Wuk Lamat stretches her arms and yawns as she walks along the docks that connect the For’ard Cabins. She figures if she got up early enough, she could attend to some of her personal items before the work of being the Vow of Resolve took over her day.
And today, she wants to visit Beau.
Approaching the door to her cabin she happily knocks. It is only then that she realises that her early morning may be too early for Ar’beunti. The damage already done, Lamat stands by the door for a few moments to see if the door would be answered.
It doesn’t take long before both the door and the person behind it groan. The door slowly cracks open and Wuk Lamat spots Beau groggily looking up at her through the small gap in the door.
“Oh, hey Lamaty’i.” The exhaustion in her voice is unmistakable. Wuk Lamat takes a step back in embarrassment as she has definitely disturbed Beau’s sleep.
“Sorry, Beau. I didn’t consider the time. I can let you get back to sleep.” Beau opens the door fully, revealing her to still be in her day outfit. In addition, she has some rectangular glasses resting on her nose.
“Nah, I just haven’t slept.” She walks away as the door slowly swings the rest of the way open. Wuk Lamat tentatively walks in. The room otherwise is in order if not for the dozens and dozens of crumpled up papers scattered on and around the central table.
“Ah, I didn’t know you wore glasses, Beau,” Wuk Lamat says, trying to tackle the many peculiar things up with this scene.
“Up until yesterday, I didn’t. Thought I’d try testing them out and well…” Beau gestures to the balls of paper.
“Oh, what have you been reading?”
“Writing, actually.”
“Is it alright if I sneak a peek?” Lamat walks along the table and spots a still in progress paper. Dear mom and dad. Lamat quickly moves her eyes away and toward the ceiling to avoid reading any further. “Oh, I’m sorry, Beau! I didn’t expect them to be about private things.” Beau seems unfazed.
“Well, then at least my handwriting isn’t as bad as I thought if you can tell what it’s about.” Beau rubs the back of her head as she sits down in front of the letter in progress. Lamat makes her way to the chair opposite Beau and sits down with her. “I haven’t written in a while, and I tried thinking of something to write about and…” Beau crumples up the work-in-progress and tosses it to the floor. “...you could say I got invested.” Lamat takes note of the dark circles under Beau's eyes. She really hasn't slept in a while.
“You haven’t talked about your parents before.” Beau leans back in her chair and looks up to the ceiling.
“For good reason. It’s…” Beau's shoulders act of their own volition, tensing against her.
“Complicated?”
“Yeah.” Beau leans forward and grabs another piece of paper from a pile on the table and sets it in front of her. “But with Namikka and your dad…” Both their hearts sink, having lost them the way they did. That neither of them could see Wuk Lamat as she is now. “There has been so much talk of family lately… and here I am with both my parents still around…” Beau pauses for a moment, exhaustion, both emotionally and physically, catching up to her. “I've been thinking that maybe I can share my mom and dad with you.”
“Share them?” Lamat tilts her head, the wording feeling wrong.
“I don't know.” Throws away the idea, knowing it is built on a shaky foundation of poor word choice and a non existent relationship with her parents. She puts her head in her hands, only to have her glasses squished in between them. She hurriedly takes them off and tosses them on the table, frustrated with them.
Wuk Lamat feels lost. Beau's family history has not come up before, but the anguish she is seeing right now paints quite the picture of her feelings about it. The Vow of Resolve reaches across the table and grabs one of Beau's hands in her own.
“Let me help you,” Wuk Lamat says with urgency. Beau looks up to see a face of caring and determination looking back at her. “Let me help you,” she repeats, softer this time. “You and Lehon'a helped me get where I am today. We helped the people of Alexandria and all of Tural. Now let me help you.” There is conviction in her voice, as though this has been decided. Beau squeezes Lamat's hand as to acknowledge what she has said, but not quite sure to accept it.
“I appreciate it, but even if I did write something, I'm not going to send it. Just use it to vent, then I'll probably burn all of these.” She points with her thumb to a pile of crumpled balls of failed writing. Beau's deflection is not going to work on Lamat as she furrows her brow.
“Then let me help you write, even if it's going to a fire afterward. You don't have to do this alone. We might not be here to repair a relationship with your parents, but maybe we can at least help it not weigh so much on you.” Lamat has decided. Beau smiles and sighs, for better or for worse, she isn't getting rid of her girlfriend this morning.
Wuk Lamat stands and brings her chair around the table to sit beside Beau. “Let's get writing then.”
