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[attr="class","character-spring-1c"]“Swim Against the Tide.”
[attr="class","character-spring-1d"]The ivory parasol with golden embroidery twirled upon each step across the sun-bleached path. Her heels clicked softly until she finally came to a stop at the end of the road. Beside her were the stone walls of Torensten. Before her was the emerald waters ebbing and flowing and the soft hues of blue and orange of sky. The sun's golden rays touched the crest of the gentle waves.She pressed a free hand to the railing to lean forward as she watched. It was still early in the morning and so she found herself alone on the trail.
Alone and pondering…
It felt so much like the day she was alone on the airship. That moment she leaned over the rails and let the wind take hold of her hair and saw the world so far below with new eyes. The world had suddenly felt so much more vast and colorful then. She held the same question in her heart now as she did then. Where was she going?
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it. But alas, it seemed people always had somewhere for her to be - be it her family, her husband, her captor, or Lindblum’s people. Even the higher power that brought her gave her no choice. The path had always been chosen for her.
She resumed her leisurely pace, her eyes lowered on the smooth bricks. The wind kissed her hair again. At least now, she was in a faraway place. And it was fortunate of her to be placed in Torensten. So similar was it to Lindblum with its technology and magic mingled so closely. It was what she was familiar with. It gave her some peace of mind. But now…
She looked out before her. The white path lingered on with slight divergences ahead.
She would stop being told where to go. She would take what power she possessed and she would seize the choice herself. If only she could decide how to go about it.
[attr="class","character-spring-1e"]Open • Fell free to do whatevs.
he weather had certainly taken a turn for the warmer as of late. It was getting pretty hot out but it certainly beat the damn storm that had lasted for weeks and she'd had to fight pirates in the middle of. Weird story. She also wasn't entirely used to this city's weird tech. Did they even have air conditioning around here? Or was it some kind of strange magic crystals that kept you cool when you stuck them in your shirt or something.
Or would that just be ice cubes?
Well, she'd figure something out. Probably. Hopefully. This whole place was a new learning experience. The way people did things, the technology, the architecture, all of it was so different from what she was used to. And not like Galbadia to Timber different, it was really different. And they were super big on magic around here too. It was kinda strange given she came from a world where no one could wield magic naturally, and the people who gained that ability (like herself) were subject to a great deal of wariness from others. Here though? Mages were the cool thing to become. So different.
Rinoa wandered along whatever path she was on aimlessly. She really should try to come up with a plan and figure out what to do with herself in this world. Find a purpose. She didn't think that the powers that be that had summoned her here did so for her to wait tables or something. There had to be a better reason. She just needed to find it! But did one start looking for such info...
Rinoa was pulled from her thoughts as Angelo barked and bounded further up the path. She came to what looked like a noblewoman, sniffing at her and giving a friendly bark in greeting. Uh oh. Rinoa knew what high cut people could be like, and having some random dog bothering them could be a huge trigger point for many. Rinoa ran forward to pull her dog away from the lady.
"Angelo! Stop!" she called. Moving the animal back, she looked up at the lady and gave her an apologetic smile, "Heh, sorry about that. She probably just likes how you smell or something..." she said.
[attr="class","character-spring-1c"]“Swim Against the Tide”
[attr="class","character-spring-1d"]Her thoughts churned in circles. Much like how the sea tumbled tumultuously upon itself during a storm. Perhaps, she should keep a journal to pull them from her mind. Perhaps the leather bound bindings could dam the flood of ruminations. Or, alternatively, she needed a distraction. Something to disperse the thoughts, much like a stone rippling a pond.
And, as if the universe read her mind, the reprieve came in the form of a yip.
Lady Hilda’s heels came to a stop at the sound. There was a gentle push at her skirts and the sound of sniffing. And the dog was already excitedly wagging its rump in excitement. She put out a hand for the dog to have a sniff. The pet seemed to be satisfied and gave an excited greeting. A smile touched her lips as she looked down at the cheerful beastie.
