduce people who share their visions and experiences. And it is nice when you or your kin make it."

Jancis Milburga gives John a thoughtful look, "Is everything well? I heard a few words but with so many wounds I could hardly come over and check upon you."

John Waterstrike place his hand on the camera at his side.  "It...it may be a while before Sir Howl can forgive me for how I spoke to him...and more before I feel I can forgive myself."

 

Jana Ridah chooses this moment to butt in!

Jana Ridah bluntly pokes the young man in the head. "You, hick healer. Will you be at the Grindstone tonight?"

Jancis Milburga looks up and Jana and repeats, 'hick healer' quietly.

Barengar Armsbreaker blinks slightly and glances between Jana and John with a lifted brow.

John Waterstrike glance up at Jana, then ducks his head.  "I...will be there..."  He feels that he deserve the name at the moment.

Jana Ridah: Good! Bring your tome and potions and anything else you've been using so far. I aim to give you a proper lesson in Arcanima! I'll not suffer anyone who uses their own life-aether to heal others taking the name of "Arcanist."

Barengar Armsbreaker snorts slightly as Jana rather firmly commands John, looking relatively amused.

John Waterstrike head shoots up at Jana, blinking in surprise.  "You...you will..."  For a moment, even the iciness that has been bothering his left arm is forgotten at Jana's word.  "Thank you."

Jana Ridah: I do not know -why- none have tried to teach you from the beginning, but it would solve many of your present issues to learn proper usage of aether, yes? I expect you to be ready for a harsh lesson!

Jana Ridah 's voice grows a bit shrill towards the end of her small rant.

Barengar Armsbreaker scratches at the side of his head, listening to Jana's rant with a slightly uncertain look. Maybe this was why he felt so uneasy about magicks. The practitioners were all so ... animated.

John Waterstrike ears laid flat at the shrill.  "I will do what it takes to earn my place back at the Grindstone...so long as I never have to be beholden to the elementals in order to heal."

Jana Ridah: Hah!

Jana Ridah: The Elementals can suck my-

Jana Ridah: I- I mean.

Barengar Armsbreaker snorts

Barengar Armsbreaker: "Bold of ya."

Jana Ridah: I mean, a properly-trained Arcanist can use their own sustainable aether while drawing in what is around them. No need to bother with fellat- Um, pleasing the Elementals.

Jancis Milburga frowns, looking about distracted. "Air is picking up..." She glances over at Jana, "Byregot Forbid the earth start rumbling."

Barengar Armsbreaker snorts once more, amused.

Jana Ridah nervously tries to put Jancis out of mind, at least long enough to make her point to John.

John Waterstrike smile grows a little.  "I agree with you, Lady Jana."  Flicks a look at Kit.  "I thought I had been doing so until Mom..." his voice almost catches again, "told me that I was burning my aether and not using the elements to make up for it..."

Jana Ridah: We are not Conjurers, but even they do not expend their life force to heal. I am sure miss Jancis would know about that, good healer that she is. But as an Arcanist, our methods are wholly different.

John Waterstrike thinks on Jana's words.  "Then I shall meet you at the stone in a bell."  Kit coon up at him.  "I need to first check and see how Mom's health is before then."

Jana Ridah: It need not be in a bell, I've my own preparations to make. But I will do my best to be there to impart some wisdom before the Grindstone begins.

Barengar Armsbreaker shifts his gaze vaguely in the direction of Gareth and Jancis for a moment at the mention of a manor, a low hum rumbling in his chest before he returns to listening to conversation between the two arcanists.

Jana Ridah: Come prepared to heal and hurt, but bring paper and a quill if you can as well.

John Waterstrike: "I will see you then.  Save travel, Lady Jana."

Jana Ridah: Safe travels to you as well.

 

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John Waterstrike turns to Jancis.  "Lady Jancis, if I could have a moment of your time?"

Jancis Milburga looks over at John, looking attentive, "Yes of course."

Jana Ridah gives Jancis another small bow of her head. She'd try to apologize later...

John Waterstrike pats the camera at his side.  "I wish to get a picture of you by the Builder's own sign.  Since I can't share my memories they way that...I can see others, I think I can share them this way."

John Waterstrike steps back and works with the knobs, he brings the camera up and quickly takes the picture.

John Waterstrike: "Thank you, Lady Jancis."

Jancis Milburga looks at John curiously, clearly not picking it all up. "You are welcome." She says nonetheless.

Barengar Armsbreaker rolls his right shoulder back as he watches John use the unfamiliar device to do ... something, head tilted to the side slightly before glancing over to Jancis as she steps down and away. He dips his head toward her.

Jancis Milburga smiles lightly and comes back over. "Everything worked out well. Thank you again for being so attentive."

Jana Ridah slooowly approaches Jancis. "Sorry you had to hear that outburst... I had to impress upon the young man that what he was doing was neither acceptable nor necessary. Wasn't my intent to blaspheme so loudly..."

Barengar Armsbreaker grunted quietly as he listens to Jana's apology, head bobbing to the side, "Don't figure earth's openin' up below us just yet."

Jana Ridah: Only because the Elementals're so weak from the Calamity. Used to be you couldn't light a match near a tree before you'd be going green in some parts of the wood...

Barengar Armsbreaker pressed his lips into a thin line, silently tipping his head toward the woman in concession. He was not terribly familiar with the history of the forest.

Jancis Milburga nods in agreement, "It is okay. Forgive me I did not hear what Master John had been up to; looks like I missed what you were actually saying."

Jancis Milburga looks over at Barengar, eyes steady as she regards him, "Shall tell you more about the wood wrath another time, if you wish."

Jana Ridah: I know not why he doesn't want to use conjury, but my relationship with the forest Elementals isn't so good either, so I can hardly blame him.

Barengar Armsbreaker flicks his gaze over to Jancis as he makes her offer, his head tipping to the side slightly. "Figured I was the one hired fer tellin' stories." he grumbled quietly before it was followed by a quiet, amused snort.

Jancis Milburga: "It might be about touching people. Not that he would have to... it is just more tactile than writing in a book and visualizing."

Jana Ridah: Perhaps, though he did specifically mention the Elementals. Perhaps he's witness the Greenwrath? ...I suppose it matters little now.

Jancis Milburga blinks at Barengar before smiling in good humor, eyes squinting.

Jana Ridah: I could tell a story too, but I don't think it'd be a very good one.

Barengar Armsbreaker lifts his brow slightly as he glances back to Jana, "That so?"

Jana Ridah: A story about making things... One I read when I was studying in Limsa Lominsa.

Barengar Armsbreaker dips his head to the side, "Seems ta me that a lot of 'em do."

Jana Ridah: Perhaps... An impromptu storytelling? It's like to get me scolded by miss Jancis though.

Barengar Armsbreaker hummed quietly, glancing over at Jancis for a moment before looking back to Jana, "Something' ya manage often?"

Jana Ridah: Well... Something that happens at least once every time I make it to one of these Twelve things. I'm not the most... Observant of the faith.

Jana Ridah: Often... More than once.

Barengar Armsbreaker grunted and bobbed his head to the side slightly once again, "Suppose yer hear on  work  then?"

Jana Ridah: Partially. I volunteered myself to miss Jancis, rather than being chosen.

Jancis Milburga looks over at Jana, "Very selfless of you."

Jana Ridah: It's the least I could do.

Barengar Armsbreaker murmured to himself a moment before nodding, "Suppose ya've got yer priorities."

Jana Ridah: I don't know that miss Jancis would agree, but I do feel I owe a personal debt. In any case, it's a fine time to meet new people and see old friends, so I am quite content.

Jancis Milburga breaks from her gaze at Asmodean and his little bundle of joy, looking back over at Jana.

Barengar Armsbreaker bobs his head low in Jana's direction, seeming to take a cue from her words, "Barengar Armsbreaker, then"

Jana Ridah nods back. "Jana Ridah. Well met, sir."

Barengar Armsbreaker grunts in acknowledgement, "Good ta meet ya, I figure."

Jana Ridah: I typically keep to myself in Ul'dah, plenty to do there... But even if I don't like it in Gridania, there's plenty of nice places outside of it.

Barengar Armsbreaker allows his gaze to wander toward the grip of the large blade that rested upon Jana's back. He found it quite peculiar, an assumed arcanist walking about with a great blade. He would not pry however, simply tipping his head to the side, "'Tend ta find myself travelin' more than I ain't."

Jana Ridah: Travelling is a great pastime. Not too long ago, I was proud of my status as adventurer, wandering and fighting and maiming as I pleased. Some unpleasant business later, I find myself staying put. Doesn't mean I don't still train with everything I can get my hands on, though.