Beau grabs her glasses off the table and puts them back on her face. She picks up her pen and hovers it over her page for a moment, takes a deep breath and starts writing again.
Beau sounds out the words as she puts them to paper, allowing Lamat to hear her history without having to read over her shoulder.
It is slow, but it allows her to really hear the parts that hurt Beau, make Beau angry, and surprisingly, where Beau has sympathy for her parents.
More and more pages get crumpled up, ripped, and torn. Wuk Lamat is there to pick them up and tidy them away to be cathartically set ablaze later.
One more ball of anger, resentment, and pain is dropped in a wastebasket and Lamat turns to find Beau resting her head on the table, fast asleep. The hrothgar approaches the sleeping miqo’te, noticing her glasses sitting askew on her face. Lamat gently rubs Beau's shoulder. “Beau?” She does not stir.
It made sense. She had been up for over 24 bells at this point. Wuk Lamat thinks for a moment as to what to do. Her eyes slowly find Beau's bed and she decides her course of action. Being just over a head taller than Beau, Lamat has no problem scooping her up out of her chair and gingerly carrying her over to her bed. She sets her down gently and pulls the covers over her.
If a day came where Beau would want to confront her parents again, Wuk Lamat could only hope that she is standing right beside her to help carry the load.
“I’ll be right behind you. I just need a moment,” Beau says to Lehon’a, both having finished their conversation with Ardbert. Ardbert had vanished, leaving the two alone to reflect on the events that had just transpired.
The last thing they remember is being atop Mt. Gulg, having collapsed from the light overtaking them. The Exarch taken by Emet-Selch.
“Okay, I’ll be just outside.,” Lehon’a replies, closing the door behind her.
Beau walks back over to the bed she had awoken in and sits down on it and gives a thousand yalm stare to the floor.
“That didn’t go how you imagined it, did it?” Beau looks up to see Arbdert has reappeared in the room. Beau quickly looks back to the floor, her eyes wide as she lets her tough exterior shatter. She needed to keep it together just long enough until Lehon’a was out of sight. Now that she is gone, Beau finds herself trembling.
“I would have killed everyone.” Beau grips the sheets of her bed where her hands lay. “Had the Crystal Exarch not been there, I would have killed everyone.” Ardbert stays in silence, unsure if he should reassure her or give her the cold hard reality that she may be right. “I’m so stupid.” She swings her hand up into her face, as to punish herself. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Three more blows to her brow.
“Now I don’t believe that will get us anywhere.” Ardbert takes a step closer to Beau. “I suppose in hindsight, there were some flaws in your plan.” Ardbert is trying and failing to be gentle with the Warrior of Darkness. Beau stands up and aggressively approaches Ardbert.
“One Lightwarden. Two Lightwardens. It wouldn’t have mattered! Because there is nowhere for the light to go!” Beau turns away and places a hand to her forehead. “Gods, even if it had worked and the Scions had been able to defeat the Lightwarden that I would have become, Lehon’a would just have to take in all that light anyway and it would have all been for nothing!”
“Then maybe we should be thankful the Exarch did what he did.” Beau doesn’t seem to acknowledge Arbert’s comment as she paces the room.
“I really thought I would be doing something. I really thought I had it all figured out.” She finds herself near the table in the room and lays hands on top of it. “But again I made the wrong decision.” She grabs a water pitcher and chucks it across the room, flying through Ardbert and clattering against the ground behind him. “Because I’m too stupid to make a proper plan!”
“Fortunate then, that you have surrounded yourself with the people that you have.” Ardbert’s voice remains calm but firm. Beau stares at him, angry. “You thought yesterday to be your last day alive, correct? But here you stand.” He smiles. “Because of your allies.” Beau’s shoulders deflate, her anger turning to grief.
“I’m not worth the effort,” Beau says, her voice having lost much of its volume.
“If we’re going to go that route, then think of it this way; they just saved the First and they don’t even know the half of it. Their efforts saved countless lives yesterday. That sound better to you?” Ardbert has found himself tired of Beau’s regular self-deprecation. “Their care for you has saved lives. So I’m going to have to disagree there. You are worth the effort. I suppose you are just going to live a little longer, friend.” Beau doesn’t respond, she instead sits herself onto the floor, putting herself deep in thought. Ardbert takes a breath, feeling as though he should ease up on her.
