‹ < ♕ > IDYLLSHIRE, pray tell do you remember the name? Nay, but the aether surging beneath their feet. How the elementals gathered to greet a familiar friend; blind glare could not make out the details of encountered ruins, & yet one knew what once had existed here. – HOME. To her but a word; aye, own definition of ‘home’ was but a cave alongside a woman oh so SCORNFUL when angered but wise & caring when calmed. To think one would return after YEARS only to glare through darkness tracing bright energy rifts – fate’s wicked wiles sometimes truly left her wondering. && they danced, they twirled akin to dust in the wind. Spirits levitating & turning to offer their salutations to a CONJURER otherwise known as the most CULTURED among them all.
Arms had folded beneath own heaving chest whilst she pondered oh so idly. The archon could sense the decay in every pore, in every stone & stick around her. It seemed OVERWHELMING, this sentiment of corruption & DEMISE. – cue a hum, the dip of one’s chin ears merely flicking as soon as their WARRIOR OF LIGHT addressed her. Scorched glare rose, wandered to meet comrade’s radiantly burning frame. Ah, observe how the energy changes form & color to build new masses / SHAPES to capture companion’s essence. – Teeth ground, prompting the fingers around her waist to DIG into pristine cloth; these headaches grew more fierce everyday.
❛ – ‘twould seem you live up to your reputation, o noble warrior. ❜ – a jest, followed by lips curling to form a smirk. ❛ Aye, a scholar is more suited for paperwork, I dare say. Albeit I strive to prove the opposite. ❜ nay, to hurt herself THE ELEMENTALS simply would not do. Not when they were oh so aware of WHO she was. ❛ Worry not, Ferrah. I will gladly busy myself elsewhere. ❜
↽────Ferrah felt the slight flush at the title. Noble Warrior hardly seemed fit for an Elezen runaway that merely got wrapped up in this due to her inability to let things rest. Staff was pulled off her back, a good distraction for herself to ignore the teasing title her fellow Scion gave. Perhaps she had sounded too cocky, however that was never her intent. She could never have accomplished what she had without the help of everyone else-- despite what the others might state.
“ You certainly do a wondrous job no matter what it is you do. ” The Warrior replied, offering a gentle smile. She hoped Y’shtola wouldn’t take her prior comment as thinking the Miqo’te couldn’t handle herself, after all, Ferrah firmly believed the other could easily handle such a task. No, she still worried for her after such a travel, and the strange feeling she held certainly didn’t help her worry about something being off. Still, she did have a job to do, and the sooner she finished it, the sooner they could be on their way.
A light smile adorned the Warrior’s lips as she pulled the staff off her back. She could clear out these golems with either her sword or staff, but perhaps her White Mage magic would better suit fighting stone. After all, she didn’t want to needlessly dull her blade down striking it against stone all day. Ferrah looked back at Y’shtola once more before turning towards the path where the first Golem lay.
“ I suppose I had better get to it then. I’ll be back in no time and we’ll be on our way once more. We’ll try to keep this a shorter detour than most of our road blocks go. ” They had enough things get in their way and delay them in the past, Ferrah was determined to ensure this wouldn’t be one of them-- even IF the desire to stay away from the Foundation was tempting. Though, in that case, the former Noble would rather leave this land completely and avoid running into unwanted attention anyways.
Though, perhaps if anonymity was truly wanted, she shouldn’t have become a Scion and the Warrior of Light. Fate certainly liked to throw wrenches in her overall plans, why would Idyllshire be any different?