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year 5, quarter 3
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Time comes and time goes by with a rapid pace that never yields to anyone. To Meliadoul time involved her getting in deep with the town that she had saved alongside that other woman. Having stayed there she had become something of a town protector and she was quite happy with this development. It gave her a place to call home and a place to rest her head every evening. Raising her blade now only against the wild beasts and bandits with a purpose behind her sword skills. It was a welcome change to wandering the world and doing nothing with her skills but survive.
Emerging from the modest home that she had been given as a thank you for saving the town she walked outside. Moving the armor on her shoulder as she readjusted the straps as she began her patrol. The wooden walls that the town had setup were her destination as it allowed her to walk the perimeter of the town and then she would wander the town proper. Protecting those within was her singular goal and it was the goal she took most serious. Despite that she walked with a warm face that everyone she had come to know in her year of living here. This town was slowly beginning to feel more and more like her old home.
Yet as she thought about her old home, she could not help but think of her brother. Tightening her fist around a small symbol of the church of Glabados that she had made in order to honor her brothers memory. She let her tightened fist hold onto it for a minute before letting go of it. Letting go of the icon she walked up to the ladder that led to the battlements on the wall. Stepping up she began her patrol around the small town. Her bronzed armor glinting in the clear skied morning. There was much that she was going to be sure of before she made her way back down off of the battlements and back to the town proper.
There is a human saying which insinuates that home is where the heart is. Little villages such as this one helped to reinforce the truth of such an adage; the settlers went about their lives like any other day, focused on that which needed doing but content with their present circumstances all around. Food and shelter were plentiful enough to support its tiny population, and the town had no need to fear any monsters that stalked the outskirts on account of its local regiment of guards and knights.[break][break]
But where does one go when both home and heart are six feet below the ground, killed with ruthless indifference? Was it even possible to create a new beginning for himself, knowing he was the last of his kind, especially in a world that was not his own? These questions plague Kimahri Ronso every night and always followed him into the next day, much like how a tiny dog nips at the heel of a passerby simply looking to get to their destination. His doubt is relentless, unerring, and unquestionably annoying.[break][break]
It had been several days since the Ronso initially came to his senses, but he was rather quick to realize the gravity of his predicament. This realm did not resemble Spira, not in the slightest, but Kimahri could not deny the inherent beauty and intrigue that resonated all around him. There was a splendor to this place, and yet the blue leonine's personal troubles interfered with his ability to simply drink it in and process.[break][break]
Then again, Kimahri never liked sitting still for long periods. Too much room to think about unpleasant things, and there were more productive activities he could be indulging.[break][break]
Speaking of which, it eventually dawned on the wandering Ronso that he had reached a sprawling coastline that glowed with an aura of tranquility, one he had not felt in a long while. The ocean waves ebbed and rolled along the golden grains of sand as a tepid breeze pours over his muscular frame like water, carrying with it a salty flavor. Within this marvelous panorama sat the quaint little village, situated well away from the influence of the tides by a considerable distance.[break][break]
Kimahri lets out a terse sigh from his thin, feline nostrils. Approaching the settlement was a bad idea; it stood to reason that no one in this world knew what a Ronso was, let alone what one looked like, and even though Kimahri himself proved to be remarkably different from the rest of his kin—may their spirits rest with peace and honor—he was well aware of how intimidating his own appearance came across to the unlearned individual. Those who didn't know better simply passed Kimahri off as just another monster, a soulless thing that needed killed.[break][break]
He shook his head, clenching the shaft of his lance to keep grounded in reality. It was better to focus on doing something useful rather than worrying about the obvious facts.[break][break]
An awkward groan erupts from below, followed by the unmistakable pang of hunger. Well, that solved the mystery of his next task, Kimahri figured, making for the ocean with the intent to spear himself some fish. Unlike most other cats, this Ronso wasn't afraid to get wet if he absolutely needed to, and in this case, it was almost a requirement if he wanted to continue on with his travels.[break][break]
Kimahri counted on it. He wasn't leaving until he caught something worth feeling satisfied about.
