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Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Sept 16, 2020 16:09:18 GMT -6
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Garnet wasn't sure if she felt relieved or disappointed when Faris said that she was a princess 'through and through'. In some ways, it was good, because it meant that despite her heritage not being what so many believed, her upbringing had done its job. She was ready to lead her people. But on the other hand, being a princess had made her so woefully unprepared for a life of adventure. It hadn't been a good thing, it had meant that she was naive and sheltered and not at all ready for the dangers of the world, and she had really believed she had grown beyond that. But maybe she hadn't. Maybe beneath it all she was still the same sheltered little girl.
She knew that Faris hadn't meant it that way, however. That it had been intended as a compliment, and she tried to smile back. "A Queen now," she said a little uneasily. "It's so strange... Being... who I am, I mean... It's all I have ever known and yet... I don't think... people realise how much I look up to others like yourself. You're a pirate, you learned to fight and take care of yourself and help others while I was learning which make-up brush to use and what tiara I should wear for which occasion. I feel like... sometimes people think being a Queen would make me arrogant, but... after what I have seen, what I have done, I realise that it just left me woefully unprepared. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened had somebody else found me as a child. Would I have made a good pirate? Or would I have always been... this naive child, who needed somebody else to show them the world?" she realised that she was letting her thoughts get away from her again. It was far too much to dump on somebody she had just met. Any kind of identity crisis like that was unneeded, and besides, she HAD grown into a new person, hadn't she? Zidane had shown her a whole new way of living, and she had embraced it. Yes, she was a Queen, but an adventurer too. She wasn't the helpless little girl she was making herself sound like. Not anymore.
She smiled a little as Faris mentioned Lenna. Again, the girl sounded relatable, only, a better person than Garnet, perhaps. Garnet was a Queen because it was her responsibility, but it wasn't something she had wanted. Not anymore. "When I was adventuring, I lost my mother, I saw my own powers turned against me and used to slaughter innocents, I saw my home nearly destroyed by my own power and some of the worse things any person could have to endure. And yet... somehow, it was also the happiest time of my life," she confessed. "It sounds as if your sister is less selfish than I; she puts her duty first willingly, I do so because I must. I... do not always want to." Although, Garnet had to admit, the appeal of adventuring but without Zidane wasn't really one that existed. And now Zidane was back in her life, now that he was alive again, she had a whole new adventure to look forward to. Life with Zidane was an exciting prospect. She shouldn't be so reluctant to return.
Besides, being Queen with Zidane by her side, seeing him on the back foot for once and her being the experienced one, it might be enjoyable...
"Thank you," she said gratefully when Faris offered his assistance in finding a weapon. "I am not a total stranger to weapons, I have used many on my last travels, only, I did not usually purchase them myself. I have used rods and rackets, and am proficient in both, for a mage," she explained. "My funds are somewhat limited, however. A cheaper weapon would do for now. I do not often engage in physical combat anyway, I rely mostly on my white magic, so a staff is merely a last resort," she went on, waiting to see what Faris would recommend.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
The queen wasn’t lying. She definitely did know her way around her weapons, but it seemed she didn’t know exactly how to buy them. Faris shook his head, hands on his hips. ”Aye, that’s not a surprising thing. I was mostly in charge of the gil while we were journeying about. My sister was like you though she tried to learn what she could. The two lads with me were hopeless. An amnesiac and a wanderer with wind where his brain should’ve been. Then we picked up a girl younger than you. She knew how to handle herself though.”
Lenna, Bartz, Krile, Galuf. All of them lost to the waves. Well, except for Bartz, but with his head emptier than ever, Faris wasn’t quite sure how much that counted. Could he really say he’d gotten back his friend when Bartz didn’t remember a thing?
”Staffs, rods, and rackets,” Faris repeated to himself. ”You’ll want something that boosts your magic if we can get our hands on it. Or something with a bit of a kick. Lenna had a staff that’d light a man on fire if she hit him hard enough!” He laughed. A weapon like that was no laughing matter, but when it came to sweet, good-hearted Lenna, he couldn’t help it. If a lout was vicious enough to get on her bad side then he deserved whatever he got afterwards.
”I’ll do my best. Now stay close to me. Wouldn't want you lost to the crowds.” Faris pushed ahead again, glancing back every now and then to make sure that the less forceful queen kept pace. Faris drifted past the stalls, eyes landing on swords and spears and shields and platemail. Everything except…
”There!” Faris stopped, pointing at them. Lined up on the countertop and along the back wall were rods as good as any. He stepped forward and looked them over with an expert’s eye. He looked for material first and then any kind of fancy engravings. He needed something basic but effective.
”I’m looking for a rod,” he said once he had the merchant’s attention. ”Magic, if you have it. Nothing too fancy.”
Options were listed. Faris narrowed them down to a rod that electrocuted its target with a simple thunder spell, a rod with special properties that slightly enhanced spell-casting, and a cure rod. Faris grinned as he pointed out the last. ”I’ve always found that one funny,” he said. ”You hit a lad with it, and it casts cure. If they want to be healed, you’ve got to knock them upside the head first.” He laughed. That was his kind of white magic.