Jana Ridah waggles a shoulder, the great sword on her back shaking a bit.

Barengar Armsbreaker bobs his head to the side as he listens to the woman, "Just followin' the work fer my part. Ain't much use fer glory." he lifts a hand and scratches at the bridge of his nose, grunting, "Glory ain't much of a meal."

Jana Ridah: True. More important to make sure your next meal isn't Imaginary Flatbread.

Barengar Armsbreaker snorts whilst stifling a single chuckle, head tipping in concession, "Figure that's close enough ta the case."

Jana Ridah: How did you come into working with miss Jancis, by the way? I heard what you said during the event proper, but... I am curious.

Barengar Armsbreaker lifted his chin slightly at the question, a low hum rumbling in his chest. He glances over his shoulder, toward Jancis below, briefly before leading his attention back toward Jana. "Ripped up my shoulder. Someone called fer her ta fix me up."

Jana Ridah: Ah, of course. She's an accomplished healer. Been fixed up by her once myself.

Barengar Armsbreaker nodded, "Sure is." he agreed before continuing, "Picked me up on a contract in the same visit. Fer one reason or another." he seemed to grumble the last part quietly.

Jana Ridah can tell there's more to it, but doesn't pry. "Miss Jancis and I have been through a few battles together. I'm happy to help her out for free."

Jana Ridah waves!

Barengar Armsbreaker hummed, pressing his lips into a thin line, "I'm startin' ta see that trend."

Jana Ridah: Miss Jancis can rely on her friends. Cant' say I know all of them, but... Miss Crofte and seer Chachanji are among them. All I know to be good people.

Barengar Armsbreaker lifts a hand, scratching at the stubble upon his face before grunting his understanding, "Seems ta be she's well surrounded by 'em ta be sure." a slow nod follows, "Done plenty right by me."

Jana Ridah: Ah, I see. It was good fortune that you got to take your break this far from the north, and it was good to meet you, in any case.

Barengar Armsbreaker tips his head to the side slightly, a subtle quirk to his brow at the mention of the north but otherwise pays no heed. He gives a deep bow of his head, "Figure the same ta ya."

Jana Ridah: Everyone still here seems to be well-armed and capable, so I think it's time I took my leave. I've a few things to get done before I go to the Grindstone. Well met, everyone.

Barengar Armsbreaker nods, "Be seein' ya around, I figure."

Jancis Milburga: "Thank you for being here, Jana."

Jana Ridah: Until next time.

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Asmodean Gaidin  looked about at those whom have already gathered before looking back to the tiny unicolt. "Don't worry little one, you are not the only one feeling out of place." He then scratched it behind the ear.

Asmodean Gaidin looks at the canvas before looking back down at the now sleeping unicolt in his arm. " I'll have to wait for you wake.... or find someone to hold you it seems." He said quietly before looking about.

Asmodean Gaidin watches as other stepped up to leave their marks. He kept his distance, waiting for the area to become less crowded so he might as well.

Asmodean Gaidin shifted about before looking down and scratching the head of the sleeping unicolt in his arms. " Seeing all these people must have tired you out."

Asmodean Gaidin walks closer to the stone before dropping to knee to place the tiny colt on the ground. He then removed a glove and dipped a finger tip into the black paint before slowly drawing out a heron. HE looks at it for a while before nodding, thinking it was a fair match to the symbol he was thinking of.

Asmodean Gaidin turns to pick up the colt once more before stepping side to give space to others.

Gareth Evershield picks his way down the rock, stepping before Asmodean. "Sir Gaidin." He holds out his hand. "How fairs your travels through Ishgard?" He tilts his head. "Assuming that's where you've been, correct?"

Asmodean Gaidin: "Aye... aside from babysitting a few youngling nobles, things have been well. How have your  travels been?"

Gareth Evershield nods his head. "Nothing to be hailed as legends, but I've seen more of Ishgard's territory then I believed I would have, already." He tilts his head. "No grand dragon slaying for yourself, then?" He grins.

Asmodean Gaidin: "Not alone at the very least. Giving aid as needed for the most part. But mostly I have help keep watch of the western highlands. It is good to see you well."

Gareth Evershield claps the man's shoulder. "You as well, my friend. Should the Red Wings mobilize into Ishgard for any reasons, I will keep an eye out for you, should you be babysitting." He winks at the man, before nodding once more. "Until then, stay safe."

Asmodean Gaidin nods back before answering. "Too you as well." He then looking  down once more to the unicolt before shaking his head. ".... a bleeding dad..." he said under his breath.

 

Asmodean Gaidin simply listen as other spoke, his own focus on animal currently resting in his arms. He scratched it's head a bit, his own eyes starting to sag a bit.

Asmodean Gaidin head hung look, his chest rising and lowing slowly making it clear he had fallen a sleep . The unicolt still in his arms now awake and looking about at those about the area.

Gareth Evershield chuckles, shaking his head as he looks down at Asmodean's form. "Uhh... I think's he's asleep?"

Jancis Milburga: "You are right. I was trying to be humorous, but he has dozed off."

Asmodean Gaidin head still hung low. The unicolt look at the woman titling it's head before looking up to lick his face. It quickly cause him to wake. "What...? "The hyur looked about, a bit shocked at how few wore about. "Great... what a fool I make myself out to be."

Asmodean Gaidin slowly takes his time getting back up to his feet. He looked at the colt before shaking his head. "For once you don't bite me... What's the matter not hungry?"

Jancis Milburga: "Ah. He is awake. Sir Gaidin."

Asmodean Gaidin: Sorry about that. This one keep me up most night now.... But I thought I could handle myself."

Asmodean Gaidin pushes his arms up a bit showing the unicolt.

Jancis Milburga looks down off the rock, "You have a little one. Nophica's Grace. Is little wonder now why you were sitting on your own. Forgive me"

Asmodean Gaidin: "No do not worry about it. She slept most of the gathering so it was more me just giving others space. Wouldn't want to drop her due to someone knocking in to me by mistake."

Jancis Milburga: "Knocking into you.. oh. Would you like to paint on the mural Sir Gaidin? I would hold her for you."

Asmodean Gaidin waves a hand. "I already have. "The black heron mark near the bottom left."

Jancis Milburga looks embarrassed, turning back to look at the canvas at the spot he spoke of. Smiling once again, she turns back. "A very sweet sentiment, if I can be so bold to say. Looks like you are applying it right now." She focuses on the colt.

Asmodean Gaidin shook his head laughing at himself. "Yes the wandering warrior.... now a dad." He sighed before looking at the colt.

Jancis Milburga: "Where did you find such a little one, Sir Gaidin?"

Asmodean Gaidin: "The western Highlands. Blind luck or the will of the twelve. Either way, if not for me she may have no long be among the living."

Jancis Milburga: "Mayhaps. Seems Nymeia put you where you needed to be as well. Always travelling on your own."

Jancis Milburga smiles, "Not as much anymore."

Asmodean Gaidin: "Very true. I wish she just didn't have a habit of biting when she hungry."

Jancis Milburga looks concerned, coming over. "Has she broken skin?"

Asmodean Gaidin: "No... no still not strong enough for that yet. She reminds me a bit of you.... at least when it comes to fruit." He shakes head. "Such lively friends you have Jancis."

Jancis Milburga looks surprised as he mentions the resemblance. "I do not blame her; fruit is very good. I shall be sure to always have some on hand now should I run into you both."

Jancis Milburga squints happily at Asmodean, "And you are not lively? You were at the hot springs and having a happy time of it. These springs are just... not as hot.."

Asmodean Gaidin pulls a few cut up pieces of fruit from a side pouch and places his hand with in reach of the colt. "You need not worry about her." He thinks back to bronze lake. "Enjoyable but I was far more quite then I should have been. Maybe this one can help me... better myself." He looked down at the colt again as she nibbled at the food.

Jancis Milburga cannot help but have that melting adoring look on her face, smiling warmly at the little one nibble on fruit cubes. "That I have no doubt.  Does that mean you will be spending more time elsewhere?"

Jancis Milburga watches the babe quietly for a bit, "Has milk been a problem? Mayhaps that is why she nips at you so, might take you for something of a mother figure as well father."

Asmodean Gaidin: "I still have work in the North to finish.... However the man that gives me my order more or less order me to rest so I was luck to have to time to be here. Once the contract is over I may avoid the place for a time but.... as I'm sure you seen. They need all the help they can get.

