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year 5, quarter 3
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Post by Terra Branford on Jan 18, 2022 19:40:17 GMT -6
Days had come and days had gone away as Terra remained in her solitude. Many of her magical abilities had become twisted and warped while she had been living on Zephon. Mostly because of her own Esperkin nature than anything else. The months without magic to suddenly be back with magic flowing through her veins and her Esper side reemerging had taken much out of her. So much in fact that she had had to go into a solitary life for the last few years.
During this timetable she focused on relearning the magical energies that flowed through her. Thankfully after all this time she finally had control over the Esper within and all of the magical energies that were hers to command. With all of her control regained she found herself leaving the small camp that she had been living at. After taking a stop inside of a small town to get the excess hair cut she found herself back on the road to a familiar town. The town of Torenstein was her destination as this was the one place she could not help but return to the town she had once fought for without thoughts for her own safety.
Entering the town she was happy to just see how the town had changed since the last time she had been there. There was nothing on fire that wasn't supposed to be on fire and instead everything seemed to be going well. Pulling the blue cloak she received that day around herself she moved first to a salon. Something that she had been told by Edgar many years earlier stuck with her. Every once in a while you need to pamper yourself. Thankfully she had saved several lost people over the last few years in that patch of forest and had saved a decent amount of GP. So she got her hair trimmed up and headed to a place to get some new clothes. Which was her next stop and after doing that and getting something that fit her and was nearly identical to her original getup she headed out into the open air of the city.
A slight chill went through her as the chill of the air swirled around her. It was a welcoming breeze but she could not help but look around. There were fliers for some group known as the Dragonblades and another talking about helping out with other things. For her she did not have any idea how or what she would be doing, but for now she was happy to at least be free and walking around.
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Jan 20, 2022 19:19:12 GMT -6
serve the good, be one of the greats, heal the world and change our fate
Laurelin rarely shopped at her leisure, having grown accustomed to splitting meager coin between allies with the sole purpose of buying necessities. Now torn from friend and home the elf had an influx of Gil. Wandering between the aisles she patted her satchel with a sly, boastful smile. The famous Dragonblades surely would not miss a mission or two not reaching their ears.
“Fascinating.” Laurelin lifted the object to examine it with keen eyes. Black as a moonless night it was, streaked with silver, with an equally lovely nib. A master craftsman had forged this object, his work as functional as it was eloquent. “Exquisite.”
The shopkeeper’s brows raised from the magazine he had been reading. “You’s never seen a pen before?”
“None like this,” Laurelin replied, eyes taking in the veins of Mythril glinting in the sunspray filtering through the paned window. “I own a fine quill.” Pride swelled in her chest. Pyrolisk feathers were tricky to obtain, trickier yet to carve into a functioning tool, but she had done just that on the road. It was her treasure, one that grounded her, a reminder of days past…
She returned the pen to its padded box, decided to keep her gil for necessities.
With a polite smile Laurelin excused herself, exited the store, and was greeted with the familiar thrumming of magic that gave Torensten its livelihood. Inhaling deeply, Laurelin savored it, sensing each mage that offered their own strength to the crystal catalysts. Moments like this, with her eyes closed and lost to the powers that set her veins aflame, reminded her of home. Of Elfheim with arcana that ran as deep as the forest roots which hugged her borders, ancient as the race which claimed it as theirs. Torensten, while old, held a youthful vigor. Most likely the result of countless spellcasters renewing its supply.
Slipping into the throng, Laurelin considered her next move. While she enjoyed Torensten’s libraries and shops alike for information of this new world, something needled her. The call for adventure. The need to feel useful. The thrill of new discoveries. Perhaps she would travel to the coast and further yet. Perhaps she would find her companions.
Rounding a corner, Laurelin felt the sudden collision in her bones. With a gasp, she reached out, hoping to catch the woman’s wrist before she fell.
Post by Terra Branford on Jan 22, 2022 19:13:04 GMT -6
The day had been going along as well as expected for Terra. It was a pleasant thing to be walking around in a town once more and she was lost in her own thoughts. This came to a sudden end as she rounded a corner and she suddenly ran into someone. As she impacted the person she felt herself beginning to tumble backwards. Yet before she was to tumble down onto the ground with a slightly hard thud she felt someone grab her wrist. This made her catch her breath and she let her mind recollect herself.
Catching her feet beneath her she managed to get herself back onto her feet. Giving a slight tug as she was back on her feet she looked toward the person with whom she had ran into. “Thank you miss for catching me and I am sorry for running into you.” With the apology spoken up Terra could not help but take a step back and appraise the full height of the person in front of her. It was truly an imposing figure but then again she was not intimidated as she had been around Umaro for quite a while and he proved that height does not mean that someone was a monster. Though she spotted something that did catch her eye which was the ever so slight change to their ears compared to what she was normally used to seeing.
Yet with that she did not break her demeanor and she smiled toward the elf. Dusting herself off with her left hand she could not help but speak up. ”I am Terra what is your name miss so I can give you a proper thank you?”
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on May 4, 2022 15:13:49 GMT -6
serve the good, be one of the greats, heal the world and change our fate
She was light as a feather, the elf noted, while gently tugging the woman back to her feet. Satisfied she was stable, Laurelin released the other’s wrist and straightened. “You needn’t apologize. I should have been vigilant”—a smooth smile lit her features, matching the mirth in her eyes— “as I am well equipped for the lofty task.”
The Fiends only knew how awkward she had been when she had sprouted like a bamboo shoot. All knobby kneed, willow limbs that lacked the grace befitting her race, often resulting in her tripping over her skirts. One memory struck out to her, the time she had stumbled, clashed into her mother, dropping both like flies. It is natural, her father had remarked around a grin, offering his hand to both wife and daughter. Her mother playfully huffed from her position beneath tangled limbs, commenting about their children resembling him, and Laurelin did not miss the way her father flushed. And much like me, they’ll grow accustomed to being one with the sequoias.