Meliadoul’s round for the day took her farther afield than normal as there had been an increase inside of some of the local problematic monsters. So, she was going to be certain that she moved out and protected the farmlands. So that was what she was doing when off in the distance she took note of something that caught her attention. A monstrous figure that was larger than most men. This figure must either of been wearing furs or covered inside of them as she noticed whomever it was keeping their distance from the town and its inhabitants.
Despite that she would go out afield and speak to this being. If it was a sentient monster then it could be useful. As she did remember Byblos and how he had been useful to Ramza during their fight with Altima. If it was not a monster but instead another traveler from another world. She could go and greet them and welcome them to this world. Placing her blade upon her hip she headed out toward the figure’s destination based on their direction of travel.
It took her a few moments to be sure of her travel route she began the walk toward the coastline. This took a lot longer then she thought it would be. This took at least a half an hour to cross the distance from the closest exit of the town on its main road. Travelling down the main road for a few minutes she kept her gaze flickering between the road and then toward the coastline. This was an issue though as a few of the sparse groves of trees blocked her view as Kimhari vanished from her keen eyes. Moving with some steadfast movements she found herself getting to the end of the grassy plain and to the transition to the sandy beaches.
Meliadoul took her time as if this thing she saw was actually intelligent there was a chance that this could all be peaceful. So, she made certain that she was going to through off an unaggressive stance as she could. Climbing up a dune she was close enough that she could hear splashed over the rolling of the waves. Cresting the dune, she maneuvered herself so that she could slide down the dune easily and after doing so dusted herself off. Her armor making a slight clatter as she dusted herself off. As she moved once more toward Kimhari she lifted her sword arm in greeting toward him in a non-aggressive manner.
“Hail traveler. I hope I have not startled you.” As she spoke there was still an unease within her mind as she was ready at a moment notice to jump in and strike down her opponent if she was to attack or defend herself.
Fssh-plunk. A miss. Kimahri steadies his arm, and his sights, and tries again.[break][break]
Fssh-plunk. Another miss. He sighs with an additional grumble of complaint.[break][break]
Fssh-plunk. Schools of fish scatter with every drop of the spear's broad blade, leaving the Ronso without any food.[break][break]
This was beginning to get rather irksome, Kimahri realized as he cast a gaze of concern over the shimmering blue waters of the ocean, yellow eyes moving from the clusters of tuna that swam close to the shorelines for the chance to eat whatever washed into the brine. Many of them were quite large and fatty, yet they could easily anticipate the leonine hunter's intentions before he could descend upon them, making Kimahri's inability to lance even one all the more frustrating.[break][break]
"Hail traveler. I hope I have not startled you." A bold voice, feminine, calls out to the tall feline warrior in tribal leathers, momentarily pulling his attentions away from the task at hand. He casts a cautious glare over the woman upon noticing the suit of armor she wore; no doubt she was anticipating a troublemaker or some kind of feral beast. But he would not give her the satisfaction of killing either of these today, for Kimahri was neither miscreant nor monster.[break][break]
The Ronso's broad chest deflates when he lets out a deep sigh. "Startled fish." He gestures vaguely with the stabbing end of his spear as it dripped with saltwater. "Need concentration to catch." Without delay, Kimahri lifts his arm up and poises the lance for another dropping plunge, waiting for the right specimen to float on by.[break][break]
It does, prompting the blue leonine to quietly lift his other, empty hand toward the armored woman as a warning to remain planted where she was at, lest she scare off the Ronso's meal. The tuna in question looked rather plump, well-fed, its scales glistened with an unusual iridescence not shared by its smaller counterparts. Several meters and a blanket of tension sat between Kimahri and lunch.[break][break]
Very slowly, he moves the other hand to his weapon's shaft. The fish inches closer, unaware. He takes a calculated risk, and lets the spear fall.[break][break]
Fssh-whoosh. Streaks of crimson splatter up alongside a geyser of water, followed by Kimahri as he quickly retrieved the halberd from the ocean to remove the rainbow-hued tuna from it. He gazes at the flopping fish as it struggled for escape, offering a mental prayer of thanks for the bounty that nature had provided. Kimahri gives thanks to you, fish-friend. May you feed Kimahri well.[break][break]
Now it was just a matter of addressing the armored human over there. Kimahri offers the woman a brief statement of assurance in his own unique form of dialect, keeping things short and to the point the way all Ronso preferred to do. "Will leave soon. Not cause trouble." He avoids disclosing his own name. Only friends earned that privilege.