Asmodean Gaidin face turned a bit red. " No... milk as been fine.... doesn't even need a bottle so a small blow works."

Jancis Milburga: "That is good. Are many skilled hands to help out from the flocks on the Isle if you need."

Asmodean Gaidin: "Oh... You as well... Asmodean Gaidin.... of Ul'dah." He nodded as he spoke his name, seeing as his hands wore currently tied up.

Asmodean Gaidin: "Nice as always Lady Jancis but I think it's time for me to return to The Roost for now. Safe travels."

Jancis Milburga: "You as well, Sir Gaidin. And little one. Be safe."

Asmodean Gaidin nods his head at those still about before turning to began his walk back to Gridania.

 

Togy Brandmakt: So why are we here? I know T'shina asked me to keep an eye on you.. but.. why?

Autumn Moore: "O-Oh! I've never been to a gathering like this before.. I came more out of curiosity. You may leave if you want."

Togy Brandmakt shook his head "Nope.. Can't do that"

Autumn Moore: "W-Why not?"

Togy Brandmakt gave a small shrug "A request for a friend" He muttered quietly. "Enjoy yourself, just know that I'm here.. to keep an eye on ya"

 

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Nako'li Chalahko stretches and heads towards the canvas

Nako'li Chalahko inclines his head to Jancis. "If I may?"

Jancis Milburga smiles and bows to Nako'li, "Is good to see you once again. How is your back fairing all well?"

Nako'li Chalahko nods  "Aye, and my leg, luckily I have my vision back, of a sort." he gestures to the device over his left eye socket."

Jancis Milburga stares at Nako'li's eye for a minute. "Byregot's Grace! You are nearly a walking marvel of such! Like Captain Dogberry!"

Nako'li Chalahko chuckles. "All thanks to Clio, She performed the metalwork on the housing, I prepared the 'eye'"

Nako'li Chalahko moves away from the canvas.

Jancis Milburga: "Agreed Lord Nako'li. She is a marvel with, ah, gizmos it was? Well she surely can make metal sing at least."

Nako'li Chalahko chuckles. "Again, I am no lord, no more than Gareth is a Sir." he bows. "However, I will take this opportunity to leave my mark on the canvas."

Jancis Milburga murmurs an apology to Nako'li and bows.

Jancis Milburga: "Is too good of a place to dispute such a feeling."

Gareth Evershield walks forward, holding up a hand in Nako's direction. "It's only a matter of time, Lieutenant! Give it a few years, I might reach a knighthood!" He grins.

Nako'li Chalahko waves off her apology. "Were I ever to attain the riches that Otto has, then we can re-look to what you call me." he turns towards the canvas, moving to the line.

Jancis Milburga: "Please feel free to grab a brush and add your own mark. Are plenty of paints and colors."

Nako'li Chalahko kneels and retrieves a brush, then near the center, underneath Jancis' own picture, the draws the scroll of Thaliak, with the symbol of Nald'thal located within it. His initials adorning the rolls of the scroll.

Nako'li Chalahko nods to himself and then turns away from the canvas, bowing to Jancis once more before leaving the rock.

 

Gareth Evershield lets out a small gasp of air as he looks up Nako's face.

Nako'li Chalahko raises an eyebrow at Gareth, with a slight chuckle at Jancis' comment. "Shouldn't you be elsewhere?"

Gareth Evershield raises an arm. "And miss this?"

Nako'li Chalahko: "It depends, if you are focusing on this rather than what you should be, I wonder what else escapes your attention?"

Nako'li Chalahko shrugs. "That is for another time, though I suggest you make your mark and think about your goals regarding your task."

Gareth Evershield furrows his eyebrows, crossing his arms. "Aye..."

Gareth Evershield nods his head. "Lieutenant."

Nako'li Chalahko returns the salute. "Corporal."

Gareth Evershield uncrosses his arms, a heavy breath escaping his lips, shaking his head with a shudder.

 

Nako'li Chalahko stands behind Erik, moving up silently. "Added your creative streak sir?"

Erik Mynhier: No, just trying to be less antisocial.

Nako'li Chalahko looks at him to the canvas and then to a paintbrush. Kneeling down and picking it up he offers it to Erik. "I'm not letting you leave here without making a mark of some kind." he grins.

Erik Mynhier: Oh I did already.

Nako'li Chalahko: "So when I asked....."

Erik Mynhier: Most of my goals are met, but I painted a sign that hopes for a smooth wedding.

Nako'li Chalahko nods. "I can understand that desire."

Nako'li Chalahko: "Have you set a date yet sir?"

Erik Mynhier: Sometime next month I think. Now that business has settled to normal.

Nako'li Chalahko: "Good call. Speaking of business, I have need for some of your time when you return to the Hall. I'll be heading away now, as I have some work to attend to."

Erik Mynhier: I will be there when I can.

 

Lilia Lia: "Saint Rai, would you like to draw something?"

Raisan Arcmantle: "I was debating what would be appropriate..."

Lilia Lia steps forward and takes the brush, drawing in two swift strokes a small heart, like the one on her cheek.  She pauses for a second, then draws another, slightly smaller heart beside it.

Raisan Arcmantle: "I know what I'll do now. Tis only fitting."

Lilia Lia steps back to watch as Raisan takes his turn.

Raisan Arcmantle takes out his blacksmith hammer and a titanium rivet and punches it into the lower corner of the canvas. Changed to his goldsmith hammer and etches in the Harbringers emblem into the head of the rivet.

Lilia Lia: "Ah... I should have expected something such as that."

Lilia Lia: "Saint Rai, shall we?"

Raisan Arcmantle: "Aye, I think I should get back to work. I have a large order of titanium to fill."

[Jancis]

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Gareth Evershield rises to his feet, wiping down his pants, stretching his arms.

Gareth Evershield clambers his way up the rock, slowly awaiting a turn to paint upon the canvas.

Gareth Evershield moves forward, kneeling down to take up a red brush. He sets his tongue in his cheek as he slowly paints what appears to be a shield, drawing a line down the middle of it. He had thought to draw the Red Wings symbol elsewhere, but his Paladin insignia already looked bad enough. He grins, shaking his head and standing once more.

Gareth Evershield shifts through the crowd, before stopping beside Erik. "Enjoying the view, Captain?

Erik Mynhier: I will have need of you tonight Gareth.

Gareth Evershield blinks at the sudden turn of topic, his eyes widening, teeth setting in worry for a moment, before nodding slowly. "Call and I shall be present, my Captain. Your humble Attendant and Corporal is at your disposal."

Erik Mynhier: I was wanting to see about something I have in mind for you. Every mission you are on you show promise, every task done without fail. I was wanting to see if you would be interested in something.

Gareth Evershield furrows his eyebrows. "O-of course, Captain." He nods slowly. "Though I would not label my... accident with the Lieutenant as a success, I will be there to listen, sir."

Erik Mynhier: True, but this is unrelated to that.

Gareth Evershield grits his teeth for but a moment, before nodding. "Of course, Captain." He lets out a breath, looking forward.

Erik Mynhier: I will see you at the Hall tonight.

Gareth Evershield: Yes, my Captain.

Gareth Evershield 's shoulders sag as he lets out a stressed breath, sitting down beside the canvas for a moment.

 

Gareth Evershield seemed to be lost in thought, though he had been listening as well as possible to the conversations around him. When he saw a pair of boots next to him, he flinched, before looking up to see Jancis. "Oh! Hey there!"

Jancis Milburga leans down and greets Gareth quietly, "Hello there."

Jancis Milburga: "Are you familiar with the Sanctum of the Twelve, Sir Gareth? Ah, is all right if I call you such? Lord Nako'li's reaction I dare think it might be on your behalf."

Gareth Evershield points a finger at his own face, at his temple. "You've got a little... paint here..." He points to his other temple. "And here..." He points to his cheek. "And there..." He starts gesturing at his entire face in a joke, before tilting his head. "I am not... Is it a place?"

Jancis Milburga smiles, nodding, "I see you are a canvas, too. Lord J'azhar was glowing at being a painter. Is it in the East Shroud. But if you are not familiar with it, then I would rather not meet you there. Must be somewhere safe and you know well."

Gareth Evershield waves a hand dismissively. "And as for the whole 'sir' thing, livery brought with a title, that the Lieutenant feels I am not worthy of having. Rightly so, since such is often given to knights." He shakes his head, before listening to her words. He tilts his head. "Is everything alright?"

Jancis Milburga doesn't sound upset but answers honestly, "I am not sure. But it is important. If you wish Sable Hall I can go there as well. It is about the manor."

Gareth Evershield: The ma-?

