[it all blurs together the more he tries to think about it — the trial, his final prayers, the adventurer — and so francel resolves not to think about it at all. he is tired, and this is not even the first time in so many days that he has had to be rescued from the brink of death. he tries to close his eyes, and wrap himself in blankets, and rest.
francel resolves to rest, but all he can think about is haurchefant — haurchefant with snow in his silver hair, riding in on chocoback to save him. his dearest friend, his only friend. he'd saved francel another time, too, all those years ago, when he was a boy of eleven summers being held in the clutches of sneering common bandits.
the young lord is twenty-two now. eleven years have passed since he was eleven summers old, and still, he is the one who needs to be saved.
francel cannot recall ever saving another person. he is always the party in distress.
maybe this is his fate: to be useless, helpless, always the one who must be rescued.
he thinks of this and other things as he sits by the fire in haurchefant's chambers. the business with the adventurer has been resolved: they are off to find their airship in whitebrim front now. after a moment, francel calls out:]
[Relief is an understatement to how he felt. Adventurers were a true blessing and things would not have gone as well as they had without them. He hoped that he can return the favor one day for all their help.
His return to Francel is a bit delayed as he finishes up business and making sure that the group are properly sent off.]
I will not be a moment longer!
[True to his word, Haurchefant enters the chambers with two warm drinks in hand and a warm smile to accompany them. He could now give Francel his undivided attention and to insure that the other was well taken care of after such an ordeal.]
My friend! I hope that you have settled well. I can only imagine what you must have gone through and I am glad that no harm had befallen you.
[Haurchefant takes a seat next to the other and hands him one of the warm mugs.]
Please warm yourself up! My time is all yours now that everything has been squared away. I imagine that there will be a bit fuss to go through Ishgard, but we need not worry about that right away. What matters is that you are well!
[haurchefant wafts into the room like a summer breeze, bearing hot mugs and a warm smile, and suddenly francel feels all his needling, negative thoughts dispelled. the man is joy incarnate; francel feels a kind of golden giddiness spread from his heart out intothe rest of his body, silencing his poisonous thoughts of powerlessness and helplessness. haurchefant has this effect, francel thinks — it is easier to be happy, to laugh and think clearly, in his presence.]
...You have rescued me. Again. I —
[he breaks into a slightly self-deprecating laugh as he takes the steaming mug from his friend’s hands.]
How can I ever repay you, Haurchefant? For this and so many other things?
[He gives the other a friendly pat and a gentle laugh.]
With such heavy allegations; anyone would need a helping hand or two from somewhere. I would not let it weigh heavy on your mind! Not only are you safe, but we have learned much that we are to be more careful and vigilant so that innocents are not taken from us early!
[His smile softens a little.]
I am glad that you are safe. I could not imagine living out the rest of my days without your companionship. I need no repayment of any kind. Your company is already all I can ask for. Surely, you can give me your time if you feel the need to repay me?
I have all the time in the world so long as it is for you.
[holding his drink close to his chest, francel lowers his gaze to the liquid inside. he blows on it gingerly. there are still things that weigh on his mind — the other house haillenarte nobles who were not so fortunate as to escape execution, for instance — but he resolves to push them aside for now. haurchefant would not want him to be unhappy.]
To think, if you were not around I would be dead twice over...
[His smile is gentle and he shakes his head slightly.]
There is a lot on your mind. [A statement. He's sure that the other was thinking a lot on the events that had transpired and more.] We are friends, no? You can always speak to me if you have something on your mind. It would do no good for you to let these things weigh so heavy on you.
...How is it that you always seem to know what ails me?
[smiling, albeit with a touch of melancholy, francel sips at his hot chocolate and stares at the light of the fire pooling out along the stone floor. he feels warm and small beneath his heavy swatch of blankets.]
My thoughts lingered on the other House Haillenarte nobles that have been condemned for heresy as of late. Not a one was of my lineage, I know, but they were sworn to our house, and I wonder now if they were framed, as I was. I did not think it possible for so many of our number to be heretics...
...What if I could have saved them, Haurchefant? If I had defied the inquisitors to protect them, as you did for me?
Meet Pina Conada, shittalker and food hoarder Extreme?