“It must have been hard on you; thinking you knew the day your life would end. I hope you maybe feel some sense of relief now that that final hour is behind you.” He takes a few steps towards her and kneels down in front of her. Beau just stares through him. “It is okay to feel lost, Beau. Most people do at times. This pain you try to hide, your friends can feel it. And they wish to help. Pushing it down will not shelter them from it.” While his form is incorporeal, Ardbert nonetheless still rests a hand on Beau’s shoulder. “You can let them in.”
Beau still does not respond. Ardbert lets out another sigh and plants himself beside her, sitting on the floor alongside Beau.
“I think I’d miss them,” Beau whispers, her misty eyes looking forward. Ardbert nods his head.
“I’m sure they’d miss you, too.” Ardbert tips his head toward Beau. “Suppose it could be a good idea to try to make an effort to spend more time with them now.” Ardbert finds a smile growing onto his face. “Might make the next time you try to attempt a big self sacrifice a little easier if you’re tired of them.” Beau scoffs, a smile breaking through her somber face. Ardbert, thankful his attempt at levity worked, lets out a sigh of relief. “Might be worth getting moving soon. Wouldn’t want Lehon’a to come check in and find you’re actually expressing some emotions for once.” Beau rolls her eyes with a smirk.
“Go disappear, ghost boy.” She waves her hand through his chest. Ardbert laughs.
“With pleasure.”
Beau finally looks over to where Ardbert had been, and finds the spot vacant. She wipes her eyes and stands herself up. Grabbing her rapier from atop the chest at the foot of where she had been resting, Ar’beunti heads for the door to catch up to her fell Warrior of Darkness.
Having just recently woken up back in the Crystarium, the two Warriors of Darkness walk about the city, getting a sense of how its citizens are holding up. During this walk, Beau and Lehon'a have a brief chance to chat.
“So… were you going to tell us you knew the Exarch's name?” Beau asks, her hands in her pockets. Lehon'a feels the awkwardness in the air.
“It wasn't my place to tell,” she answers simply, trying to not let on the connection she has formed with the Crystal Exarch during their time in the first. Beau knows a thing or two about keeping secrets and decides to accept Lehon'a's answer, at risk of being a hypocrite.
“So he was a miqo’te, then? I can't imagine having a hood like that over my ears all the time. Doesn't sound too comfortable.” The pink haired miqo’te rubs her own ear. Lehon'a blinks a few times as she starts to wonder if Beau did not recognize him.
“Yeah… he's a miqo’te… A miqo’te you've met before coming to the First.” She tries to jog her friend's memory. Beau scrunches her face, slightly confused.
“I have? Wait, he visited the Source?” Lehon'a tries to wrap her mind around how Beau can't seem to recall the red-headed cat boy.
“He's from the Source. He wasn't visiting.” Lehon'a stares at Beau in slight annoyance and bewilderment. Beau looks blankly back. “The Crystal Tower in Mor Dhona?” There are some slow blinks from Beau. “He's got Allagan blood in his veins?” Beau looks like her mind has gone blank.
“Oh yeah… that… guy.”
Lehon'a's jaw just about drops to the floor. She can't tell if Beau is toying with her or if she has truly forgotten one of their more stand out adventures.
“G'raha. G'raha Tia.”
“Riiight.” Beau bobs her head. “Same guy?”
“Same guy.” Lehon'a doesn't know if she's done with this conversation or wants to call out Beau for how airheaded she's being. Especially with Emet-Selch having also explained the situation atop Mt. Gulg. Though Lehon'a did suppose it makes sense she may have been distracted with trying to keep the light in her at bay at the time. Beau puts a hand to her chin to think. Lehon'a figures the conversation is over and brings her eyes forward as they continue their walk.
“You do remember going into the Crystal Tower, right?”
“Yes, I remember. I'm not stupid. But it was years ago. Do you expect me to remember every name we come across?”
“I don't know… I guess he seemed pretty memorable to me.” Lehon'a suddenly finds herself a little self conscious after putting those words into the air.
“Because he had two different eye colours?” Lehon'a's head snaps to Beau.
“Wait, that's what you remember?!” Some heads of people around them turn their way to see what is causing a commotion.
“Well, yeah. I don't meet many other people with two different eye colours,”
“Wait. You have two different eye colours?” Lehon'a starts moving her head side to side as she compares her long time friend's eyes. Now it is Beau's turn to be surprised.
“You've never noticed!? We've known each other for how long? Almost four years?”
Lehon'a spots the slight difference in Beau's eyes. One blue-green and one green. She swings back to facing forward and shrugs.
“I mean, it's pretty subtle.”
