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"He went out of his to find Keni and seems to take his job very seriously. Not a bad thing, of course. He seems like a really interesting guy, yeah."
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"Well, Mal knows them. Jace even more. So I think that means I'll like them. Plus, their style is so cool! How do they manage such long hair?"
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"Teehee!"
Sweetfish. An odd name for a fish, if it isn't even sweet. Well if Cataleya said it was delicious she had to try it then. "Alright, i'll get the sweetfish then. That is, a dish with this type of fish in it. And that will be all."
She hoped she hadn't ordered too much. The truth was though, she was starving and haven't had a good meal in a awhile. "The Dravanian Hinterlands. I've gone through that place a couple of times on my travels. Interesting place to explore, but not a place I would linger for a long time."
As she was more used to warmer places, and tropical climates. But a nice volcano is a nice place to settle down in once in awhile."
Since it seems Ember is ready, Cataleya gestures for their server, who left them alone for a bit to think over their orders, to come back over.
"In truth, I haven't lived there since I was a small child," she explains, setting her menu down on the dining table. "You see, my family was part of New Sharlayan's Exodus. Have you heard much about it before?"
While the act of moving the colony's population to Old Sharlayan was a grand undertaking, there are still those who don't know much about it.
Many things have happened in the star's recent history, after all.
"I think it'd be nice."
Admittedly, Cataleya has a romantic view of marriage and wouldn't mind getting married one day. Having parents who have been happily married all her life probably helps with that.
Not that she should get married right now, though.
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As flattering as that compliment was. Y'shtola couldn't take all the credit for helping the hero or Eorzea down this path. There had been plenty others who helped paved this path for her. The Scions, were just but one group. Though she was grateful none the less for her words.
"You must remember I am just one of many. If not for the efforts of friends you have met and made along the way. It would not have been possible to be at this point either." Their champion, has touched so many hearts. Just seeing how far she has come has made Y'shtola very proud.
And beyond this path that waits to be walked. She was certain that there was going to be new friends, new bonds they will make. "Each bond you have made is special. As are the friends too."
True, there are many who've guided her down this path. Alive and dead.
"I remember," reassures Cataleya. "Still, you're among those who've been with me since the beginning. I'm allowed to indulge in a bit of favoritism now and then, right?" With that said, she winks playfully at the sorceress.
Then, glancing down at the book that Y'shtola was reading when she arrived, she says, "I hope I haven't distracted you too much from your research, anyroad. I should go find Mal so we can plan our return to the Occult Crescent. Things have certainly been getting interesting there."
Cataleya stares at one of the many sets of dice she uses for TTRPGs and other games. They're so colourful and shiny...like rock candy. She desires the Forbidden Cronch.
𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬—without reflection of the sun—weaves through the cracks of disrupted concrete behind her. The murder above her tilts their heads, aware of their intriguer’s dubious actions. Though they expect something bloody and swift—a promise of a quick meal.
Xavier decides differently this afternoon. Within, he feels a sensation akin to fullness; or so his brother has said. There’s no need to disrupt the delicate balance within, so… Today he’ll act as his home’s keeper: mischievous and stubborn.
The Dæ reaches a thin tendril toward the vibration of her leg and gives it a small flick. Then, off to her side, another tendril tosses a tiny loose pebble—something is scurrying. Yes, yes.
As the darkness gathers, Cataleya takes an unsteady step away. Then another. What is it? Has it always been here? Has it been following her?
As distracted as she is, it catches her unaware.
The strange touch against her leg is almost like brushing up against seaweed while swimming. She shrieks, shrill in her panic, hurrying to get away, only to move back when she hears something off to her side.
As she looks this way and that, panicking in her confusion, a curious thing occurs. Small chunks of concrete near her feet lift up and fall.
Is it enough movement and noise for the entity to notice?
Which Apocalypse Are You?
The Turning Off of all the Lights
You are life's on/off switch. One day humanity will be in full throttle, the next the engine is cut. Short circuited. Kaput. And not only did no one see it coming, but no one saw the aftermath. First they were there, and then they weren't. At least it was merciful, no one got to say their goodbyes, but no one knew that. Peace at last.
a mermaid who dreams of swimming in the sea of stars
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