[I hope you are ready for a trip to Ul'Dah as this small little WoL has come back with bountiful food, sweets and alcohol from her home town that she really wants to give her dear friend]
"Ah, there you are, my friend!" A delighted voice grabs your attention. The
small Lalafell bustles through the doors of the Fortemps manor, a place she
has called her home for the last couple of turbulent weeks.
She comes bearing a hamper stuffed to the brim with goods, wrapped foods,
colourful candies and a couple of delicate looking long bottles that are
filled with sweet liquors made from the Bajra Cactus that is native to
Ul'dah.
He can barely see Piña over the size of the thing, as she pops it up on the
table. She had to weasel her way back into her city for this, and her
family members had all loaded up her favourite things for her necessary
exile. Each item, Hauchefant can see, has a hand written tag on it, with
various well wishes.
For the Road! Cocola Cola x Around one of the bottles of Liqour,
there is a small brooch decorated with two small hand axes clipped to the
paper.
Don't get dead, idiot. - Cacado Cado Is a note that perches itself
on top of a box of handcrafted candied fruits.
You're doing so well, kiddo. Love you so much! This one's for the tall
handsome elf, Thank you so much for taking Piñara in.- Mama C xx Lies
tied across a deep blue cashmere scarf.
"Ah, Mama made this one for you, Hauchefant." She grins as she passes the
package to him.
Haurchefant had been spending much of his time in Ishgard as of late. He wasn't skirting his duties, of course, but he wanted to make sure that their charges were settled in proper.
He may have fretted a bit upon hearing her short escapade. The elezen knew that the seasoned adventurer could take care of themselves with ease, but it didn't do much to calm his slight nerves until she had returned. A look of relief is evident on his face. "You've returned! I could not help but worry for a moment. It was foolish of me to have to, but I imagine that it was also no simple feat!"
It honestly pained him that she would be separated from her family for an indefinite amount of time. Hopefully, her name would be cleared sooner than later. He still thought it was shocking that someone with her reputation would be treated like a criminal, but there was naught that could be done. It was wonderful that her family was so caring though. "Your family love you quite so. You will surely have a home to return to once this is all over," he replies with a warm smile.
That smile turns into a slight look of surprise as he takes the item from her. "For me? I am honored!" He looks a little more like a child in a candy store than a grown man. "I hope that I can thank her proper in the future for something so exquisite." That scarf is already going to see some use as he's already wrapping it around his neck. "How does it look on me?"
She laughs as he frets over her, worrying that she may have been caught.
"You aught not worry, my friend, The Colada clan has friends, well, everywhere in Thanalan. T'was not such a large feat to slip in unnoticed." She winks at him. Her family is very good at running interference. It was easy to ask the guards nicely to look the other way, as a couple of them were her cousins. It wasn't difficult to get into town, as Lalafell are a dozen a dime in the City. It was easy to waltz into the Colada Commission and grab her things.
"Your order is ready for collection, Madam." Her sister had said, a cold steel in her voice. Not at her, no, but at the situation that had lead to this. "We hope we will see your patronage again soon."
"Of course, Dear Cocola. You will thank your family for me, I trust?"
"Come back alive. You can thank them yourself."
"We are a family, and to us, that means doing our best by each other regardless of how we feel about the other. We're so large that you're bound not to like every single one of them!" She picks out the candied fruits from her brother. They had a falling out over crops once, and they're getting better, but they'll still argue for the best ways to cultivate.
She grins as Haurchefant as he dons her mother's scarf.
"As most things do , Haurchefant, attractive." She chuckles. "It brings out your eyes, Dear."
"Now, I won't tempt you with the Liquor whilst you're on duty but - hm - ah!" She rummages through the basket and pulls out a small, unassuming brown sack, sealed tight.
"How about some fresh-as-you-can-get Coffee from the Gardens of Ul'Dah?" She opens the pouch and the scent of deep, earthy coffee permeates the air.
"This is my father's favorite. Rolanberry Infused."
With Lord Francel safe and the airship secured, the rest of his companions are making preparations to finally go repair the ship, and find ways to ready it to confront the Primal Garuda. But, Felih figures, they don't need him for all that just yet- Cid and the engineers still need to fix it up before he can go off trying to find a way to make it pierce through the vortex Garuda would inevitably try to shield herself with. The fledgling Warrior of Light has a bit of time to spend as he pleases.
So, despite how very much he is not built for the cold, he opts to remain in Coerthas a little longer, stubborn cat never one to leave his debts unpaid and gratitude unshown.
