Oliver was tired as hell. He came back from a three week mission. A three week mission that involved freezing cold rain and mud. So. Much. Mud. He walked through the hall leaving muddy foot prints and drops of what was probably mud clumps. His whole outfit was ruined and need to be washed a million times and then burned to get ride of all the stains. But! There was hope yet! The ginger was excited to see a certain cowboy, although maybe he should of taken a shower before knocking on their door.
Jess stumbled and tripped his way out of bed at the knock, still recovering from training earlier in the day. He’d pulled something for sure.
Checking that he at least had pants on, he pushed the button for the doorlock and the panel slid open to reveal what seemed to be some kind of mud creature.
“Uh...Oliver? What’s goin’ on, man? You just get back?” He asked, voice still rough from sleep.
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Jess has been cutting his way through these woods for what had probably been days. He’d lost count of quite how many nights he’d spent, but he was on a mission. The hunter had been assigned by the town just outside these expansive woods to hunt down whatever it was inside that had been making so much noise in the night.
A loud crunch from his left had his hand on his gun, stilling quickly with bated breath as he waited for whatever had made the sound to show itself.
What does her personal aether look like? I know that's an open ended question one can't really root (completely) in lore but hey!
Notable in how neutral it is, in short.
If you could see her aether either via magic or some device but weren’t really paying attention she’d come off as pretty much like everyone else. But if you are looking, and you know what you are looking at? There’s something off. It’s like someone took a counting of all the elements in her aether and balanced them exactly. Why? There isn’t an obvious answer or benefit, you’d have to ask her.
Of course most people aren’t going to see that. Instead they’ll see someone who’s grown their aether over years of training. Larger, more dense then the average citizens. Swirling about her, the gentle river of her life force.
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The sun was still up, though it’s crossed noon hours ago by it’s dip on the sky. That meant she’s been in among the crystal spires for three or four hours. Yrys only stared up at the burning globe a moment longer before her eyes began to hurt and she stumbled off toward the tent she’d set up. Small mercy that the wildlife had left it alone she had enough to deal with at the moment.
Dragging herself across the camp site made enough noise to alert the other person with her. Not a researcher like her, instead something of a guard to make sure the Amalj’aa don’t bother her. Perhaps scout would be a better title since any fighting would just end predictably with a trip to visit the next summoning of Ifrit.
“Your back!” The scout exclaimed as he finally noticed her presence. Seemed his attention had been back toward the direction of the Amalj’aa base and she’d surprised him by his tone. “It’s been… Oh you are hurt.” His eyes dropping to her blood soaked pants.
Yrys merely waved away the concern. “Most of it isn't mine, just got a bit distracted and the annoying pest snuck up and took a swipe at my leg.” She remembered to flash the boy a small before continuing toward her tent. “Have you seen anyone while I was gone?”
The subject shelved left the scout to shrug and turn back to his watch. “Just one group I noticed, but they went south and didn’t notice the camp as far as I could tell.” There’s a bit of silence as he fiddles with something in one of his bags. “All the same I think we should swing up north when we leave and follow the road back for some added safety.”
Additional silence from the tent before it’s broken by a single word. “Alright.”
Inside the tent the Viera was already stripped of her bloodied pants, and true enough most of the blood didn’t seem to be hers. A small gash that was quickly enough bound up the only sign of injury. Certainly she didn’t seemed overly concerned with it. Instead turning her attention to the small clear crystal she’d fished from her belt pouch.
What came next need her full attention so she sat bare legs on the slightly dirty tarp. Her log book was pulled closer and flipped open to the most recent entry, some gibberish of numbers and percent's. She set the crystal atop the page to hold her place before turning her attention to her hands.
Pale was always the first thought when she saw them. When had that started? When she moved to Ul’dah? All the dark skinned refugees she’d moved among? Before that? Not that it mattered. The view that came next mattered more to her. With that thought everything changed from her perspective. No longer the slightly dry, rough skin of her palm. Instead shinning aether. Everywhere.
By far she was the brightest source. The boy outside falling short by a degree or two but still brighter then anything for an malm. At least until she turned her attention back toward the direction of the crystal spires, those were blinding in their radiance. Still as perfect as she’d seen them this morning. Of course corrupted like so much of the crystal left behind from the Calamity, a beautiful burning orange to challenge the sun.
Trying anyway. She wasn’t of mind to stare of the sun like this, now point in making more problems like this. Anyway she had work to do. Distractions set side she looked back to her hand, then slowly trailed down the rest of her body that she could see. Not looking at flesh or blood, but the very aether she was made of. Calm as the moment like a placid lake, near as clear as the crystal atop of the book.
Then a flash. Orange, red like fire rippling through her form. It was subtle only showing it self to her her trained eyes every few minutes. A disturbance that rippled through her aether before vanishing again.
Not bother though, instead her face had taking on something more like intense concentration. Looking between her own aether and that of the crystal. Then marks in the journal, more numbers. Two had gone up and the rest dropped.