”And that’s that,” he said. He crossed his arms. ”The best you can get for five hundred gil or less. Though there’s always the basics if you just want a stick to hit something with.”
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Sept 26, 2020 11:16:54 GMT -6
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"Your party put their gil in the hands of a pirate?" Garnet asked for a moment, surprise lacing her voice. Surprise that didn't last long, because she immediately thought about her own team, her own friends, and realised that she was very much a pot calling the kettle black. "The man we trusted to look after all of our gil, who we trusted with... far more than that... was a thief who we first met when he was attempting to kidnap me, so perhaps I am not one to judge," she smiled a little. "The friends I travelled with were something of a larger group," she said, feeling that she had to introduce them, now that Faris had done the same. "There was... the thief I told you about... A man... I trusted... I trust... with my life. I know that sounds absurd, the Queen and the thief, but... he is everything to me. There was my bodyguard, a loyal knight, although... if I am entirely honest, while loyal and capable in combat, I think less reliable with gil and able to speak to the common folk than even I was... A young boy, the kindest, gentlest soul I have ever met... who faced... the worse trauma you can imagine, but stayed by our side regardless... A brave Dragoon knight, noble, kind and strong, who taught me so much about being a strong person... A strange creature from the marshlands, who joined us only to seek out food, but was a loyal ally... A young girl, a summoner, like me, from my true home... she was so full of confidence, no matter what... she was so young, but in many ways I admired her confidence... and a mercenary... he was... unusual, he joined us only to learn why we travelled together, although I am not sure that he ever did..." she finished. "I tried my best to learn. No, that is a lie, I did learn, an awful lot. If you think I am hopeless now, you should have seen me when I first left Alexandria!" she said with a smile and a light laugh as she followed behind Faris, keeping close as warned. "But the only time I was left in charge of our coin I was pick pocketed and lost 2000 gil! I think after I told the others about that they were somewhat reluctant to let me carry any money again," she joked. Not that she HAD told the others about the little Treno incident until later on. She hadn't trusted Zidane not to mock her for it at first...
She tried not to smile at the thought of Faris's gentle sister setting somebody on fire with a staff. It seemed... brutal, compared to the gentle reputation that Faris had built up for her. Then again, she doubted some people would believe the creatures Garnet could summon, given her nature. She didn't seem the type to be able to summon a giant dragon on command. Not that she could at that moment in time... "I do not intend to light anybody on fire, so I think something that enhances my magic would be appreciated," Garnet smiled in response to the possible weapon choices. It would leave her largely defenceless herself, but she wasn't intending to go into combat alone anyway. Better White Magic made her a better White Mage, and therefore more likely to find people willing to work with her, so that worked for her.
"I must confess, I never understood it myself. It seemed custom designed for those that could cast white magic, but if you could cast white magic, then you hardly required the rod to heal people, did you?" she pointed out when Faris laughed about the cure rod. Instead, she decided to go for the more obvious option. "I think that I shall take the rod that enhances magical ability. I do not wish to cast thunder at anybody and already can cure, but making my spells more potent could be useful," she said after only a moment's consideration. She felt the option was easy.
She began counting out the gil, ready to hand it over, giving Faris an appreciative smile. "I would offer to buy you something in thanks for your help, but I am afraid my funds are... somewhat limited, at the moment," she admitted sheepishly.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
The queen was unsurprisingly drawn to the rod that gave a boot in magic. It didn’t boost it by much, really, but it was the best they could get for the gil they had. Dagger didn’t really understand the point of the others. She didn’t want to “light anyone on fire,” and she found the cure rod about as funny as Faris did. ’If you could cast white magic then you hardly require the rod to heal people.’ Faris shook his head.
”Aye, that’s the joke of it,” he said. ”It’s for men without much capability, I think. Maybe I should pick one up for myself.” Not that Faris couldn’t cast white magic if he had to. With the crystal’s power, anything was possible, but his cure spells hit like a punch to the gut. They’d knit a man’s skin back together, but he’d feel every stitch.
The queen counted her money then handed it to Faris with a smile. ”I would offer to buy you something in thanks for your help, but I’m afraid my funds are...somewhat limited at the moment.”
Faris shook his head. ”I wouldn’t take it from you if you did,” he said. ”I’ve made my rounds around this place long enough to pick up a pile of gil for myself. I’ll get by.” And he would. Not easily. Not with his coin purse so light and an air-headed mouth to feed, but he’d do it. He’d have to hold up a merchant’s carriage sometime soon. That was about the only living he knew how to make.
He bought the rod, thanked the seller, tested the weight, and then handed it to her. ”Easy as that,” he said. ”What do you think?”
He thought it was a good buy, himself. It wasn’t much -- even he had to admit that -- but it would do in a pinch, and it sounded like a pinch was all she needed. She’d do fine on her own. He knew she would.