Twelve, though, he wished he had better clothes for the cold. He's even resorted to letting his long hair down in an attempt to help keep his neck warm in the bitter winds.
"Lord Haurchefant? I- well, I know my friends and I have technically already said farewells, but... do you have a moment to chat?" he chirps hopefully, tail coiling behind him, snow still glistening on the long, thick fur. "There is something that makes me curious."
Haurchefant had expected the day to be average. He'd see adventurers come and go and the usual routine. Felih and his companions was a surprising change of pace, but it felt as though it came as quickly as it went. He won't exactly complain since it meant that things are peaceful.
He hadn't expected the seasoned adventurer to return to Camp Dragonhead so soon, but he definitely would not complain. The elezen is quick to get to his feet and welcome the other. "I have plenty of time to spare! Please, please, come in! Warm yourself at the fire. Let us get you something to drink and warm you up. My time is yours," he says with a warm smile. "What is on your mind? Do not hesitate to speak it."
Felih immediately seems to perk up at Haurchefant's cheery and welcoming response, tail wiggling and puffing up a little as a small purr kicks up in his chest.
"Many thanks, my new friend," he chirps at him, laughing and relaxing as he goes and settles down by the fire. Much like an actual cat, Felih has been gravitating to cozy warm fires and settling down near them as frequently as possible since arriving in Coerthas- his Miqo'te lungs aren't used to the cold, and the warm fire soothes the bite of the cold air.
"As for what's on my mind- it's nothing worrisome, I assure you. Quite the opposite," he says simply, before murmuring, "Well... if you'll pardon my frankness, you're so very friendly compared to the others I have met in Coerthas. Much less suspicious of us, at the very least- you welcomed us with open arms. You stood out, and-" He pauses, humming a little.
"...that is, I am grateful. If there is aught I could ever do to repay you for your help, let me know."
[When Irhya drinks, it's socially, and rarely to the point of drunkenness. And when Irhya does hit drunkenness, or drinks with the intent to do so, it means she's really fucked up. Fortunately, Ishgardians are the champions at drinking their sorrows away, and so she isn't shy about marching into Camp Dragonhead this evening, plunking a bottle down on top of Haurchefant's desk, and dropping herself into a chair nearby.]
I need to get smashed. That's your reward for keeping me from doing anything I'll regret tonight.
[The alcohol in question is a notably rare red wine, obtained from gods-know-where in her travels and intended to be used as a bartering chip. On first glance, it seems like she's being melodramatic, but the hard slant of her ears and sullen twitches of her tail tell a different story. When she looks up, her eyes are pleading.]
Deal?
[The bottom line is, something happened that she's not yet admitting to, the invisible wound still fresh.]
haurchefant has all the most beautiful icons it's not even fair
(( a million years late, but would you care for a thread of Haurchefant accompanying my teeny WoL on a walk around ... somewhere in Eorzea? because sometimes a WoL just needs a small break to hang out with her best bro. :c
I am also up for literally anything though so if you've any desires let me know! ))
((That's completely fine! Sorry for the late reply, but I got sick for a little while and wasn't checking my inboxes at all! I am more than happy to thread out whatever though.))
(( no worries! I feel you on that. Going to set this after the Scions are made wards of House Fortemps, but before Haurchefant integrates back in with the group in the Sea of Clouds during the Vanu Vanu stuff. hopefully this works! ))
[ Ishgard is beautiful. The architecture is so unique compared to what Era has seen of Eorzea thus far, and while it's cold and dark it's so very enchanting; arches framing views of Abalathia's Spine, and gorgeous stonework rails overlooking sheer drops so deep she cannot even guess as to how far away the ground is.
But outside of the Temple Knights, the Forgotten Knight, and House Fortemps Ishgard is far from a welcoming place. Era is an outsider of a race unfamiliar to the Holy See - a race with horns and scales not unlike dragons, even if there is no relation between them. No one dares assault a ward of Edmont Fortemps, but people are clever when they wish to be cruel. She is diminutive and so it's easy for someone to shove her to the ground in the Jeweled Crozier and claim it as an accident, and more than once she has had someone spit at her feet (my apologies, I didn't see you there).
There are kind souls to be found here and there, but few are far enough between that Era has teleported to Camp Dragonhead for the day.
