[Whatever, tank life, she can take the hate. Living Dead etc.
Anyway, here's Irhya flying into Dotharl Khaa... possibly with a message from Esugen to Mauci, or something like that. Gee, those two sure have been getting close for an Oronir and a Dotharl, huh? Perhaps you should question her on that, since she did come straight from the Dawn Throne...]
[(if you would rather just do timeline shenanigans and have sadu not know ibakha that is fine too!)
Ibakha is a Dotharl known for wandering. Every lifetime, she eventually just leaves one day, checks in maybe once a decade, and generally, the other Dotharls only know something's even happened to Ibakha when the next one is born. So it was probably something of a shock when the Naadam started, and there was Ibakha, somehow fighting for the Mol. It was a mess, to say the least, but after she had claimed the Naadam's victory... Well, she felt like Sadu probably deserved some kind of explanation.
On the other hand, this also somehow felt like Sadu was about to crush her with a meteor. Talking was awkward, she'd much rather just leave, but unfortunately, invading Garleans made that kind of hard. So... How to break the ice? How to make this less awkward?
Ibakha finally returns to Dotharl Khaa, making a beeline for Sadu's tent, sauntering in like she owns the place.]
[I hope this alright! Sadu is so much fun, I'm so happy to see her here.]
Felih was no longer a stranger to the Steppe, not after all that had happened. But even so, sometimes he still felt... off balance. The cultures of all the clans were so different- much like the different cultures in each Seeker clan, but at least Felih knew of the Miqo'te things that often could be the same across clans.
Among the Xaela? Not so much. He's clueless, but nonetheless happy to wander among them and learn.
But, the Dotharl and their reincarnations... it stirs a feeling in him he can't quite name, and often spends time helping out any members of the clan when he's in the area. This time, though, it's Sadu he's approaching for help- he only hopes she isn't busy.
"Hey- Sadu!" Felih chirps, jumping down off his Yol, a mischievous grin on his face and a black mage's staff in his hand. Felih is an arcanist- scholar primarily, but summoner as well. He should not be trusted holding a black mage's staff. "Do you have a free afternoon?"
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Anyway, here's Irhya flying into Dotharl Khaa... possibly with a message from Esugen to Mauci, or something like that. Gee, those two sure have been getting close for an Oronir and a Dotharl, huh? Perhaps you should question her on that, since she did come straight from the Dawn Throne...]
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Ibakha is a Dotharl known for wandering. Every lifetime, she eventually just leaves one day, checks in maybe once a decade, and generally, the other Dotharls only know something's even happened to Ibakha when the next one is born. So it was probably something of a shock when the Naadam started, and there was Ibakha, somehow fighting for the Mol. It was a mess, to say the least, but after she had claimed the Naadam's victory... Well, she felt like Sadu probably deserved some kind of explanation.
On the other hand, this also somehow felt like Sadu was about to crush her with a meteor. Talking was awkward, she'd much rather just leave, but unfortunately, invading Garleans made that kind of hard. So... How to break the ice? How to make this less awkward?
Ibakha finally returns to Dotharl Khaa, making a beeline for Sadu's tent, sauntering in like she owns the place.]
It has been some time.
[#nailed it.]
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Felih was no longer a stranger to the Steppe, not after all that had happened. But even so, sometimes he still felt... off balance. The cultures of all the clans were so different- much like the different cultures in each Seeker clan, but at least Felih knew of the Miqo'te things that often could be the same across clans.
Among the Xaela? Not so much. He's clueless, but nonetheless happy to wander among them and learn.
But, the Dotharl and their reincarnations... it stirs a feeling in him he can't quite name, and often spends time helping out any members of the clan when he's in the area. This time, though, it's Sadu he's approaching for help- he only hopes she isn't busy.
"Hey- Sadu!" Felih chirps, jumping down off his Yol, a mischievous grin on his face and a black mage's staff in his hand. Felih is an arcanist- scholar primarily, but summoner as well. He should not be trusted holding a black mage's staff. "Do you have a free afternoon?"