[ It has been a few days since Era's last bout with Omega, but she has kept herself busy with visiting as many of her closest allies and teachers as she can to ascertain their good health. In a short amount of time she has Teleported from Aetheryte to Aetheryte all across Eorzea and Othard, leaving her feeling somewhat drained - enough that Era sticks to her bard skills and equipment in order to conserve her energy. There will be no flinging of Fouls and Verflares for her today.
If she hadn't known any better Era would swear that Thancred could still use Aetherytes for how long it takes her to track him down. She stops by a handful of towns until she finally catches him at a local tavern, which doesn't come as much of a surprise to her. A cursory glance tells her that he is indeed without grievous injuries - ones that are visible, at least. After what happened with Nero... There is still the possibility of other injuries, though at the moment it seems doubtful.
Regardless, Era needs a break. How better to spend one's downtime than catching up with a friend you've not seen for a few moons? ]
Thancred.
[ She greets her old friend with a small wave and a warm smile. Without waiting for invitation she seats herself across from him, smoothing out the skirt of her woolen dress as she does so. It's a change of pace from what she normally wears but sometimes Era likes to dress herself up, especially if she isn't required to cull foul beasts or trek through all manner of terrain on quests.
Her hair is longer than when they last met - now past her shoulders instead of cropped short and out of the way. It's different. She's different. For all her recent successes there have been many failures, leaving Era more cautious and uncertain than ever before; dim where once she was vibrant. She has never been good at reading people, forcing her to be suspicious of strangers everywhere she goes as of late and it's tiring. Spending time with trusted friends comes as a welcome relief, especially one as adept at reading people as Thancred. ]
It's a rather calm and quiet day in the Rising Stones- one of the few they occasionally get, it seems. Still, Felih's going to take advantage of the fact that no one seems to have anything pressing to do today, and he immediately goes over and hops onto the table Thancred is sitting on, sudden and reckless.
"Hey," Felih says, before setting down a pair of rogue's blades. "You're plenty skilled as a rogue, and you make it look like a dance. Teach me how to use these." His ears are perked up and forward, intrigued and hopeful.
Felih is... a mage. A healer, first and foremost. He rarely picks up his bow these days, let alone blades.
Careful there! Thancred was sharpening some of his throwing knives, and if Felih had hopped three llms to the left... well, best not thought about. He slips his own blades away... somewhere. Some pocket or belt or something -- and he regards Felih with a crooked smirk - and perhaps a bit of surprise. Flattery is always a good first step in getting favors from Thancred, but he's a trifle bemused by the sudden demans.
"Not even a please?" he teases before dropping his gaze to the daggers and then Felih's hands before sliding back up to that eager face and perky ears. "Dare I ask what brought his on? I was under the impression you preferred mending cuts to making them."
While he is willing to offer basic instruction, it just seems so unexpected that he must know why first!
Felih laughs then, before purring at him, "Oh, my apologies- should I bat my lashes and sidle up to you like your many lady loves?" He's teasing, ears wigging playfully as he leans forward and down to get closer, before he changes his expression, pleading eyes and ears pinned back. "My lovely Thancred, won't you pretty please teach me the art of wielding daggers?"
And then, his tail thwacks Thancred lightly on the shoulder as he drops the expression and grins, all mischief and play as ever.
"As for why, well. I figured maybe I should be able to defend myself in close combat..." His smile turns a bit wry. "I'm the lone healer in my team, after all, and once the enemy figures that out, well..." Needless to say, Felih is very often the target of enemy blade and fire alike, and when he's pinned and trapped in close quarters, sometimes cold steel is more efficient to use than a spell that could just as easily harm him as his enemy.
"...That, and Rhok bet me I couldn't do it," he admits after a moment, tail twitching irritably as he remembers his smug-ass, idiot tank's infuriating grin and taunts.
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If she hadn't known any better Era would swear that Thancred could still use Aetherytes for how long it takes her to track him down. She stops by a handful of towns until she finally catches him at a local tavern, which doesn't come as much of a surprise to her. A cursory glance tells her that he is indeed without grievous injuries - ones that are visible, at least. After what happened with Nero... There is still the possibility of other injuries, though at the moment it seems doubtful.
Regardless, Era needs a break. How better to spend one's downtime than catching up with a friend you've not seen for a few moons? ]
Thancred.
[ She greets her old friend with a small wave and a warm smile. Without waiting for invitation she seats herself across from him, smoothing out the skirt of her woolen dress as she does so. It's a change of pace from what she normally wears but sometimes Era likes to dress herself up, especially if she isn't required to cull foul beasts or trek through all manner of terrain on quests.
Her hair is longer than when they last met - now past her shoulders instead of cropped short and out of the way. It's different. She's different. For all her recent successes there have been many failures, leaving Era more cautious and uncertain than ever before; dim where once she was vibrant. She has never been good at reading people, forcing her to be suspicious of strangers everywhere she goes as of late and it's tiring. Spending time with trusted friends comes as a welcome relief, especially one as adept at reading people as Thancred. ]
It is good to see you well.
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"Hey," Felih says, before setting down a pair of rogue's blades. "You're plenty skilled as a rogue, and you make it look like a dance. Teach me how to use these." His ears are perked up and forward, intrigued and hopeful.
Felih is... a mage. A healer, first and foremost. He rarely picks up his bow these days, let alone blades.
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"Not even a please?" he teases before dropping his gaze to the daggers and then Felih's hands before sliding back up to that eager face and perky ears. "Dare I ask what brought his on? I was under the impression you preferred mending cuts to making them."
While he is willing to offer basic instruction, it just seems so unexpected that he must know why first!
that gagtag was bEAUTIFUL thank you I cracked up
And then, his tail thwacks Thancred lightly on the shoulder as he drops the expression and grins, all mischief and play as ever.
"As for why, well. I figured maybe I should be able to defend myself in close combat..." His smile turns a bit wry. "I'm the lone healer in my team, after all, and once the enemy figures that out, well..." Needless to say, Felih is very often the target of enemy blade and fire alike, and when he's pinned and trapped in close quarters, sometimes cold steel is more efficient to use than a spell that could just as easily harm him as his enemy.
"...That, and Rhok bet me I couldn't do it," he admits after a moment, tail twitching irritably as he remembers his smug-ass, idiot tank's infuriating grin and taunts.