”About what you said, lass. I don’t think you’re useless, and I don’t think you’re naive. Pirating and ruling a kingdom, they’re two different skills, that’s all. I’d be about as useless as a fish on the shore if you dropped me on a throne. They put me in a dress and asked me to smile for a night, and I was already itching to leave!”
Faris laughed. ”You’ve got a strong heart and a good head on your shoulders. It’s always good to have friends to help you along and it sounds like you had the best of them, but you’ll stand tall without them. What you know best, it isn’t nothing. Did you see that lout squirm once you got your back straight? There’s not a man alive who wouldn’t shiver at that.”
She didn’t need to toughen herself. Faris was sure about that. What she needed was confidence, and he thought she was worthy of it. She’d already learned to swim in just about the rockiest waters Faris could imagine. That made her worthy of his respect.
”My advice? Don’t try to be someone you’re not. Play to your strengths, and you’ll do fine.”
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Oct 4, 2020 16:25:44 GMT -6
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Faris suggested that the cure rod was for 'men without much ability' and that he was one of them, and Garnet laughed politely, but shook her head. "I think that you may be mocking me, Captain Faris," she teased back, hands on her hips. "I don't know much about you, but I'm fairly certain that you do not lack for ability," she replied encouragingly. She knew that Faris had only been joking, but she wanted to make sure he knew that she supported him no matter what. He had shown her nothing but kindness, and Garnet wanted to return the favour as much as she could.
"I just felt that I owed you thanks," Garnet admitted somewhat awkwardly when Faris admitted he'd have turned down a thank you gift. "Arriving here has... been difficult, and you've really helped me. A port in my own storm... uh, if I used that phrase correctly," she was sure it was something like that, and it seemed appropriate for the pirate captain, although now she was worried it had come across as insensitive.
She tested the staff as instructed, giving it a few awkward swings. It was obvious from how she was swinging it that she wouldn't inflict much damage, but it felt similar to the weight she was used to, and it reminded her of some of the staffs she had wielded back when they had first started their adventure. It would do. She wasn't planning to hit anything with it anyway. "It's ideal," she smiled, giving a nod of thanks. She was glad that Faris had checked. She knew it was no match for his blade, but it would do the job Garnet needed it to do.
She hesitated though as Faris gave his advice. It caught Garnet off guard, and she was about to protest, that yes, she was trained as a royal and she did well in that role, but that wasn't what was needed right now, when she realised that was Faris's point. Garnet would spend most of her life on a throne, leading a nation. In truth, while she always felt like she was a burden on others, she WAS prepared for that role. She could handle it. It was just that she kept seeming to find herself pulled away from it. Pulled to places where those skills were useless...
...or was the truth that she liked being away from it, she LIKED adventuring, and a big part of her wanted to be better at it because this was where she felt most at home?
"...thank you. Those are... very kind words," Garnet smiled, although it was slightly uneasy. "I think... I'm still learning who I am. I thought I had figured it out after my last adventure, but... perhaps I'm still not certain. But I suppose, I should be grateful I get these opportunities to find out. I might not quite be all Dagger, but I'm not all Garnet either, and I have to accept that." she nodded. "Thank you again, for all of your help, Captain. It is far more than I could have asked for."
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
”Don’t mention it, lass. They were the worst kind, the ones heckling you. I couldn’t let it stand.” Faris crossed his arms, considering her. She still looked uncertain. Exactly as lost as she claimed, but even if he’d had the inclination to stay by her, he thought it wouldn’t do her a lick of good. She needed to stand on her own, he thought. If she really wanted to learn who she was then she could only do it once she’d had some time to herself.
”You’ll find a lot of ’ports in the storm,’ I think, but take care that the winds don’t steer you off course. You’ve got a place to be, don’t you?” Faris smiled at her. This was a storm, alright, and one that he couldn’t see the other side of, but storms had a way of hardening a sailor in the best ways. Dagger would return to her throne, he was sure of it. When she did, she’d have a straighter back and a better head on her shoulders. He hoped.
Faris looked down the marketplace. It was bustling and crowded and a nice distraction when he’d needed one. Part of him longed to stay here, ambling pointlessly from stall to stall touting the money he didn’t have. Part of him longed to mill about until the night came and he had an excuse to return to his inn and sulk for the night. But that wasn’t why he’d come around, was it? No, she had her place to be, and he had his. No matter how he wished he didn’t.
”I should be going,” he said. He was scowling. He couldn’t help it. ”Aye, there’s someone I’m in line to see. A right lout, that one.” He shook his head. ”But you’ll do fine. Don’t let the next one make you feel small. Call him a feckless cur and demand the respect you deserve.” Faris nodded at her. Another princess, another kingdom, another lass lost to the waves.
”Good luck.”
And with that, he was gone, lost to the crowds and the tides that would take him to the last place he wanted to be. To the Wyvern’s Rest. To the Dragonblades.
To that yellow, witless, thick-headed Caius Dragelion.