Gareth Evershield blinks, remembering, and nodding once. "Of course."

Gareth Evershield: Sable Hall isn't known for it's... privacy, nowadays.

Jancis Milburga: "Is privacy important? Regardless I leave it up to you. Shall speak of it another time."

Gareth Evershield nods his head. "Regarding this matter, it's best to keep between ourselves. Not everyone needs to pick my past, just yet." He grins at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We can speak outside Vesper Bay. There is something I wish to show you."

Jancis Milburga nods in acceptance, repeating the location. "As you like, I do not understand keeping it between once another, but I will meet you there."

Gareth Evershield pats her arm once more. "Go, make your rounds. The masses all need a little Jancis." He grins largely at her.

Barengar Armsbreaker shifts his gaze vaguely in the direction of Gareth and Jancis for a moment at the mention of a manor, a low hum rumbling in his chest before he returns to listening to conversation between the two arcanists.

Jancis Milburga: "A little. Compared to you I am!"

Gareth Evershield looks up at the sky, nodding at the location of the sun, before lightly jogging off.

 

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Edda Eglantine turns to Chuchukepa. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Chuchukepa Hohokepa frowns to himself once more, murmuring something resembling "mass silliness."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "P-perhaps better not to ask me, Miss Edda... though... I suppose the stories were amusing, anyroad."

Edda Eglantine: "That is good, then. You seemed rather amused by Sir Tau's story."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa grimaces at the memory. "D-did I? I don't recall..." He did recall though. He was internally fretting that Tau would cause an uproar as he was wont to do.

Edda Eglantine tilts her head. "Well, alright then. Were you going to add to the painting?"

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "I... well, I hadn't thought of it, but..." He creases his lips into a frown. "Perhaps... perhaps when the crowd clears some."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "What about you, Miss Edda? Will you add to it?"

Edda Eglantine hesitates. "... I am unsure. I do not think I have anything of value to add."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa casts a dubious glance at the "painting," now smattered with a mishmash of haphazard markings left by roughly a dozen people... then returns his gaze to Edda.

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "S-something tells me you'll be quite safe in... in leaving your signature, at the very least."

Edda Eglantine: "My signature? But it is not my painting..."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "But it was meant for everyone to mark, was it not?"

Edda Eglantine frowns. "Yes, and yet... A signature is left by the owner of a painting. My name has no place there, do you not agree?"

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "M-my only point was that surely... i-if I would add something to it, "He twists his mouth distastefully. "You could as well."

Edda Eglantine seems rather doubtful, but inclines her head in agreement nonetheless. "I will think on it. Perhaps when the crowds thin." Edda looks over Chuch's shoulder to the man standing behind him. "His accent, and story. He was an awful lot like Sir Tau, was he not?"

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "O-oh?" He follows Edda's gaze, before frowning in recollection. "Ah, the... the singer. O-of course..."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "I... I suppose there are some similarities between the fellow and Master Tau. They're b both loud, for instance..."

Edda Eglantine smiles. "Perhaps we should ask him."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "I-if you think it might be prudent... I'll allow you to broach that topic though, i-if you wouldn't mind." He gives a slight nod, apparently quite a bit more confident in Edda's social abilities than his own.

Edda Eglantine: "Alright." Edda stands and approaches the man, albeit cautiously.

Chuchukepa Hohokepa takes hold of a larger brush, glancing at the tip thoughtfully. He stares at the canvas for quite a long pause, looking tense like someone about to jump across a chasm.

Chuchukepa Hohokepa finally breaks and sweeps the brush in a quick up-and-down motion against the canvas. 

Chuchukepa Hohokepa sets the brush down and walks away quickly.

 

Franz Renatus quietly hums to himself, debating if he wants to add anything to the canvas.

Edda Eglantine stumbles over the uneven rocks, but manages not to fall flat on her face.

Edda Eglantine frowns at the painting, as if it offended her.

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Headin' out, ye two!

Jancis Milburga: "Be well, Tausen!"

Edda Eglantine: "Hm?"

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: See ye 'bouts, lass!

Edda Eglantine: "Oh, farewell, Sir Tau. Do take care."

Franz Renatus walks up to the canvas

Edda Eglantine: "..."

Edda Eglantine sighs in frustration.

Franz Renatus: "Been some time."

Edda Eglantine: "...Yes."

Franz Renatus smiles lightly. "I trust you've been well?"

Edda Eglantine matches his smile perfectly. "Of course."

Jana Ridah glances between Franz and Edda, but opts not to interrupt.

Edda Eglantine shifts, appraising and calm.

Franz Renatus: "That's good, I suppose." He isn't quite sure how to carry on the conversation, bringing up an old one. "Have you had time to practice cooking?"

Edda Eglantine: "No," Edda says slowly, and looks back to the canvas. "I have been busy with other things." She picks up a brush, suddenly inspired, but hesitates.

Franz Renatus motions to the canvas. "Draw or paint what you like. I'll not be a bother." He takes a few steps away.

Edda Eglantine side eyes Franz. "You are not." She looks back to the canvas and dips her brush in a gentle pink, and begins to paint a tiny briar rose at the bottom center of the canvas. It is remarkably life-like and practiced, that at a distance it might almost seem real. Finished, she sets the brush down and takes a step back.

Franz Renatus looks at the rose from a distance. "Pretty."

Edda Eglantine nods absently. "Yes, it is. It will be for some time, I imagine." She glances at Franz's feet expectantly, as if waiting for him to paint something.

Franz Renatus looks around for a brush and some red paint, walking over to the canvas.

Edda Eglantine inspects the canvas carefully, looking at each detail. She thinks she might see what Chuchukepa left but she cannot be sure.

Franz Renatus takes hold of the brush carefully, painting the face of a young-looking girl. It's no masterpiece by any means, but the features are easy enough to see.

Franz Renatus carefully returns the paint and brush to where they were previously, after finishing.

 

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Ciel Sauveterre: "A familiar face I've not seen in some time. Are you well, my friend?"

Syrress Detilderan: "A wonderful performance, as always Lady Ciel. And you're as lovely as ever." she smiled. "Quite well, I hope the same for you?"

Ciel Sauveterre: "Well enough, though traveling a fair bit more in the past moon than I have in some time."

Syrress Detilderan: "I hope your travels fair well then. Should you have some time to spare, perhaps we could meet again, for tea perhaps?"

Ciel Sauveterre smiles, "Certainly, I'd like that.  No doubt we have some catching up to do after so long."

Syrress Detilderan smiled warmly up at Ciel. "I shall look forward to it then. I'm anxious to hear how you and the others have been. I shall send word soon, and hope schedules allow our next visit to happen sooner, than later."

Ciel Sauveterre grins somewhat more brightly, "Things have been quiet when I haven't been abroad, but I'll look forward to hearing from you.  I should be relatively free for the next several suns."

Syrress Detilderan: "Wonderful.  I have a few as well that offer me no pressing matters. Until then, Lady Ciel, Twelve keep you." she smiled, bowing deeply after.

Ciel Sauveterre: "Twelve keep you, Lady Syrress I shall see you soon."

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J'azhar Tia lurches forward, scrambling to his feet and wends his way quickly towards the canvas as quickly as he can manage without tripping over the other pilgrims. When he gets there, however, he hesitates - before bypassing the brushes entirely, and dipping his fingers into a pot of vivid yellow paint. A bold smear upon the canvas - a circle, like in Ciel's story, bright and warm. Azeyma. The sun. And then, fingers still dripping yellow, he whirls away into the crowd once more.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont: ...let me guess, you mean to smear that on me as well?

Aiouxdaux Beaumont grins widely.

J'azhar Tia grins in return - and then entirely as though expecting Aioux to submit, reaches up to paint two sun-shine yellow streaks across his cheeks, one below each eye. Then, satisfied with his handiwork, he does the same to his own cheeks.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont bursts into laughter, leaning down to allow the Miqo'te to do so, "...ah, my friend. Perhaps you need a yellow circle upon your brow, to show that you are as sunborn as any of your kind can be."

J'azhar Tia reaches up again after a moment, eyes still dancing and tail still twitching instinctively to the beat of the drums, as though he is barely suppressing the urge to dance. Smearing some paint on his thumb, he draws a slightly lopsided yellow circle in the center of his own brow - and then a line running down from beneath Aioux's nose, all the way to the tip of his chin. "And for your very sunny, very bright way with words."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont snickers, "...you enjoyed yourself, then?"