Her arrival is met with smiles and it's like a weight off her shoulders. While she cannot set foot in most other regions of Eorzea the knights of Camp Dragonhead are steadfast allies, offering her warm welcomes and earnest inquiries about how she and the others are fairing.
They are delaying her meeting with Haurchefant and Era knows it's because her dear friend must have paperwork stacked high on his desk. She can't blame them for the tactic, and gives them an hour to catch her up on how the camp has been doing the past few weeks. Once the hour is up, however, Era's smile turns dark and she strides toward Haurchefant's office with such purpose that no one dares try stalling her again. ]
Haurchefant.
[ Her voice, while quiet, carries easily through the room. She can see the conflicting emotions on Yaelle and Corentiaux's faces - the happiness at seeing her again, and the despair that her visit means another day of their Lord putting off his work. ]
Would you care to join me for a walk around the highlands?
[ Probably the first inkling her friend will have that not all is well with her, for as much as Era adores the outdoors and exploring she also has a very low tolerance for the cold (already her visible skin is pale where it isn't flushed red). If it's not for a quest of some sort, the young Auri woman tends to stay away from idle wandering in Coerthas. ]
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francel resolves to rest, but all he can think about is haurchefant — haurchefant with snow in his silver hair, riding in on chocoback to save him. his dearest friend, his only friend. he'd saved francel another time, too, all those years ago, when he was a boy of eleven summers being held in the clutches of sneering common bandits.
the young lord is twenty-two now. eleven years have passed since he was eleven summers old, and still, he is the one who needs to be saved.
francel cannot recall ever saving another person. he is always the party in distress.
maybe this is his fate: to be useless, helpless, always the one who must be rescued.
he thinks of this and other things as he sits by the fire in haurchefant's chambers. the business with the adventurer has been resolved: they are off to find their airship in whitebrim front now. after a moment, francel calls out:]
...Haurchefant? Are you there?
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His return to Francel is a bit delayed as he finishes up business and making sure that the group are properly sent off.]
I will not be a moment longer!
[True to his word, Haurchefant enters the chambers with two warm drinks in hand and a warm smile to accompany them. He could now give Francel his undivided attention and to insure that the other was well taken care of after such an ordeal.]
My friend! I hope that you have settled well. I can only imagine what you must have gone through and I am glad that no harm had befallen you.
[Haurchefant takes a seat next to the other and hands him one of the warm mugs.]
Please warm yourself up! My time is all yours now that everything has been squared away. I imagine that there will be a bit fuss to go through Ishgard, but we need not worry about that right away. What matters is that you are well!
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...You have rescued me. Again. I —
[he breaks into a slightly self-deprecating laugh as he takes the steaming mug from his friend’s hands.]
How can I ever repay you, Haurchefant? For this and so many other things?
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With such heavy allegations; anyone would need a helping hand or two from somewhere. I would not let it weigh heavy on your mind! Not only are you safe, but we have learned much that we are to be more careful and vigilant so that innocents are not taken from us early!
[His smile softens a little.]
I am glad that you are safe. I could not imagine living out the rest of my days without your companionship. I need no repayment of any kind. Your company is already all I can ask for. Surely, you can give me your time if you feel the need to repay me?
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[holding his drink close to his chest, francel lowers his gaze to the liquid inside. he blows on it gingerly. there are still things that weigh on his mind — the other house haillenarte nobles who were not so fortunate as to escape execution, for instance — but he resolves to push them aside for now. haurchefant would not want him to be unhappy.]
To think, if you were not around I would be dead twice over...
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[His smile is gentle and he shakes his head slightly.]
There is a lot on your mind. [A statement. He's sure that the other was thinking a lot on the events that had transpired and more.] We are friends, no? You can always speak to me if you have something on your mind. It would do no good for you to let these things weigh so heavy on you.
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[smiling, albeit with a touch of melancholy, francel sips at his hot chocolate and stares at the light of the fire pooling out along the stone floor. he feels warm and small beneath his heavy swatch of blankets.]
My thoughts lingered on the other House Haillenarte nobles that have been condemned for heresy as of late. Not a one was of my lineage, I know, but they were sworn to our house, and I wonder now if they were framed, as I was. I did not think it possible for so many of our number to be heretics...
...What if I could have saved them, Haurchefant? If I had defied the inquisitors to protect them, as you did for me?