It already made her feel much better. As if all her worries vanished at the mere presence of a curious canine. How beautiful the simplicity of animal curiosity was.
The worried owner revealed herself and Hilda looked up and turned to greet her with a usual smile. “Please, do not fret. Angelo must have known I needed a bit of a nudge this fine morning.” Angelo was the name she called out, was it not? She looked down at the happy dog. “Good morning to you too.” She said cheerfully. “May I pet her?” She politely inquired of Rinoa.
Then, she bowed her head in regal acknowledgement to Rinoa. “Would you be so inclined to join me? I would very much like a companion.” She then waited for a response, washed in the first rays of the sun. She wondered if it was strange for her to request someone to walk with her. But it only seemed a respectable request to do.
[attr="class","character-spring-1e"] @rinoa • She seems quite fond of Angelo.
h good, the woman wasn't mean. That was lucky. In Rinoa's experience people of 'higher standing' tended to put on a lot of airs. Like it was required of them to be snobby. It was one of the reasons she ran away from her father's mansion, among other things. It didn't mean everyone was like that though, but it did make one wary. This woman could be putting on a polite act too, but that was unlikely. The upper class didn't usually put on their masks for those they believed didn't matter in their social hierarchy.
"Of course!" Rinoa replied to the woman when she asked to pet Angelo. The dog barked happily. Angelo was also usually a pretty good judge of character too, so if she was this happy around the woman then she was probably a-okay. Then the woman asked if Rinoa would walk with her. And did so with all the formality she could muster for such a simple request. W-was Rinoa suppose to bow back? She opted not to in case the woman thought she was mocking her. That was the only way Rinoa could see that coming off. As for the request itself, it was an interesting thing to ask of her. Interesting enough for Rinoa to agree to it just out of pure curiosity. And it wasn't like she had anything else going on either.
"Sure. I like company." Rinoa answered with a smile. Angelo barked in agreement. Not liking company was a bit of an understatement really. Rinoa couldn't stand being alone. She was too much of an extrovert to be on her own and not have anyone to chat with. The more the merrier.
"Well, as you already know, this is Angelo and I'm Rinoa." she introduced. She wondered if the woman had a title of some kind. Lots of upper class people had titles attached to their names. Her father's was 'General' and he tended to make sure everyone knew that.
[attr="class","character-spring-1c"]“Swim Against the Tide”
[attr="class","character-spring-1d"]Lady Hilda smiled and leaned down to pet the dog behind its ears. The animal was well groomed and very taken care of. A bundle of delight in the first rays of the morning. She wondered why she had never had one in the palace. Perhaps it was because the mechanical parts seemed to frighten away animals with their whirring and grinding sounds. Or at least, she would have supposed so.
When Rinoa spoke, Hilda stood up and clasped her hands. “I’m delighted to hear it.” She said warmly, making a polite gesture toward the path ahead of them. She turned to walk alongside the young lady. “It is a pleasure to meet you both. I am Lady Hildagarde Fabool.” She paused, remembering Queen Garnet’s caution on using titles when they had no claim here. And yet, she could not seem to shake it. It was part of her identity. Plus, the title “Lady” had many different rankings attributed to it. A stranger would be hard to guess she was a Lady Regent.
Was she still a lady regent? Worlds away from her home? If she was to decide her path, then she had to decide what she was and what she was not.
“Hilda.” She corrected, looking out to the ocean again. She did her best to mingle with everyone with the same politeness. Everyone deserved it did they not? There was a bit of silence between them. A gentle rift, but one she meant to fill. “Do you frequent this path often?” She closed her parasol. It seemed impolite when it was too small to share. “Which path do you usually take ahead?” Her heels clicked along the white, sun-bleached path. She curiously tilted her head as she looked to Rinoa.