“Whatever…” Beau waves a hand at her friend annoyed, but knowing she doesn't have much ground to stand on. “Let's just get moving.” She speeds up her pace.
Lehon'a doesn't push it. Her friend seems a little different after Mt. Gulg, and isn't quite sure how to feel about it yet. Though she does prefer this slightly more conversational side of Beau compared to the one who seemed pretty reclusive before their venture up that mountain.
Lehon'a shakes her head as she thinks of G'raha Tia. How could you forget a face like that?
The sun set on the city of Tuliyollal. Ar'beunti sat in her beach chair at the top of the steps to the Arterial Climb, just outside the palace.
“Ha! I told you I'd only be a moment, and then here I find you having staked a claim with these chairs,” Wuk Lamat says as she comes up behind Ar'beunti. Beau turns her head to look at Lamaty’i.
“I knew I'd have time and this way we can sit comfortably as the sun sets.”
“There are chairs in the palace, you know.”
“And I did also say comfortably.” Beau gives the vacant beach chair one big solitary pat, gesturing for Lamaty’i to take a seat. She does as instructed with a shake of her head.
“Did you drag these all the way up from the beach?”
“Yup,” Beau replies, a slight hint of smug satisfaction in her voice. Lamaty’i settles into her chair and almost sinks into it
“Ahhh… Okay, you make a good point. Very comfortable.” Wuk Lamat massages her shoulder as she watches the sun set.
“Long day, then?” Beau glances at Lamaty’i's shoulder. The Vow of Resolve lets out a laugh.
“You can say that again. Ah, I never thought I'd get so sore running around reading letters and talking with my people all day.” She lets her arm rest, her hand still hanging off her shoulder. “I suppose it is just a different type of difficult when compared to fighting off armies and battling giants.”
“Well now you get to sit and do nothing. My treat,” Beau says with a smirk. Lamat laughs.
“You really know how to spoil a girl,” she says with a smile as she rests her head and takes in a deep breath. “You must be an expert in doing nothing then, because this is perfect.”
“Nope. A new hobby for me, actually.”
“Really? Could have fooled me.” Wuk Lamat nestles further into the chair. “You wouldn't happen to have a second pair of sunglasses would you?”
“Oops. No, I do not.” Beau looks around her chair, half expecting a pair to materialise in front of her. She then touches the pair already on her face, before taking them off and handing them to Lamaty’i. “Here, take mine, I'm apparently blind already.”
“Wha-? Blind?”
“Nevermind. Just take the glasses.” Lamat hesitantly takes them from Beau and starts to line them up with her face.
“Thank you, Beau. They are really quite cute.” She slips them onto her face. She turns to Beau and gives a big toothy smile. “How do I look?”
Beau looks at Lamaty’i in her pink sunglasses and finds herself at a loss for words as she feels her cheeks warm.
“I… uh…” Wuk Lamat spots the blush on Beau's cheeks and laughs.
“I'll take that as the highest praise I can get!”
The two sit in silence for a while, enjoying the calm after a busy day. Then Wuk Lamat raises an eyebrow as she reviews their conversation thus far. “Wait… what do you mean by doing nothing as a new hobby?” Beau shrugs.
“I don't know. I didn't used to do it, now I do. I kept myself busy a lot of the time.”
“Things seemed pretty calm when we first met. Are you telling me you weren't relaxing back then?”
“Not really…? I would either be helping my friend Estinien train soldiers or I'd be on my island hauling logs or-”
“You have your own island? Wow!” Wuk Lamat is genuinely impressed.
“And you have your own continent. Not that big a thing,” Beau says, nonchalantly.
“Got me there, I suppose. You'll have to take me there some time. I'd love to see it.” She fantasises as to what this island could look like before shaking her head and returning to the topic at hand. “But you really never sat around and did nothing?”
“It was hard to, for a long time. But, I made my peace with peace eventually.”
“Well then. We'll have to make up for lost time then if this is only a recent development. I still owe you for watching over my nephew.” Lamaty’i puts her hands behind her head. “One of these days I'll plan the best do-nothing-day ever! You won't have to lift a finger.”
“I don't know if I'd go that far…”
“Nonsense!” The hrothgar gives Beau a playful shove on the shoulder from her chair. “It will be fun! Besides, we'll have to take in all the time we can before you find your next big adventure. I got to keep you still while I can.” The two smile, but Beau's fades a bit as she thinks on the crossroad that may come up in her future.