Meet Pina Conada, shittalker and food hoarder Extreme?
That name is so good.
Ready is his middle name when it comes to WoLs. Please.]
Re: That name is so good.
[LET THE REVELS, BEGIN!]
"Ah, there you are, my friend!" A delighted voice grabs your attention. The small Lalafell bustles through the doors of the Fortemps manor, a place she has called her home for the last couple of turbulent weeks.
She comes bearing a hamper stuffed to the brim with goods, wrapped foods, colourful candies and a couple of delicate looking long bottles that are filled with sweet liquors made from the Bajra Cactus that is native to Ul'dah.
He can barely see Piña over the size of the thing, as she pops it up on the table. She had to weasel her way back into her city for this, and her family members had all loaded up her favourite things for her necessary exile. Each item, Hauchefant can see, has a hand written tag on it, with various well wishes.
For the Road! Cocola Cola x Around one of the bottles of Liqour, there is a small brooch decorated with two small hand axes clipped to the paper. Don't get dead, idiot. - Cacado Cado Is a note that perches itself on top of a box of handcrafted candied fruits. You're doing so well, kiddo. Love you so much! This one's for the tall handsome elf, Thank you so much for taking Piñara in.- Mama C xx Lies tied across a deep blue cashmere scarf.
"Ah, Mama made this one for you, Hauchefant." She grins as she passes the package to him.
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He may have fretted a bit upon hearing her short escapade. The elezen knew that the seasoned adventurer could take care of themselves with ease, but it didn't do much to calm his slight nerves until she had returned. A look of relief is evident on his face. "You've returned! I could not help but worry for a moment. It was foolish of me to have to, but I imagine that it was also no simple feat!"
It honestly pained him that she would be separated from her family for an indefinite amount of time. Hopefully, her name would be cleared sooner than later. He still thought it was shocking that someone with her reputation would be treated like a criminal, but there was naught that could be done. It was wonderful that her family was so caring though. "Your family love you quite so. You will surely have a home to return to once this is all over," he replies with a warm smile.
That smile turns into a slight look of surprise as he takes the item from her. "For me? I am honored!" He looks a little more like a child in a candy store than a grown man. "I hope that I can thank her proper in the future for something so exquisite." That scarf is already going to see some use as he's already wrapping it around his neck. "How does it look on me?"
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"You aught not worry, my friend, The Colada clan has friends, well, everywhere in Thanalan. T'was not such a large feat to slip in unnoticed." She winks at him. Her family is very good at running interference. It was easy to ask the guards nicely to look the other way, as a couple of them were her cousins. It wasn't difficult to get into town, as Lalafell are a dozen a dime in the City. It was easy to waltz into the Colada Commission and grab her things.
"Your order is ready for collection, Madam." Her sister had said, a cold steel in her voice. Not at her, no, but at the situation that had lead to this. "We hope we will see your patronage again soon."
"Of course, Dear Cocola. You will thank your family for me, I trust?"
"Come back alive. You can thank them yourself."
"We are a family, and to us, that means doing our best by each other regardless of how we feel about the other. We're so large that you're bound not to like every single one of them!" She picks out the candied fruits from her brother. They had a falling out over crops once, and they're getting better, but they'll still argue for the best ways to cultivate.
She grins as Haurchefant as he dons her mother's scarf.
"As most things do , Haurchefant, attractive." She chuckles. "It brings out your eyes, Dear."
"Now, I won't tempt you with the Liquor whilst you're on duty but - hm - ah!" She rummages through the basket and pulls out a small, unassuming brown sack, sealed tight.
"How about some fresh-as-you-can-get Coffee from the Gardens of Ul'Dah?" She opens the pouch and the scent of deep, earthy coffee permeates the air.
"This is my father's favorite. Rolanberry Infused."
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With Lord Francel safe and the airship secured, the rest of his companions are making preparations to finally go repair the ship, and find ways to ready it to confront the Primal Garuda. But, Felih figures, they don't need him for all that just yet- Cid and the engineers still need to fix it up before he can go off trying to find a way to make it pierce through the vortex Garuda would inevitably try to shield herself with. The fledgling Warrior of Light has a bit of time to spend as he pleases.
So, despite how very much he is not built for the cold, he opts to remain in Coerthas a little longer, stubborn cat never one to leave his debts unpaid and gratitude unshown.