After a job had finished, Caius and Vordun had been ready to make their way home. But hunger pains were starting to hit Vordun, and their meat supply had run dry after Caius' pack had been damaged. He'd been able to repair it and salvage most of the contents, but the meat had been destroyed by the monsters. Leaving a very hungry, and very grumpy dragon at his back. So a stop to the Pale Coast to tide him over had been a must. The two of them, man and drake, had curled up in front of the ocean while Caius had casted his line. He'd managed to fish up two decent fish, which Vordun had promptly gobbled up to sate the drake's appetite. Thinking it would be a good time to restock and replace his lost foodstuff, Caius had decided to continue fishing.
But unfortunately, a very bad habit of Caius' had caught up to him. And that was his lacking in proper rest. He did this all the time. He would travel through the night, or train through the night, or smith through the night, all while forgetting to sleep. It was easier with someone there to remind him, but Vordun seemed to be the last living thing on Zephon to remind him that they needed to set down for the night, and that he needed rest. So eventually, with all the peace and quiet... Sleep had very quickly taken Caius while the line was out. Vordun had fallen asleep long before that, curled up behind Caius with the mercenary's back resting against Vordun's wing.
Noises woke him. The wave of a spear. The splash of water. And then the call of a voice. Caius was up with a start, and his abrupt gasp woke Vordun as well. Caius quickly got up, the line raising with him. He looked to the line and made a face. At some point, a fish had gobbled up his bait while he was sleeping.
"Fishsticks" Caius grumbled as he dropped the rod irritably, turning his attention to the commotion a little ways from them. Some kind of monster was addressing a woman. And the monster had a gigantic fish. He didn't act, not yet. He just watched, waiting to see what might happen. And if he needed to step in.
As Kimhari mentioned that she had startled a fish away from him. Sighing she knew that this was something that she might have to apologize for. Stopping her movements, she was certain to make certain to not startle up any fishes so that Kimhari would not starve. Hearing that gruff voice speaking up once more she nodded toward Kimhari. Watching all of his movements purposely she could tell that he was quite well practiced inside of his movements.
She could see the very precise movements and the quick strike at the fish that had crossed Kimhari’s field of view. A geyser of water showed just the speed that which she saw him move and the triumphant raising of the tuna after the spearing. There was a smile upon her face noticing that he was enjoying the sudden change in his demeanor. Hearing him speak up once more about him leaving soon and that he was not going to be causing any trouble. “I am not here to chase you away. I am just keeping an eye out for the village that has taken me in. It is good however that you are not here to cause any chaos.”
Letting her words hang out there in the air she could not help but notice something off into the distance. Raising an eyebrow, she could not help but look past Kimhari toward what looked like a fishing pole in the distance. She did not know that any of the villagers were this far out and fishing inside of the area. Giving a wave toward Kimhari. “If you must excuse me. I see someone else is in the area. I will be seeing who it is before coming back and exchanging my name with you good sir.”
Giving Kimhari a bow of respect before moving to stand to the side while she raised her hand. Once more greeting the man who seemed to be standing beside a chocobo. It was then inside of her mind that she remembered that inside of the village there were no one that owned a chocobo and instead only regular beasts of burden. After finishing the wave, she turned her attention back toward Kimhari.