With that recorded her world dimmed back to normal. No more swirling aether, and once more she wondered if the price to see it forever would be one worth paying. A thought quickly pushed away as she went to get clean pants. “We are leaving in ten minutes. So start packing up.” She called out as she started to pack up her own thing. That small crystal back in her belt pouch first. Then pants. Then everything else.
How does she speak? Accent? Does she gesture a lot? If so, what's her go to gestures?
Depends on her state of mind really. Since she deals with children regularly for her day job as a tutor she tends to have a formal manner of speech that she defaults to. Uses fewer contractions (If I remember to avoid them), almost no slag. Hyper formal, depending on who she’s dealing with she might in fall in to far eastern manners. Outside of work though she tends to care less letting herself relax. Given how often is she actually outside of work?
As for an accent she doesn’t really have one. Most of her formative years were her bouncing from place to place. Kugane probably had the biggest effect since she spent most of her teenage years there but even that was only a few years. It’s only in the last few years that she’s really settled, what is a home anyway, in Uldah doing research and being tutor for children of rich merchants. So some of that is probably starting to show in her accent. But still she probably can’t be described to have a particular one.
Gestures though she very prone too. She tends to be pretty gregarious and talks the head off anyone that will let her and her hands tend to move a lot. If she notices she will usually force them back in to her lap but that only last as long as her attention. Sometimes she’ll keep something in her hand to play with while she talks if she wants to avoid to much waving about.
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The rapping of her fingers against the page of the book she was reading was one of the few sounds in the small room, the other a scratching of quill on cheap paper that ended soon enough. An end that drew the young Viera attention up.
“Done with your work young master?” One brow raised in question as she shifted up form her set to leave the book behind and move over to the table with the boy.
The boy bobbed in his in response sliding the page across the table toward the Viera before turning his attention between his teacher and the door. “Can I?”
Only half a question but she understands all the same. A quick glance over the page to see it’s filled out before she nods at him and waves toward the door. “You may, but please inform you father that lessons are done for the day before you get to caught in playing.”
The boy is already at the door by the time she finishes talking only giving a, “Okay.”, as he rushes to new found freedom from daily lectures. Yrys for her part picks up the page and takes it back to the small desk she’s been afforded for the boys lessons. A quick glance over the books on the table. Economics, math, history. A full day of lessons for both her and the boy. She could feel the weariness, the boredom assaulting the back of her mind, but a bit longer she’s hold out.
Grading the paper for the boy was quick enough, he was bright and took to lesson well enough with out much struggle. Just long enough for the father to make an appearance. He didn’t say anything at first just a small noise at the door to alter her as she finished the last line. That finished her mismatched eyes turned up to the man offering him the courtesy of a nod before pushing to her feet.
“Lord Velbrand, let me show you your sons progress and explain my plans for future lessons. I would like your input on the subject matter.”
How would you describe the sea to one that had never seen it? A blue field, capped with occasional white waves, that seems to go on to the end of the world and beyond? Perhaps instead of the impossible feeling the sight offered you’d give description of the sound. The noise that a hundred million tonzes of water shifts like a lazy god on a calm sunny afternoon? Perhaps that sound when that same water surges up like the violent wrath of the same god, instead of soft lapping at the shore you get impossible crashing that drowns out of the world.
Small thoughts for the Viera who instead pushed away the old images of the past, those years sailing the sea. A slow, long breath to to center her mind. The salt in the air tickling at her nose causing a shiver to run down her spine. Finally mismatched eyes opened to look at the placid scene of the surf slowly coming in and out.
For a moment her mind near slipped back to those old memories. The waves crashing across the deck over and over threatening to drag anyone that forgets to hold their care tight over the edge to drag them to bottomless depths.
But only a moment before she pulled herself back from those old memories. Not what she was here for. Not here to over think about the water currents, or how to describe the ocean to some fictional person. No she’d simply come down to the beach so early in the morning to enjoy it one last time with out all the bustle before she was forced to return back to Uldah.
She only managed to reign in her mind for a few minutes before the crest of the sun started to peaks up over the edge of the horizon, slowly the stars fading to none existence. She caught the crunch of sand behind her drawing her attention long before the voice called for her.
“Yrys! There you are.” An all to familiar voice called out.
The older, better dressed Hyur stayed back from paused a moment to look out over the coming dawn taking a moment to appreciate. Nothing new to either of them but still stunning all the same. The moment passed quickly though and he turned his tired eyes back on the much taller woman.
“The ship is ship is already being loaded since the captain thinks it better to get going before the weather changes. A change in plans, so you and I need to get back to the docks before long.”
The pale Viera bobbed her head in acknowledgment of the information before giving one last sigh and turning back to lay eyes on the Hyur. “Think I have time to go change?” As the question left her lip a gust of wind swept across the billowing up her long red dress behind her as if to make a point.
A thin hand offered out toward the Yrys. “I think you can manage if you are quick, though I’ve had your things moved out to the docks so perhaps just borrow the captains cabin to change while they load up the rest.” Was all the words the old man offered as she took his hand and they started back toward Limsa proper.
The docks weren’t far off so they took a slow pace more for the mans benefit then hers. Little more was said and quickly enough the Viera lost her mind the chaos that is often occupied. This time a flurry of thoughts about the weather.