J'azhar Tia: "Ah - I am sad that it is finished, most grieved," J'azhar says, bouncing a little on his toes. "I should have enjoyed very much to hear more songs; more music; even perhaps - well, just so."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont says, poking the Miqo'te's cheek gently, "You should have made bread for everyone. Buns for the hungry, yes? But perhaps next year. I believe we will be doing much the same. And on that note... will you accompany me to next year's pilgrimage?"

J'azhar Tia: "I shall. Although you know - " he claps his hands together, getting more yellow paint all over his fingers, "there is also in some days a, a - 'picnic' for those of the Still Shore. How great a spread I shall have to make; how great a feast, with the help of Miss Certia and I am certain also Valentinoix."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont laughs gently, "I shall come to that as well. Perhaps we should make it a date?"

J'azhar Tia: "You and your dates," J'azhar says indulgently. "I had rather you should make it a date with all of the Coral Sea, a grand - a  thing which is for..." J'azhar gestures vaguely (and yellowy), apparently having difficulty dredging up the word. "Qabeela," he says at last. "Biyt."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont asks, "...what do those words mean?"

J'azhar Tia: "...Tribe," J'azhar says at last, head dipping and swaying in time with the drums. "Home."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont says gently, "...well. It is coming to be just that, isn't it? For us both."

Vaughn Antain glances behind her briefly at J'azhar and Aioux with a small smile.

J'azhar Tia: "Something akin," J'azhar says, though he doesn't quite meet Aioux's eyes as he says it. "But you will come, yes? I am glad."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods, "I will come... and now, I want to add some color to the canvas up there. Come with me?"

J'azhar Tia nods happily and follows along behind Aioux, hands held away from his white shirt. If anyone finds themselves with yellow handprints upon their clothing when they get home... sorry.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont glances at J'azhar, hesitating, "...mm, what color, do you think? Red?"

J'azhar Tia: "Red," J'azhar says. "Or blue. A bold blue - of the sea and the sky. Red or blue."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont glances back, then nods and dips his fingers in the red paint and smears it across the canvas. A mass of red which, after some smearing, comes to look like waves of the ocean, and a small half circle upon the horizon. All in shades of red and white, "...mm, there. Fitting?"

J'azhar Tia: "A horizon?" J'azhar guesses. "Wide and open and the sun - rising? upon it? Yes? Very good; I like it. I like it very much, Aioux."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont laughs, "...setting. Red in the night, sailor's delight."

J'azhar Tia lets out a sudden bark of laughter, loud and belly-deep, before half-heartedly kicking Aioux's shin. "And for that you say I am the brat."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont snickers, "It's an old saying, Jaz! Red in the morning, sailor's forewarning. Red in the night, sailor's delight. It means that red skies at night mean good weather is on the horizon... and believe me, good weather means time to mend sails, repair damage, fish and cook. All the little things that are difficult to impossible in a storm."

J'azhar Tia: "...Good," J'azhar says. "Very good - just so, kurunbi. Most apt. Good weather, for the building."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods, pulling a cloth from a pocket to wipe his gloves off on, "Mm. Because such things are forgotten in storms and chaos, and when it is clear it is time to see they are done before another storm hits."

J'azhar Tia: "For that they are the things which are the most important. Which must hold. Even if there are those as consider them - small things. Lowly things. Not at all lofty. Just so. - Come," he says then, extending a hand to Aioux... and after a moment's consideration, extending his elbow instead.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont smirks, threading his arm with J'azhar's, "Come? Where are you thinking, my friend?"

J'azhar Tia: "Not far," J'azhar says. Not far at all, as it turns out; with Aioux in tow, J'azhar beelines directly over to Jancis and Tau, waiting breathlessly for a pause in their conversation before interjecting: "Well met, Miss Janis; Tau."

 

Jancis Milburga looks at J'azhar and beams, "Lord J'azhar. Aiouxdaux. So happy you are both here."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont smiles, "This was an excellent event as always, Jancis."

J'azhar Tia and Aioux both have yellow paint daubed upon their faces - stripes beneath their eyes, a yellow sun in the center of J'azhar's forehead and a thick line from Aioux's nose down to the end of his chin. "I had wished - I shall not at all detain you, only wished to say how very much I had enjoyed the..." he gestures around them. "How very much - I was very glad to have experienced it. Many things close to my heart."

Jancis Milburga: "It was! The stories were so creative! I am beyond overwhelmed."

J'azhar Tia: "And Tau also - Aioux had remarked quite as soon as you stepped forward that always you have the most marvelous, the most remarkable stories, and again he was proven correct."

Jancis Milburga stares at J'azhar and Aioux. "Hehehe, you are both works of art!"

Aiouxdaux Beaumont says, "I was glad to have attended, and indeed, Tau does always have the best stories."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont: ...and yes, J'azhar decided we were canvases, as well.

J'azhar Tia waggles his yellow-painted fingers, grinning hopefully. "I had hoped that perhaps - as a gesture as who should say of thanks - that you should permit me to...?"

Jancis Milburga: "Oh. Forgive me I did mean it more in a figurative sense... but you both look glowing.. permit you to what, Lord J'azhar?"

J'azhar Tia gestures towards Jancis' face, looking a mite sheepish. "To do for you as well. A canvas. Yes?"

Jancis Milburga lights up realizing J'azhar's intent and laughs. She pulls down the hood of her robe and stands still, channeling her inner canvas. "Yes."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont laughs, "...ah, perhaps I'm glowing because I simply have enjoyed myself so much recently."

Jancis Milburga: "I am glad to hear that. You made everyone feel far more comfortable the other eve when we were talking. Lord Locke was also happy to see I was okay after your help."

J'azhar Tia beams in return, leaning in promptly - and without the slightest hesitation, uses his fingers to paint two yellow circles. Two more suns, bright and warm, one on each of Jancis' temples, above her eyes. "There," he says satisfied. "Miss Jancis, wise and warm, and thinking always of how to make things brighter."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont says gently, "Fitting. And I tend to like others to be comfortable and well. It's just part of who I am, I guess."

Jancis Milburga blinks and fails to stay too still as she cannot stop smiling at the face paint. Staring at J'azhar with wide eyes and repeats the words quietly he said. Her eyes squint up with happiness. "Thank you."

Barengar Armsbreaker quietly directs his gaze over toward J'azhar as he decides upon the canvas that he wished to use for his contribution. A single, low chuckle finds itself caught in the highlander's throat as he bobs his head to the side.

J'azhar Tia waggles his fingers again, looking every bit as bright as the yellow paint; as the sun upon his forehead. "And to you also, Miss Jancis, for all the kindness which you have shown." And just like that, he's gone, bounding away amongst the crowd in search of other victims. Er, canvases.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont grins at Jancis, "...I have not seen him so happy... well. Ever. I am in the debt of the Still Shore for that alone. It makes my heart sing to see that smile on his face."

Jancis Milburga: "Might needs to take some of these paints with you both... if they make him that happy."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont pauses, then nods, "You're right. I think I will do so. And now... I had best follow him." Turning, he see Jadoth and grins, "Well well, it's the kitten. Hey there!"

 

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Jadoth Bloodreign: Hi. Didn't know you'd be here.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont: Nor I you. I saw you guarding the event... thank you for your work while we celebrated.

Jadoth Bloodreign blinks. "Um... no need to thank me..." He grins sheepishly. "It was something to do! Experience!"

Jadoth Bloodreign: You've got paint on you, by the way.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods, "Experience is always good. Every experience in which you learn something can be a good thing."

Jadoth Bloodreign: There's a lot of familiar faces around. I bumped into a few people I saw at the Grindstone... the man with the magic book is here, too. Wonder if they're looking to experience new things, too?

Aiouxdaux Beaumont smiles, "Or they're coming to a well received social event."

Jadoth Bloodreign: Oh. That's a possibility too, I guess. I've only really been to the Grindstone.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont says gently, "...if you'd excuse me, I need just a bit. It's been very exciting and I could use a few moments to catch my breath."

Jadoth Bloodreign nods, his ears flicking. "Alright!"

Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods, wandering to the side.

 

Chuchukepa Hohokepa stares at J'azhar wordlessly for a moment, as though set aghast by the face painting.

Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "Ser, you um... y-you have a little..." He trails off, gesturing to his own forehead.

J'azhar Tia smiles back at Chuchukepa, blithely unselfconscious, before grinning at Val as well. "Perhaps it was not much - but such after all is the lesson in part of the evening, yes? That such small things, such contributions - the making and the mending and suchlike, are quite the most important sort of thing."

