#1 - Crux
There are a lot of people in Limsa Lominsa. From the bench in the aetheryte plaza, Harsh watched people go by. She looked at the faces of strangers, milling about, and wondered what their stories are. She idly watched a seagull fly by, far above her, when she suddenly heard a surprised cry in the plaza.
“V’naha!” A young Elezen lady walked briskly to the other side of the plaza. She was headed towards a miqo’te standing in a group close to Harsh.
The miqo’te’s eyes widened. “Camille, by the twelve!” she called out, and she broke away from the group to embrace her. “It’s been so long!”
“It has, it has...” the elezen, Camille, trailed off. They started talking amongst themselves, so happy to see eachother. It made Harsh a bit jealous.
Oh, who was she kidding, very jealous. She got up and walked away. She wandered through the crowd towards the aftcastle.They were so vibrant and loud and moved too much. There were fireworks in the aftcastle square for some inane reason, and they sounded far too loud in her ears, and their flashes far too bright. She kept walking until she finally found some respite in a quiet corner.
She sat down and cradled her head in her hands. How long has she been separated from her? what, three years? four? she found it hard to count. Every day she wished she could find her, but she couldn’t. She could barely even remember. With a frustrated grunt, she kicked a rock into the water and watched the ripples float out.
There are a lot of people in Limsa Lominsa, and the one Harsh is looking for is not one of them.