“It seems it is just another traveler. I am Meliadoul. Protector of the Village of Ba’aith. What is your name and where have you come from friend?” Asking once more as she could not help but introduce herself to him as she turned her attention back to him fully.
"I am not here to chase you away. I am just keeping an eye out for the village that has taken me in. It is good however that you are not here to cause any chaos." Kimahri remained quiet as a corpse, face locked in a stoic frown. The woman may not have realized it, but her rhetoric insinuated that she had, nevertheless, expected the Ronso to be a threat worth considering, ergo proving his initial reluctance to involve himself with the village yonder. Humans were always like that, more concerned about their own kind than building bridges with other races. But it couldn't be helped; it was what it was.[break][break]
Her formalities were put on hold, however, when she took notice of a stranger in the distance – one who sat very close to an enormous reptilian creature with blue scales and a mighty pair of wings. It was a beast entirely unknown to the ex-guardian; Spira had no such animals like that one. While it appeared to be docile, the Ronso's cerulean fur bristled with tension all the same. All the more reason to leave, he figured.[break][break]
But he was prevented from doing so—yet again—by the inquisitive nature of this armored sentinel, who felt obligated to introduce herself as one Meliadoul, self-proclaimed protector of the nearby hamlet of Ba'aith. Kimahri lets out a defeated sigh, unable to escape from the social nuances that others were so heavily dependent upon. She might have been taught to call everyone 'friend' as a force of habit, but the Ronso did not appreciate the lack of distinction, as evidenced by his overly rigid posture and general unwillingness to warm up.[break][break]
This was too hard. Socializing was Yuna's strongest quality, not Kimahri's. All he wanted was to find something to eat, then take his leave when business was completed. But now? Now he was forced to participate in a conversation he didn't expect nor really desire to be involved with. The presence of another human only added more expectation to conform and 'be nice' for no adequate reason.[break][break]
"Kimahri. Spira." His answers are short and blunt, like always. There is no anger to his voice, merely self-directed disappointment.[break][break]
It seemed that Caius had been found out. The woman waved to him, and Caius quirked a brow. Either she was indicating she was safe, or she was signalling for help. He didn't know which. So he would start to walk over to there, deciding to check it out for himself. His oversized "chocobo", which had very large wings that suspiciously resembled that of a dragon, would get up and follow behind him. Before long, they had climbed up and met the woman and the cat-man. The cat-man didn't seem to be harming anybody. In fact, the woman was introducing herself to him.
But the name caught his attention, and Caius quirked a brow.
"Meliadoul?" He inquired from behind her, as they had arrived just as the introductions had been exchanged. He recognized that name. And now that he was closer, he recognized her too.
"We've met. Some time ago, back in Torensten" He remarked, smiling lightly. "You nearly got plowed over by a chocobo."
Regarding the cat-man with a nod in greeting, he looked to Meliadoul again.
"Caius. That was my name. It's good to see you again."
The cat-man had also introduced himself prior to Caius speaking up, and Caius remembered that he had mentioned Spira. He looked to Kimahri with a gentle smile.
"It's good to meet you as well, Kimahri. Caius Dragelion. My companion is Vordun" He introduced properly, motioning to the fire drake behind him. "You said you were from Spira? There are a few Spirans in my camp. The Dragonblades, we're called. Mercenaries, specializing in jobs helping people out and dealing with monster and bandit attacks."
He didn't name what Spirans at first. The revelation from Declan that Yuna was some kind of "High Summoner" apparently had caused him to keep her identity close to his chest unless it was clear she was safe. He had been meaning to talk to her about that for a little while now.