He had not been wrong. Though today might have proved him elsewise. “Laurelin,” she answered, and offered her right hand. “It is a pleasure, Terra.”
She gave Terra a cursory overlook. Clothing and hair stylings did not come cheap and, if her judgment was credible, this garment was new as well as the haircut. Potentially costly. As were many things when one dolled themselves up to make an impression. She had done it herself some odd years back, when she had fancied a certain dwarven lady. Absentmindedly, Laurelin brushed her fingers against the broach resting above her heart and smiled fondly.
“Nonetheless, I’m glad you’re unharmed,” she said, giving one last sweep, confirming the hair still neat and the outfit unsoiled. “I hope I haven’t delayed you either. I rather not be the reason a lady is late for a date.”
Post by Terra Branford on Jun 25, 2022 9:21:40 GMT -6
A light laugh escaped Terra’s lips as she was hefted back to her feet. It seemed that this person was a kindly type and that was welcome for her. For simple moments like this were good times and who knew it might be the start of a brilliant friendship. Yet only time would be able to figure that out. A slight movement from the elven woman caught Terra’s attention and she would keep the movement in her mind as she could not help herself.
“Oh it would take much more than a little bump like that to hurt a little ol me. Accidents happen.. As for delaying me, you are not doing that in the slightest. I have no destination nor plans at the moment. I have been drifting as the wind blows as an old friend would say.” Speaking softly Terra brushed off her side where she had made contact with the ground. Being dirty was not something that really bothered her. As back home each day she would have dirtied clothing and a smudged face from just the basic duties of helping the orphans around town.
Raising an arm over her right should she stretched out a little and lightly touched the hairpin she had in her hair as she stretched. A gift after Kefka was killed from Edgar that she held dear. ”Are you also a visitor to this world or are you one of the lovely people I have had the pleasure of meeting here on Zephon?” Terra had to find a way to keep a pleasant conversation going and this seemed to be the easiest way to do it in her mind. All Terra wished to do was find more friendly faces and in some time possibly find Celes once more. Though her friend would be someone she would seek out in the future as that was not something in the pressing needs in her mind.
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Aug 24, 2022 11:13:32 GMT -6
Laurelin’s eyes lit up. “So I won’t be accompanying a lady with an apology for waylaying her!” Her laugh was sweet to her ears. So was her voice.
“Your old friend sounds wise.” She left an unspoken not to mention very elvish hang in the air. So Terra was one accustomed to travel, which seemed at odds in this crowd. Sure, while Torestanians used their ships, it seemed within the realm of their borders. While uncertain, Laurelin surmised Terra must have traveled outside the realm of airships, used to roughing it, with twigs littering her hair. Laurelin’s heart lurched as memories of her companions waking with forest litter clinging to them, eyes hazy from sleep. “May their adventures be grand.”
While she spoke, Terra had adjusted her hairpin, capturing Laurelin’s eye. It looked lovely, delicate, yet strong, like the woman standing before her. Perhaps that was a memento from her dear, old friend. She hadn’t much time to dwell upon it, for her company spoke again. Lovely. While accustomed to the idioms of humans, the word had taken her aback. None ever called her lovely—even in platonic conversations such as this. Laurelin found she liked it.
“A visitor,” she admitted as warmth colored her cheeks. “I have reviewed maps and asked about and found no traces of my home.” Contrary to popular opinion, Elfheim was not the center of the world. Only Nick—the fledgling red mage from Gaia—had an inkling of her town. Given her peoples’ secrecy and him hailing from the same world, it came as no surprise. The last she knew, he was also in Torensten, hopefully under the tutelage of a local mage or in the academy itself. Perhaps they’d cross paths again.
Paths. Her stomach churned. How she missed them. Turning her attention towards the distance, where she felt the deep roots of the trees beyond city limits tug at her heart. While she would have loved to bask beneath the canopies, Laurelin felt a greater need. Her companions may walk this realm, and she found herself driven to find them. “The wind has been calling,” she said, absently aloud, her fingers toying with the strap of her satchel, “and I am likened to follow it.” Her eyes found Terra’s. “I am sure you understand.”
Post by Terra Branford on Sept 26, 2022 19:20:08 GMT -6
“Yes he is a good man. I hope that he is doing well.” Terra could not help but respond after Laurelin gave her admiration to her friend. It truly was something good to remember those people that she had fought Kefka alongside. Though when it came for her to speak about if she was a visitor it seemed that there was not much of a hesitation as she stated that she was a visitor. How she had checked maps and other things and had found not a single thing that showed her home.
Sympathizing with her on this Terra could not help but nod toward her. ”I have done the same thing. The town I was protecting is not to be found so I wander and try to help where I can.” Her words were calm and with some purpose to them. As Terra knew full well that should she find a way back to Mobliz she would take it. The children there need her there to protect all of them and keep hope up in response to the world's condition. Especially the new parents that she knew just had had their child just before she had come here to Zephon. If at the least if time ran at the same rate here then it has only been a few years. Though she still hoped that if she ever was sent back home then it would be in the same moment that she had left so that there was nothing missed.
As Laurelin spoke about following the wind and listening it to as for her travels was certainly something that she sympathized with. “That honestly sounds amazing and I can enjoy that feeling. Since arriving here I have done just that to help. But I feel I am just repeating myself. Tell me about your home and I will gladly tell you about my home.” As she spoke Terra shifted her weight from one foot to the other. As despite this starting off smashingly she could not help but feel a little awkward around someone so new to her.