Twelve, though, he wished he had better clothes for the cold. He's even resorted to letting his long hair down in an attempt to help keep his neck warm in the bitter winds.
"Lord Haurchefant? I- well, I know my friends and I have technically already said farewells, but... do you have a moment to chat?" he chirps hopefully, tail coiling behind him, snow still glistening on the long, thick fur. "There is something that makes me curious."
MY COMPUTER RESTARTED AND ATE MY HALF TAG )o)
He hadn't expected the seasoned adventurer to return to Camp Dragonhead so soon, but he definitely would not complain. The elezen is quick to get to his feet and welcome the other. "I have plenty of time to spare! Please, please, come in! Warm yourself at the fire. Let us get you something to drink and warm you up. My time is yours," he says with a warm smile. "What is on your mind? Do not hesitate to speak it."
IT'S OKAY FRIENDO THERE'S NO RUSH <3 c:
"Many thanks, my new friend," he chirps at him, laughing and relaxing as he goes and settles down by the fire. Much like an actual cat, Felih has been gravitating to cozy warm fires and settling down near them as frequently as possible since arriving in Coerthas- his Miqo'te lungs aren't used to the cold, and the warm fire soothes the bite of the cold air.
"As for what's on my mind- it's nothing worrisome, I assure you. Quite the opposite," he says simply, before murmuring, "Well... if you'll pardon my frankness, you're so very friendly compared to the others I have met in Coerthas. Much less suspicious of us, at the very least- you welcomed us with open arms. You stood out, and-" He pauses, humming a little.
"...that is, I am grateful. If there is aught I could ever do to repay you for your help, let me know."
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I need to get smashed. That's your reward for keeping me from doing anything I'll regret tonight.
[The alcohol in question is a notably rare red wine, obtained from gods-know-where in her travels and intended to be used as a bartering chip. On first glance, it seems like she's being melodramatic, but the hard slant of her ears and sullen twitches of her tail tell a different story. When she looks up, her eyes are pleading.]
Deal?
[The bottom line is, something happened that she's not yet admitting to, the invisible wound still fresh.]
haurchefant has all the most beautiful icons it's not even fair
I am also up for literally anything though so if you've any desires let me know! ))
He is a beautiful man.
i love his stupid nose
[ Ishgard is beautiful. The architecture is so unique compared to what Era has seen of Eorzea thus far, and while it's cold and dark it's so very enchanting; arches framing views of Abalathia's Spine, and gorgeous stonework rails overlooking sheer drops so deep she cannot even guess as to how far away the ground is.
But outside of the Temple Knights, the Forgotten Knight, and House Fortemps Ishgard is far from a welcoming place. Era is an outsider of a race unfamiliar to the Holy See - a race with horns and scales not unlike dragons, even if there is no relation between them. No one dares assault a ward of Edmont Fortemps, but people are clever when they wish to be cruel. She is diminutive and so it's easy for someone to shove her to the ground in the Jeweled Crozier and claim it as an accident, and more than once she has had someone spit at her feet (my apologies, I didn't see you there).
There are kind souls to be found here and there, but few are far enough between that Era has teleported to Camp Dragonhead for the day.
Her arrival is met with smiles and it's like a weight off her shoulders. While she cannot set foot in most other regions of Eorzea the knights of Camp Dragonhead are steadfast allies, offering her warm welcomes and earnest inquiries about how she and the others are fairing.
They are delaying her meeting with Haurchefant and Era knows it's because her dear friend must have paperwork stacked high on his desk. She can't blame them for the tactic, and gives them an hour to catch her up on how the camp has been doing the past few weeks. Once the hour is up, however, Era's smile turns dark and she strides toward Haurchefant's office with such purpose that no one dares try stalling her again. ]
Haurchefant.
[ Her voice, while quiet, carries easily through the room. She can see the conflicting emotions on Yaelle and Corentiaux's faces - the happiness at seeing her again, and the despair that her visit means another day of their Lord putting off his work. ]
Would you care to join me for a walk around the highlands?
[ Probably the first inkling her friend will have that not all is well with her, for as much as Era adores the outdoors and exploring she also has a very low tolerance for the cold (already her visible skin is pale where it isn't flushed red). If it's not for a quest of some sort, the young Auri woman tends to stay away from idle wandering in Coerthas. ]