Meliadoul all the while she tried to remain calm and in control of her surrounding but she found that to be slowly slipping away. Just by the body language of the large cat like man she could tell that she must have offended him with her words. That was not her intent but first impressions were now out of the question about being reformed. Internally she yelled at herself as she had slipped back into old habits form her days before travelling with Ramza and his lot. That alongside the tension that seemed to course through his body as he looked over at the lizard creature that she had originally had thought was a chocobo at first glance. How wrong she was about all of them.
It seemed that the man spoke toward her and it took her a few moments to remember the incident that he was mentioning. She could not help but feel a blush creep across her face from the embarrassing situation that she was remembering. “I do remember… Wait Caius? Well this is certainly an odd day. That was quite a long while ago. Surprised that you could remember such a thing so easily.”
Speaking toward Caius she could not help but move her eyes to look over the smaller dragon looking lizard that stood beside him. It looked just like some of the wyverns from back home. Yet with that she could not help but feel a little more self-conscious then she had earlier. Hopefully she moved the conversation past that fateful day where she was nearly run over and turned into mush by a chocobo. Getting the name from the cat man she could not help but smile and nod toward him. Thankfully the few moments of time that had passed had allowed her to regain her composure.
She could not help but notice the spark of familiarity that crossed Caius’ face at the mention of Spira. There was a moment within her mind as she had heard a few people that had heard of others that had come from that place. Though hearing that he was from one of the mercenary groups that had started popping up around the areas of Zephon gave her a good feeling. Yet deep in the pit of her stomach she had this gut feeling that things were too easy with several of them and they were just covering to be bandits through another name. “Nice name for a company of heroes. Are you here alone or are there others close by Sir Dragelion?”
Meliadoul had to ask as she was genuinely curious and it seemed that Kimhari was being a little antisocial by comparison and she would have to keep things moving despite her own misgivings with conversation.
It appeared as if these two humans were already acquaintances, Kimahri ruminated, expressing nothing short of acerbic indifference for their combined attempts at cordiality. Either they were terrible at reading others, or they simply did not care if their frivolous socializing had imposed on the Ronso's agenda to hunt for food. But the other male of the group, the one who called himself Caius Dragelion, thought it relevant to make mention of a detail that made the warrior's stomach turn with quiet grief.[break][break]
"You said you were from Spira? There are a few Spirans in my camp. The Dragonblades, we're called. Mercenaries, specializing in jobs helping people out and dealing with monster and bandit attacks." Kimahri averted his gaze toward the sea without a single word, unwilling to humor the mercenary's attempts to curry trust in him. There was no anger, no spite, no resentment behind his stiff-backed posture and stoic feline features. All Caius would receive is frigid silence.[break][break]
Part of him struggled to believe his claims. This world was not Spira, of that Kimahri was certain. But even if the sellsword's word proved genuine, a deep shame prevented the Ronso from seeing the silver lining within his predicament. The Eternal Calm was their gift, one the former guardian helped Yuna to usher in. Her gift to them.[break][break]
But none of his people would ever know. They would never taste freedom on the cold mountain air. They would never gaze upon the light of the morning sun without fear of Sin. All of them were slaughtered, indiscriminately, by that traitorous Guado filth. Kimahri had vowed to claim his vengeance on Mount Gagazet's summit, to fulfill the rage of his brothers and sisters, to put their tortured spirits to rest. And he would succeed in this – by driving the head of his lance into the Maester's blackened, rotting heart.[break][break]
And yet, the damage had already been inflicted upon his tortured spirit. Kimahri was the only one left. The sole survivor of the Ronso. The last of his people. He is all that remains of a culture no one would remember, a legacy destined to fade away into oblivion. What point would there be in celebrating the faintest possibility that he was not the only Spiran to be displaced from his home?[break][break]
Forced to confront the scars of his past yet again, wounds still fresh on his memories, Kimahri simply put distance between himself and the two humans, both physical and emotional. As if to illustrate his mood, the Ronso tears the dead salmon off the spearhead and throws it to the side, hoping the mercenary's reptilian companion had a bigger appetite than his own, now that it had been sorely ruined.