Chuchukepa Hohokepa thins his lips a bit, considering J'azhar's observation... but still taking a small step back.

J'azhar Tia: "...And I also," J'azhar says, looking down at the paint upon his fingers: bold and bright and sunshine-warm. "I enjoy very much to share with those of the Still Shore the - the food, the skills, such small labour as I may provide, which also is the labour in my tribe. The heart of things. Just so." He seems - abashed.

J'azhar Tia , picking at some of the paint beneath his nails, wanders off in search of... where the hells did Aioux go?

J'azhar Tia has procured a scrap of cloth from... somewhere, and is wiping the yellow paint off his hands with middling success as he wanders back over to Aioux, looking a little more subdued than before.

J'azhar Tia: "Yes," J'azhar says brightly, though he seems somewhat in mourning for the loss of the drums. "I am very glad; most glad to have come. And to have - " he gestures slightly at Aioux's face, "and for Miss Jancis also."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont says gently, "I enjoyed myself, very much. And I also am glad for the face paint. I haven't seen you quite so happy in a long while."

J'azhar Tia: "Ah, well - the music," J'azhar says with a lopsided shrug and a grin. "And the talk of building, and making, and mending, and such work; I was well reminded... Had perhaps I think conducted myself somewhat too eagerly now that I think upon it."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont reaches up and tugs on a lock of J'azhar's hair gently, "No, you were perfect. I was happy to see you so happy. Jancis has suggested we take some of the paints home with us."

J'azhar Tia: "Well. It did not seem..." J'azhar twiddles his thumb a little awkwardly, but then shrugs with a determinedly philosophical sort of air. "In any case - the paints? Certainly Miss Jancis is very kind, although I have not at all a notion what I might do with them."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont shrugs, "Paint. I will get you canvas, we can paint in our free time. Or you can. Or perhaps you can decorate things."

J'azhar Tia: "...That seems a very - lavish sort of..." J'azhar looks away, and then looks back, uncertain. "I have not very much done such manner of thing. To paint only on canvas for the sake of painting. At leisure."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont says gently, "Old ship's canvas, hung across the wall. We can paint and paint... but truth be told, anything beautiful is functional in it's own way. Perhaps it's time you did something for sake of doing it alone."

J'azhar Tia: "Then - yes," J'azhar says, yellow sun on his forehead creasing slightly as he looks surprised at... what? Himself, perhaps. "That in fact sounds most... diverting. Yes. I should like that very much. An old canvas upon the wall, to paint upon. Yes."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont smiles at that, "I'll see it done, then. An old canvas should be easy to get."

J'azhar Tia nods, looking away for a moment as his hands fidget distractedly with the paint-smeared cloth in his hand, folding it and refolding it, before scratching at his chest (and leaving, of course, a yellow smudge right in the center. "...I shall help you to hang it," he says, looking back.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont gives a little laugh, "Good... and look at that, you've gotten yourself messy. We should fix that."

J'azhar Tia: "Hm?" Strange pensiveness abruptly shattered, J'azhar looks down at himself in some alarm - only to sag in relief upon discovering the paint is on his chest, rather than upon his nice, white shirt.

 

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Aiouxdaux Beaumont smirks, going to scoop the man up in his arms, "Perhaps I should get you clean, eh?"

J'azhar Tia: "Kurunbi," he tsks reprovingly. "Ah - well, it is not so grave; no more grave than when I am muddied in hunting or chopping the wood or - oof."

J'azhar Tia: "...You had better not be about to throw me in the - "

Aiouxdaux Beaumont is, in fact, already on his way to the water, "Mm? What was that now?"

J'azhar Tia: "No. Aioux. I will take your other ear. I will wrap you in the canvas and they shall never find yyyyyy-" J'azhar's banshee screech ends abruptly in a loud splash and an indefinably outraged burbling.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont bursts into laughter, grinning widely, "...what was that? I seem to have gotten paint in my ear." He pretends to clean it out with a finger.

J'azhar Tia rises from the water with a hideous, gurgling gasp, arms held out as water cascades off him. He looks like... well, like a drowned rat, yellow sun and stripes starting to streak down his face.

Jancis Milburga looks up at the outburst over at the waterside by Aioux, but seeing him there calms back down, "Everything all right?"

Aiouxdaux Beaumont laughs harder, "...oh gods..." Like an idiot he grins over at Jancis, "Yes! We're fine! Jaz is just taking a bath!"

Jancis Milburga stands up on her toes to look at the matted-hair miqo'te. "Such is the ordeals an artist must needs suffer through!"

J'azhar Tia takes advantage of this moment of distraction, and launches himself at Aioux like a tiny, bedraggled, entirely sodden avenging angel, sending them both splashing into the shallows.

Jancis Milburga: "I only have a handkerchief, Lord J'azhar. But it is yours if it will help."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont yelps as he's suddenly dragged into the water by Jaz in his moment of distraction, flopping in with a large splash, "Ack! I can't swiiiiiim. Save me Jaz!" He's totally playing it up, he can totally swim.

J'azhar Tia: "I shall use it to - gag him - " J'azhar grunts. You know, as though he's going to win this little wrestling match.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont is laughing, even if he's mock flailing and letting Jaz dunk him.

Jancis Milburga cannot help but laugh as she hears the water trashing around. She brings up a hand to blur her big smile and murmurs an apology to Asmodean.

J'azhar Tia , like a dog who has caught his own tail and must suddenly face the reality that follows, realizes that he isn't entirely certain what he hoped to get out of this particular endeavor, besides A) soaking Aioux in turn, which has been achieved, and B) perhaps glopping a handful of mud atop Aioux's head. Which he does. Only then does he roll off the elezen, hauling himself a little further up out of the shallows.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont wrinkles his nose at the sudden mud in his hair, letting Jaz go and ducking under the water. He laughs, "Ahhhh... revenge is sweet, no?"

J'azhar Tia: "Quite so sweet as honey," J'azhar says, satisfied. "As a morning with no more to do than to lay abed. ...Only as now it occurs to me that it is night in the Shroud, and I am quite wet through, and I cannot well ask you for your dry coat." Hmm.

Aiouxdaux Beaumont chuckles, "...I'll just have to figure out how to warm you up, yes?" He pauses for a moment, then suggests, "...maybe a campfire."

J'azhar Tia: "Just so," J'azhar muses. "Or there is perhaps a fire above in..." he nods towards the looming bulk of Camp Tranquil, "or indeed the inn where last we rested after we had come here to aid Riddle."

Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods, "Mm... or I can simply dry you off and we can go home."

J'azhar Tia: "...You certainly are welcome to make the attempt," J'azhar says, raising his eyebrows skeptically even as he sloshes to his feet, wincing slightly at the squish of wet leathers and fleece.

J'azhar Tia bows with an elaborate, flowery flourish of his hand. Lead the way, it seems to say.

J'azhar Tia offers a damp wave as well as he departs in Aioux's wake.

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Vaughn Antain walks up to the bush in front of her and gently taps the branches with her booted foot.

Angora Khilo chokes and shifts to stare up at Vaughn.

Vaughn Antain chuckles. "Going to come out, sweetie?"

Angora Khilo frowns and remains in her spot, her eyes shifting to a few others she knew in the crowd. She eventually sighs and stands as she fights her way out of the bush.

Vaughn Antain reaches out to pick a few twigs out of Angora's hair before trying to pull her into a tight hug. "I've missed you, you know."

Angora Khilo shakes her head around and her ears twitch as she brushes some of the leaves out of her hair. "I...am surprised you recognized me. Though I suppose the mask is a bit of a giveaway."

Vaughn Antain smiles. "I know what my wards look like, their manner of dress, posture... Especially my favorite one."

Angora Khilo huffs and crosses her arms, flattening her ears. "I am not that predictable, am I?" Her gaze shifts as she spots Syrress. She freezes up a bit before quickly looking back to Vaughn.

Vaughn Antain chuckles. "You are you. That is all it is."

Syrress Detilderan: "Tis good to see you are well, Angora."

Angora Khilo coughs and rubs her neck. "Y-You as well, Syrress..."

Syrress Detilderan glanced between the two, smiling warmly, not wanting to interrupt their conversation, gathering they'd not seen each other in a few sons. She bowed her head politely to the pair. "It was good to see you again, Vaughn. I hope this is not a rarity."

Vaughn Antain nods to Syrress. "I hope not as well. You do know you are still welcome to our house, yes? Both of you?" She glances to Angora as well.

Angora Khilo bites her lip. "D-Did you ever get my letter, Syrress. I know it was sent...at least a moon ago, but..." She looks up to Vaughn and pauses before nodding. "Of course."