[attr="class","character-spring-1e"] @rinoa • Doing okay so far.
ee, she had a title. It was just as Rinoa had thought. Rinoa had been born to the upperclass, but her world didn't have fancy titles for them. Her father had the title of General, but he had earned that through military work. The closest Rinoa had was being called 'The Princess' by the Forest Owls, but that was more mocking than serious. She wondered how prestigious this woman was in the world. Did she go to courts and things? Probably lots of fancy parties and balls at least. But after introducing herself the Lady paused a moment and then just gave herself a shorter version of her first name. So just Hilda then? Interesting. This one was definitely different than Rinoa's expectations suggested she should be. Her father was always 'General Caraway', you wouldn't dare use his first name without being a very close, old friend. In fact, Rinoa could only remember her mother calling him by his first name. Even those closest to him called him Caraway.
He had a weird first name anyway. Her grandparents were oddballs.
Then Hilda asked about the path before them and if Rinoa knew the way. That was interesting. Rinoa had expected her to know the way. Rinoa, herself, didn't have the slightest clue as to where any of this lead. For all she knew they were about to be arrested for walking down the king's personal thinking path. Though if that were the case, she imagined Hilda would know that much. This path probably lead nowhere important if the Lady didn't recognize it. Rinoa gave a shrug to the older woman.
"Nope, never been this way before. I'm just wandering at the moment. I'm kind of new around here." she explained. Well, she'd been here for a bit now, but this was a big city. Took awhile to see the whole thing, "What brings you out to an unfamiliar path?Just need a change of scenery?" she asked. Where Hilda's shoes lightly clicked with grace, Rinoa's sturdy boots scraped and dragged on the path with her less practiced and refined movements.
[attr="class","character-spring-1c"]“Swim Against the Tide”
[attr="class","character-spring-1d"]“May I ask what you have discovered? I am in a similar dilemma, you see. A humble host brought me here, but has failed to provide my itinerary.” Whatever power had brought her here, failed to provide any details whatsoever. She found herself worrying about the state of affairs in Lindblum. How fared the diplomatic conferences and the accounts? Did the people have pressing issues that she needed to resolve? Who would make sure her husband didn’t work the airman and the engineers to the bone on his newest and latest technologies?
There were plenty of other things to worry about too. Like her daughter and whether she was keeping up her studies. The girl was fierce and had quite the spirit, but Hilda wondered about her fount of magic going untamed.
She gave a soft sigh, a frown forming on her lips as she looked distantly out to the sea.
“To clear my mind.” She realized she sounded a little dreamy. “What does one do when they are lost?” Hilda had been given her roles all her life. She shook her head and huffed a sad smile. “Forgive me for such an intrusive question.”
Then, she heard a cry just a short distance ahead. She tilted her head to the side as she listened again. Then, several more cries that sounded like young children filled the air. She looked at Rinoa for a moment, “Did you hear?” She hiked up her skirts so she may hurry forward. She let out a small gasp at what she saw around the bend and at the fork up ahead.
A small gaggle of children with dropped backpacks rushed to the edge of the cliff, pressing themselves tightly against the railing. Their eyes peered down. She followed their gaze as she pressed a hand to the railing. A young boy slid under the railing and now luckily sat on the wet crevice on the wall of the cliff. The sea seemed threatening below, while the earth itself held no succor for him.
She pointed at the victim below. “I have enough magic to raise him, however I fear the sea wind shall be too rough if he went unattended.” She looked around for a rope or a stick or anything to help gain leverage on him. When she found none, she shushed the frightened children gently. “Encourage him. Tell him aid has arrived.” If anything, they all needed to calm down. With an elegant wave of her wrist, a soft shimmer filled the air between the children and the railing. The magical barrier would at least keep more from falling.
The children seemed uncertain of the strangers. But then, the bully, Craig, huffed and spat on the ground. “'Fraidy Tom was scared of a little peek. He’s more useful down there.” Then chaos ensued as the girl tried to encourage the endangered boy. Meanwhile the two other boys started to shove Craig to shut up and that it was his fault.
Hilda creased her brow, “If I may request assistance…” She said lightly, knowing she could not handle this erupting fight and the fallen boy on her own.