Wuk Lamat is glued to Tural, and when that next adventure comes, it will be hard to balance being a Warrior of Light and being in this relationship. It'll be a challenge to be sure, but when has Beau been one to ever back down from one?
For now, Lamaty’i is right. They have to make the most of the time they have together. Blush coming back to Beau's face, she slowly extends her hand toward Lamaty’i. Wuk Lamat notices and finds herself thankful she has fur covering her own growing blush and she too, slowly closes the distance between them with her hand.
The two hands meet in the middle and they cautiously link their pinky and ring fingers together. Not quite holding hands, but it is close enough. The two shyly smile, and go back to enjoying the last of the setting sun as their linked hands passively swing in the gap between them.
If this is what it is like every time, Beau could stand to do zip, nada, nothing more often.
[Note: if you want to know what Beau is referring to when she says she's basically blind, you can read my FFXIV Write 2024 #14 - Telling]
“Does thou wonder how many eyes look up at us, just as we look down at them?”
Beau cocks her head as she takes in Etheirys in all its beauty. The view from the moon is definitely one of a kind.
“Not that they could see us from up here,” Beau answers simply. Urianger smiles as he dips his head.
“Yes. That may be so, just as we too cannot make out a single soul from where we sit.” He looks back to the star. “Though it is no less true that they look this way regardless.”
The two sit upon a rock on the grey landscape, the rest of the scions elsewhere. It is cool, quiet, and solitary. “I can think of but one individual who would have quite enjoyed this view.” Beau looks up to Urianger, waiting for him to finish his thought. There is a smile on his face, but melancholy in his eyes. Beau looks at her hands, she knows who he is talking about now.
“Yeah…” It's all Beau can muster.
“She gave her life for us. Would she know how far we have travelled in her wake.” Urianger looks to Beau, seeing her lost in her thoughts, her guard all but down. “You miss her still. Just as I do.” Beau lets out a sigh.
“Does that feeling ever go away? I knew her a fraction of the time you did, I can't imagine how it feels for you.” Urianger smiles, appreciative of getting to witness this softer side of Ar'beunti.
“The feeling has made its roots in our hearts, but we can shape that of how it may grow. Be it weed or beautiful blossom.” Beau gives a look to Urianger, as if to nudge him that she sees that he is deflecting. “I believe it less us having a disparity of time with her, and more you may have taken to her more than I.” Beau raises an eyebrow. Urianger does not pick up on or, at the very least, does not acknowledge Beau's confused face.
“But yes, she was a dear friend. The pain of her absence is unmistakable. But thy company when thou has wished to talk of her memory time and time again has given me the joy required to overcome the grief.”
“You're saying I helped you feel better?”
“Aye. Thy allowed me to mourn. Like a gardener tending to her plot. You, my friend, raised this seed in mine heart into a rose; more flower than thorn.”
Beau looks back to Etheirys with a scoff.
“Here I thought I was just being selfish.”
“Self-indulgence is natural when one is suffering loss, but that does not mean it cannot be without benefit to others.”
There is a silence between them for a time. They continue to sit side-by-side, watching the star rotate before them in the distance.
“So this feeling really won't go away then?”
“Nay. No more than her influence on this star and others that we've touched.”
“Her influence?”
“Aye. She gifted us the power to defeat the Ascians and that paved the road to where we sit now. All that we scions do. All that the Warriors of Light accomplish. It is made possible by her sacrifice. She lives on in us. She lives on in what we have done.” Urianger looks, once more, back to Beau. “She lives on in all that we will do.”
“Then if we stop the Final Days…?”
“-She will live on for all of eternity.”
Beau blows some air out of her mouth as she tries to wrap her mind around the concept of eternity.
The two return to sitting in silence, as they have done many times before, and will continue to do from time to time in the future. For as long as they are able.
The star is safe. The Final Days are now behind the people of Etheirys.
And Beau could use a drink.
It is fairly late at Mehryde's Meyhane, and very quiet. The people celebrating have gone home, leaving a handful of solitary individuals, nursing their drinks. Beau is one of them.
She has much to think about. What to do with herself now that there are no more wars, people to save, or evil to defeat. She had thrown her life on the line multiple times in the last few days, and somehow she came out of it all alive. Facing the Endsinger, then Zenos, alive is the last thing she expected to be after all was said and done.
And this type of contemplation requires alcohol.
Two drinks and three shots in, Beau found herself sliding her near-empty drink from one hand to another. Everyone around her is happy, but she can't seem to bring herself to feel the same way.
Her train of thought is interrupted by someone taking a seat in the stool on her right, waving down the bartender, and ordering a drink.