Syrress Detilderan: "Of course. I trust the danger that followed us has passed. Tis my hopes to pay a visit very soon, perhaps the next sun if time permits."

Vaughn Antain smiles. "Good. I am glad."

Syrress Detilderan: "Many a night has been in worry since reading it."

Angora Khilo nods. "I've...meant to meet with you. I promise."

Syrress Detilderan smiled warmly. "Tis alright. As long as you are well, and trouble does not follow." she smiled. "Enjoy catching up  with our dear Vaughn, you're well aware of where to find me later." she smiled, bowing deeply to both before excusing herself.

Vaughn Antain smiles at Angora, glancing at the pair behind them once more. "Ah, I should probably take my leave as well. Jaques does worry with me in the Twelveswood, even if he doesn't say so."

Angora Khilo nods quickly. "O-Of course. I should...be heading back north. There is much I am dealing with there. I'd thought of staying to talk to Ms. Jancis, but the subject is not one for such a nice gathering as this." She pauses. "...Have you any knowledge of how Eva is?"

Vaughn Antain shakes her head. "Unfortunately not. She up and left shortly after you and Lady Syrress did. I haven't heard word from her. It's...distressing."

Angora Khilo frowns. "I see. She told me she was leaving, but not to where. I'd hoped she'd possibly stopped by the Rose between then and now. It is possible that her friend Lho'a might know...or possibly Ms. Jana. But knowing Eva, she probably told no one and disappeared as she does."

Vaughn Antain nods. "I do hope she's alright. She's a reckless one."

Angora Khilo nods. "I believe Eva can handle herself...but I swear she gets into things a bit over her head sometimes."

Vaughn Antain nods. "That she does." She looks up at the crowd around the canvas. "Ah, it's still crowded. I'm sure my prayers will be heard either way. By a paintbrush here or the harp strings at home." She turns back to Angora with a smile. "Take care of yourself, and don't be a stranger."

Angora Khilo smiles. "I will make it a point to visit more often when I can."

Vaughn Antain gives Angora Khilo a big hug.

Vaughn Antain: "Until we meet again, Lady Angora."

Angora Khilo huffs. "Just Angora. You know you don't have to call me by fancy things."

Vaughn Antain chuckles and nods.

Angora Khilo nods. "I must leave again...but I will stick around a little longer if you wish to talk."

Angora Khilo nods. "The Mists, then."

Angora Khilo turns and stares at Jana for a moment before quickly making her way out of the area. Sooner she was away from all the Morbols, the better.

 

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Blake Forester picks up a brush with dalamud red paint added to it. He then finds an empty enough space to start his drawing. He is careful with each stroke, deliberately planning out a rather elaborate chunk of artwork. What is produced is al khan khee, an endless walk or hammer. A seemingly endless knot.  (( http://i.imgur.com/nalnSYn.png )) Blake took a step back and stared up at the work.

Jadoth Bloodreign grabs a brush, dunking it into some metal-gray paint. He draws a sword on the canvas - one that resembles the sword tied to his belt.

Jadoth Bloodreign: ...And... there.

Blake Forester smirks at Jadoth. "And here I thought you were going with magic."

Jadoth Bloodreign blinks. "Magic? Why?"

Blake Forester: "Last I had seen you you were trying to talk to that arcanist individual and others about magic."

Jadoth Bloodreign: Well, the sword is something I have. Magic is... it's just a dream right now.

Blake Forester looks up to the painting and then back down to Jadoth. "We aren't much without our dreams I suppose. The idea of maybe someday, you know?"

Jadoth Bloodreign nods. "Yeah, yeah..." He smiles faintly. "There's a little fuzzy thing on your shoulder, by the way."

Blake Forester: "There usually is... Listen, it seems like things have thinned out a bit. I think I'm going to split. I'll see you at the Grindstone?"

Jadoth Bloodreign nods. "Yeah. I'll be there - see you later!"

 

Valentinoix Thibault turns to retreat down the rock but nearly bumps into tau. "Ah, Tausenadel. I did not hear thou approachest."

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: I'm quite sneaky for a lad o' me size! Hope ye had a good time here, Val.

Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, I do enjoy the stories. Thy stories never cease to entertain.

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Bah, jus' speakin' the truth! ...aye, the truth!

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn hesitates for a moment before nodding.

Valentinoix Thibault: The truth can be quite entertaining delivered by a well versed story teller.

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn waves a dismissive hand at Val, chuckling. "Well, thank ye, lad.

Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap thou shalt share a story or two at the picnic in a few suns.

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Aye, that's the plan!

Valentinoix Thibault: Wonderful. I do hope such an endeavor is enjoyable.

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Indeed! Anyroad, goin' to wand'r 'bout, lad. See ye 'round!

Valentinoix Thibault: Go thee well.

Valentinoix Thibault squeezes by people and nearly slips off the rock. Damn bright lights.

 

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Erik Mynhier: Look at the art here, some good others not, there is a lot though.

Cliodhna Eoghan Nods lightly. "Quite a few pictures already added to the canvas....What are you going to draw?"

Erik Mynhier: I am not sure. My goals are cloudy these days, most have been met.

Cliodhna Eoghan Smiles lightly. "Have they now?"

Erik Mynhier: I know....

Erik Mynhier draws two interlocked rings with a bell below them.

 

Jancis Milburga: "Tausen!"

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Aye, lass?

Jancis Milburga: "It was so good of you to come. And your story was a little sweeter than usual. More believable I dare say."

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Ye think so? But all o' me stories are the truth!

Jancis Milburga smiles in good humor at Tausen. "Forgive me! Yes, yes they are. Just, ah, then I suppose it was one of your more calm ones."

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Ah, that it was! I'm glad ye 'njoyed it, lass. The oth'r tales were right touchin', though.

Jancis Milburga: They were.. touching. Very close to the heart and personal most of them."

Jancis Milburga looks up at Tausen, "How is your firelizard fairing?"

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn grins, baring his teeth. "Oh gods, he's a monst'r, he is. I'll have to show ye soon, I didn't think they'd grow so fast."

Jancis Milburga: "Grow so fast? Well is he taking up your bed now? You must needs rest yourself Tausen cannot be sharing your bed with beasts constantly."

Barengar Armsbreaker flicks his gaze over his shoulder, brow rising slightly at the mention of a 'firelizard' in the context of husbandry.

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Can't be helped sometimes, lass! 'ntil they know their t'rritory, they jus' take what they can. An' 'ntil this lad in particul'r is broken in, he sort o'...gets the run o' the place.

Jancis Milburga: "Some people have mixed colors into new tones! There is still some space for others if you have not had a chance yet."

Jancis Milburga looks at Tausen puzzled, "But you called yourself Alpha before, no? We can mayhaps get another room or he can spend time with the chocobos and the hay."

Barengar Armsbreaker snorts slightly, stifling a chuckle as Tausenadel describes the trials of raising the more ornery of beasts.

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn rubs the back of his head. "Seems uh..." He whispers 'dragons' very softly. "...don't have that type o' family system. No 'mount o' chest puffin' or smold'rin' starin' seems to take. But that doesn't mean he ain't trainable!"

Jancis Milburga: "Oh... but is he not one of many? You mentioned other eggs before, Tausen. A clutch."

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: Oh he is! He was jus' the first that hatched out. I'm keepin' the oth'rs a lil' cool'r so they give me a few weeks long'r. Have to learn how to keep'un o' them from burnin' the house down a'fore I can keep eight o' them.

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: But once I have it in hand, it won't be too big a deal!

Barengar Armsbreaker blinks once before silently mouthing the word 'eight' with a relatively surprised look on his face.

Jancis Milburga repeats 'eight' quietly... the amount soaking in. "Well. I could try helping. I would take good care of the little ones for you. I am all right with the Pumpcoblyn."

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: That ye are, lass! An' I'd 'ppreciate the help. Mayhap I'll call 'pon ye in the next few days, aye?

Jancis Milburga nods in agreement with Tausen. "Next few days. I will be ready and waiting."

Tausenadel Geispyrsyn: I'm goin' to shove off, lass, check up on things now that we're talkin' 'bout it. Thank ye so much for settin' this up 'gain!

 

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Cliodhna Eoghan Brushes her fingers lightly on Erik's arm before leaving. "I'm going to paint something a moment....Be right back."

Cliodhna Eoghan Kneels down and picks a rolanberry colored paint, gaze fixated on the canvas; teeth worrying her bottom lip in thought. After a long pause she paints what looks like two different sized hands. the first one with smaller, cubby fingers. the latter one bearing slender fingers and long nails. Sighing quietly; she dusts the dirt from her knees and stands.

