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+1 misplaced Miqo'te White Mage!
Jan. 15th, 2024 05:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hale_and_wholeThe newcomer stuck out like a sore thumb as he turned away from one of the many terminals around the plaza with a few pamphlets in hand. Large moon-like eyes scanned the odd space, eyeing the myriad types of couches and places to sit. He wore hooded white paneled robes, trimmed in silver and red; layered and suitable for traveling, complete with worn leather boots and warm trousers. The head of a wooden staff poked up above his shoulder, appearing like a natural branch curling around a gently glowing green crystal. Beaded charms hung from it and tinkled softly with movement.
The figure had feline features, from the distinct facial markings and pointed tufted ears poking up from the barely held back mane of snow white hair to the long twitching tail of the same color. Shivering slightly in the chill air, the White Mage headed across the plaza to search for a warmer place to sit and regroup. Boots crunching in the thin layer of snow, he paused only long enough at a nearby cart to get a large hot drink. A mocha, it was called. The pamphlets proved true and the seller took their offered gil with no comment.
Sipping the bittersweet concoction, Kohja'ra continued on, eyes falling onto a sign that proclaimed 'Keldran Gardens'. Intrigued, the miqo'te entered the doors that swished open smartly at his approach.
It was like entering into another world. So much so, Kohja'ra wondered if he was still in this 'Nexus Crossings' place or if he was somewhere else entirely. The buildings architecture was completely alien to him. Stepping through the entranceway and into the large cavernous space, all he could do was stare in complete awe. Was this place run by Magitech? It didn't seem like it was Garlean or Allagan in nature. The building was larger than it appeared from the outside, stretching into the distance and filled to the brim with plants of every description and an abundance of life.
Inhaling deeply of the heady scents of untold varieties of growth, the White Mage half stumbled over to a nearby bench; almost not watching where he was going due to how engrossed in the colorful surroundings he was. It was here that he sat for a long while in contemplative silence. He was aware of other garden visitors but was too deep in his thoughts and surroundings to pay any attention. Finally, he raised the now lukewarm mocha to his lips to sip as if remembering he still held it.
"How do you keep going?" He found himself asking. He felt a little odd, but followed the advice of the pamphlets nonetheless. "What drives you to pick yourself up and keep going. Keep fighting, when all seems lost?"
The figure had feline features, from the distinct facial markings and pointed tufted ears poking up from the barely held back mane of snow white hair to the long twitching tail of the same color. Shivering slightly in the chill air, the White Mage headed across the plaza to search for a warmer place to sit and regroup. Boots crunching in the thin layer of snow, he paused only long enough at a nearby cart to get a large hot drink. A mocha, it was called. The pamphlets proved true and the seller took their offered gil with no comment.
Sipping the bittersweet concoction, Kohja'ra continued on, eyes falling onto a sign that proclaimed 'Keldran Gardens'. Intrigued, the miqo'te entered the doors that swished open smartly at his approach.
It was like entering into another world. So much so, Kohja'ra wondered if he was still in this 'Nexus Crossings' place or if he was somewhere else entirely. The buildings architecture was completely alien to him. Stepping through the entranceway and into the large cavernous space, all he could do was stare in complete awe. Was this place run by Magitech? It didn't seem like it was Garlean or Allagan in nature. The building was larger than it appeared from the outside, stretching into the distance and filled to the brim with plants of every description and an abundance of life.
Inhaling deeply of the heady scents of untold varieties of growth, the White Mage half stumbled over to a nearby bench; almost not watching where he was going due to how engrossed in the colorful surroundings he was. It was here that he sat for a long while in contemplative silence. He was aware of other garden visitors but was too deep in his thoughts and surroundings to pay any attention. Finally, he raised the now lukewarm mocha to his lips to sip as if remembering he still held it.
"How do you keep going?" He found himself asking. He felt a little odd, but followed the advice of the pamphlets nonetheless. "What drives you to pick yourself up and keep going. Keep fighting, when all seems lost?"