He doesn't look like a regular. He doesn't even look like he is from Radz-at-Han at all.
Beau looks to her left to see a half dozen empty stools running down the bar. Then she looks to her right, at this man who is glancing at her in his periphery as he takes a drink.
The Warrior of Light sighs, then polishes off the last of her drink. She knows what's coming next. She has a fan sitting next to her.
“Can I help you?” Beau is rarely in the mood to play celebrity, especially not tonight. The man shifts in his seat to face her at a 45 degree, a smug smile appears on his face.
“You're the Warrior of Light, aren't you?”
Beau wishes she had more liquid left in her cup.
“A Warrior of Light. Not the,” Beau replies, correcting him. The man raises his hands in a feigned apologetic way, still smiling.
“Well excuse me. Just trying to give my thanks. No need for the hostility. It's a simple mistake.” The man turns back toward the bar.
“Don't need your thanks,” Beau says curtly, instinctively going to drink from her empty glass before realising and setting it back down. The man brushes off Beau's words and waves down the bartender again.
“Then how about I at least pay for a drink for the saviour of Rads At Hawn?” The man stumbles through the name of the city. Beau examines him. He doesn't look drunk enough to mess that up.
“Not the. A. As in one of multiple.” Beau said, watching the bartender approach them.
“One more of what she was just having for this one, if you would.” The man starts rifling through his gil purse for payment. Beau swiftly pulls gil from her own purse and slaps it down on the bar first. The bartender takes her money and quickly gets her another glass.
The man huffs as he takes his hand off his gil.
“Eh, semantics. I mean isn't it true that the other one died somewhere and you lot brought back a new one to take his place?” The bartender sets Beau's new drink down in front of her. “That'd make you the leader by seniority alone, wouldn't it?” Beau grabs her drink with an angry grip as she takes a swig. She isn't liking what she's hearing and the alcohol in her blood is making it impossible to turn the other cheek. She turns to face the man.
“First off, I'm not the leader. Never have been, never will be. So get that through your skull. Second, my friend has done more to save and protect this star than I ever have, so if you want to go throwing around praise, go find the one who actually deserves it. Third, you’re running off bad information, so make sure you know what you're talking about before you go running your mouth.” Beau is not having it with this man. The man still holds onto his smile.
“Heh. Here I thought the Warrior of Light was supposed to be a friendly face to everyone.”
“That's your reasoning for bothering me? Thinking I'd humour you?”
“Oh come on now. From what I hear, the other one is too… soft to have done everything I've heard. No need to pity ‘em. We all know you need to be tough to get things done.”
Beau sets down her drink. She takes a deep breath.
Beau shoots out her leg at the base of the man's stool, kicking it out from under him. The stool rolls along the floor as the man falls where he sat and hits his head on the side of the bar as he goes.
Beau stands up and looks down at the man on the floor, a hand on the side of his head as he pieces together what just happened.
“Lehon'a is the toughest person I know. You wouldn't last a tenth of a bell in her shoes. Now if you want an example of what tough looks like, since you seem to be lacking in it, I'd be happy to provide examples.” Beau hands tighten into fists. She is ready to beat this man to a pulp. The man looks up at Beau, absolutely bewildered. “If you thought I'd just roll over because I'm supposed to keep up some nice persona, you're dumber than I already think you are.”
The man lays on the ground, frozen in fear. As though he truly never thought someone would ever retaliate against his words. “You know what won the day at the end of it all? Being kind. It takes guts to be kind. Lehon'a has that in spades, while you look like you've got nothin’ inside. But I'm not tough like her. No I'll be mean, just like you.” Beau squats down, her elbows on her knees, now eye level with the man. “I'll get myself dirty. I'll play at your level. Want me to show you?” The man sees violence in her eyes. His fight or flight kicks in and he scrambles backwards away from Beau until he can get his feet under him. He pauses for a moment before turning tail and running out the entrance.
Beau stands back up and looks at the bartender. “Sorry.” She'd likely be hearing from Mehryde in the morning for causing a ruckus. She retrieves the fallen bar stool and returns it to its home before sitting back down in her spot.
Taking another sip of her drink, Beau returns to her thoughts. She truly thought she'd be dead once the Final Days were over, and now had to find purpose.
Keeping pieces of shite like that away from Lehon'a seemed like a good enough purpose. At least that will have to do until I can find something else.
Beau takes another sip of her drink. And for the first time in a long time, Beau let a small smile visit her face.
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