Cliodhna Eoghan: .....Quite the hat you have there.....

Oscare Iono: "Hiya Clio."

Cliodhna Eoghan "Hey Boots." Grins. "You skin that yourself?"

Oscare Iono: "Yep."

Oscare Iono: "This the canvas everyone was talking about?"

Cliodhna Eoghan: It is, you have something you want to add?

Oscare Iono: "I do, I just don't know what..."

Oscare Iono scratches at his cheek idly.

Cliodhna Eoghan Motions to the paints and brushes. "Let me scoot out of the way then." Grins again

Oscare Iono: "You got any ideas?"

Cliodhna Eoghan: Not too sure what you wish to improve on....maybe smile a bit more?

Oscare Iono: "I meant what to draw, Clio."

Oscare Iono: "Not about myself."

Cliodhna Eoghan Waves him off. "I meant you could draw a smile since you could stand to improve your mood a little, but it was light teasing, Boots." Bites back another giggle. "Are you having a hard time with anything or something physical you're trying to make? You could draw something in reference to that."

Oscare Iono taps his chin in thought before facing the canvas again. He kneels down to start his brush strokes, painting a small circle cut in half, one side shaded and the other not. The shaded side had a frown while the unshaded side was smiling, giving it a strange sideways S-look. He backs away after placing the tools back. "How's that?"

Cliodhna Eoghan Eyes the drawing, "Looks good Boots,  I approve." Nods for emphasis with her statement.

Oscare Iono scratches idly at his cheek again in response, giving a stern nod when Clio did. "Ah, alright."

Cliodhna Eoghan: So....Where did the uh...hat come from?

Kepolo Kana calls up rather loudly. "Good job wolf-man."

Cliodhna Eoghan Gestures again to the odd headgear

Oscare Iono: "It's called a 'wolf', Clio. You know, quad pedal canine like animals?"

Cliodhna Eoghan: I'm aware of what a wolf is....I'm more curious why you're wearing part of it like a hat....

Oscare Iono: "It's part of my hunting outfit. If you duck on tall grass, it looks like a wolf to smaller animals, making them an easy nab."

Cliodhna Eoghan "Fair enough...." Reaches up to tug on one of the ears. "Oh....The fur's softer than I'd imagine.....Got enough of it lying around to make a coat?" Grins

Kepolo Kana waves to Oscare Iono.

Kepolo Kana: "Bye-Bye Wolf-man!"

Oscare Iono: "No, I wish."

Oscare Iono: "The wolves are hard to hunt."

Cliodhna Eoghan "So that's a no then?" Tilts her head to the side. "I guess that explains why you're only wearing the hat..."

Oscare Iono: "If I did, I'd be wearing the coat.... but."

Oscare Iono: "I don't."

Cliodhna Eoghan "I'm sure you'll catch another one or two....enough to make a coat eventually." Nods again, wondering how he caught the first one.

Oscare Iono: "In any case, enjoy your evening, Clio."

Cliodhna Eoghan: You too

 

Cliodhna Eoghan Notices Franz behind her; glancing over his shoulder, watching the painting emerge.

Cliodhna Eoghan Glances back from the painting to Franz, giving him a small wave in greeting

Franz Renatus: "Hmm?"

Cliodhna Eoghan: How are you Franz?

Franz Renatus: "I'm well, mostly. Did you enjoy the words?"

Cliodhna Eoghan Nods, "I did but I'd like to catch up later if you have time? I want a quick word with Janis before leaving."

Erik Mynhier: Clio, did you see what I drew?

Cliodhna Eoghan Inches her way over to Jancis.

Cliodhna Eoghan Stops and glances back at Erik. "Hmm? What did you draw darling?"

Erik Mynhier: Good, it will not come true if you notice it.

Cliodhna Eoghan: I'm not sure if the rules of wishing stars applies to a rock honey...

Cliodhna Eoghan Giggles lightly, curling an arm around his waist

Erik Mynhier: Let us go home Love.

Gareth Evershield: Safe travels, Captain. Lieutenant.

Erik Mynhier: You as well Gareth.

Cliodhna Eoghan Casts a glance back in Jancis' direction. "Alright...Seems she's busying anyhow; I'll send a note later." Snuggles into Erik before letting him lead them home.

 

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Barengar Armsbreaker glances about at those gathered before making his way of to the side and leans back against one of the various crates.

Barengar Armsbreaker slowly pushes himself to his feet, turning his attention to the canvas with a thoughtful expression.

Barengar Armsbreaker presses his lips into a fine line for a moment before making his way up the large stone.

Barengar Armsbreaker stood at the rear of those gathered before the canvas, painting their contributions. He was not even quite certain why he was considering adding something himself, yet here he was.

Barengar Armsbreaker took in a full breath before grunting and simply stepping toward the canvas and taking a brush of blue paint.

Barengar Armsbreaker was far from an accomplished artist , but he would put forth his best effort into the task. As he did with everything he chose to do. He took his time and, by the time he was finished, the was one woad-blue shark painted upon the canvas. Though to some it might appear to be a simple fish, it was enough for the Ala Mhigan as he gave a firm nod and took a step back; brush discarded.

Barengar Armsbreaker continued to allow his gaze to linger of the image he had left upon the canvas, a low hum in the air immediately around him. Eventually he'd give a shake of his head and shed the thoughtful expression.

Barengar Armsbreaker glances over his shoulder and then around the area of the large stone before backing himself up toward the edge, quietly watching those that arrived to paint upon the communal canvas.

Jancis Milburga smiles then looks at Barengar. "So do you think that canvas has dried enough?"

Barengar Armsbreaker shifts his gaze toward Jancis after watching the others depart, his head tipping to the side slightly before glancing over his shoulder, "I figure we can check?"

Jancis Milburga nods once and trots back over to climb up the rock. "I have another piece to cover it and roll it. Is odd to hear you both speak about me; not that I heard every word."

Barengar Armsbreaker tracks Jancis' movement until the require him to make and complete about-face. Now turned toward the canvas and the stone proper, Barengar crosses the distance with a slight tip of his head. "Yer not used ta it?"

Jancis Milburga: "People talking about me, no."

Barengar Armsbreaker presses his lips into a thin line as he turns to examine the collage of small paintings that covered the canvas, "Ya handle it well." he murmured.

[Jancis]

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Fay Peoki: Well...what's all this madness now?

 

Madness? Madness??

 

This... is... RP!!

 

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Chuchukepa Hohokepa finally breaks and sweeps the brush in a quick up-and-down motion against the canvas. He takes a step back to survey his work. His addition looks like a dying cow flying through the air, pierced by bananas.

Chuchukepa Hohokepa sets the brush down and walks away quickly.

Edda Eglantine inspects the canvas carefully, looking at each detail. She thinks she might see what Chuchukepa left - a dead bear pierced by bananas - but she cannot be sure.

 

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Erik Mynhier: I will have need of you tonight Gareth.

Erik Mynhier: (not a pick up line lol)

 

Franz Renatus lightly hops off the rock, headed north. "It was nice, Jancis. Thank you."

Jancis Milburga snaps up as she sees Franz, "..."

You wave to Franz Renatus.

Edda Eglantine >> rude ))

>> Edda Eglantine: So rude!!)0

Edda Eglantine >> we should kill him ))

>> Edda Eglantine: Mwahahaha... eh but putting the effort in might make him think we care))

Edda Eglantine >> L O L! SOOOOOO true, I could not agree more ))

>> Edda Eglantine: ♥

 

Cliodhna Eoghan >> janxjon? *teasing* ;p ]

>> Cliodhna Eoghan: GAH

>> Cliodhna Eoghan: Hahaha I knew that was coming!

 

Cliodhna Eoghan: busying? >.>; busy i meant busy]

Chachanji Gegenji: The act of being busy. Busying. ))

Cliodhna Eoghan: luls ty chachan]

 

 

 

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Thanks to everyone once more, a couple more times, for another fantastic and fun event. ♥[/align]

 

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[Jancis]

Dear Master John,

 

I am overwhelmed by the memories you have captured of this sun; surely the Builder Himself is smiling.

 

I shall do my best to cherish this gift and keep it from harm regardless of what may come. You are an endearing and kind friend (and forgive my boldness in such a statement) which understand the true art of healing is in these little details.

 

Holding this book it seems that it says so much simply by looking at it even though there are no words to be read.

 

Be well and safe,

                           Jancis Milburga

 

 

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