A Realm Reborn

[levelthreehooligan]

Far From Home

A rickety carriage ride, a pair of snow white siblings and a Moogle. Without knowing it, you all started the same way. This is the beginning of your story, all of you,during your first trip to the City State that would change your lives.

Whether it be under the lush canopies of the Shroud, through the busy thoroughfares of  Ul'Dah or amongst the whispering sea winds of Limsa Lominsa, each one welcomes you, feels like home.

With only the weapon you scampered away with, the clothes on your backs, and an inexplicable feeling of purpose - You have arrived. 

 

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[dragoonrouge]

Q'uila had certainly been responsible and done her duty as Gridania's envoy...a good bell and half ago. And she certainly wasn't going to admit to anyone that she had only noticed that Connor's thrice damned basket was missing as she was leaving her meeting. It was with that in mind that she been on her way to docks in search of it when she'd encountered Pinya's gambling ring.

A gambling ring that she had no intention of stopping and was in fact watching the proceedings with the glee of a true Lominsan native as the pirates were bled dry of both money and booze by her mercurial Lala friend. The location of the crowd had even drawn the Rogue's Guild out from their usual hidey-hole, giving Q'uila the opportunity to relax and have some drinks with her childhood friends as Pinya's chaos unfurls.

Q'uila feels a nudge in her mind, and she turns her head towards one of the dock ramps just before Connor comes into hearing, accompanied by Felih?!

"Connor!" She stands up on the crate she was perched on, Jacke rolling his eyes and supporting her when she sways slightly. "Over here!"

arrives three weeks late with starbucks

[seasoflight]

"What in the seven hells," Felih says as they approach the area, tilting his head, ears perking up and twitching to try and pick up all the sounds. They swivel back and forth, trying to get a sense of what's going on, but then all of it clicks.

"Wait," he says, "You-" he looks at Connor, "-know her-" he looks at Q'uila, "and both of your probably know what she-" he says, pointing at Pinya, "-is doing. Twelve. I hadn't realized the Gridanian envoy you'd been accompanying was Q'uila- I ran into her earlier in the day," Felih comments to Connor, before waving to Q'uila and trotting over.

Except, however, this time Q'uila is drinking, the Lalafellin woman is running a rowdy gambling stand, and Connor looks like he'd rather be anywhere else than here.

As a Maelstrom officer, he should be trying to break this up- gambling definitely shouldn't be conducted out on the very streets and docks of the city, especially if they're causing this much chaos. But, as a general mischief-maker, he kind of wants to see where this goes. His eyes flick to Jacke briefly as he chirps a flirty little greeting at the man- before he leans on the crate Q'uila's standing on.

"Q'uila, you may wish to sit? You seem unbalanced." And then he looks to Connor again- "And you... well. Mayhaps you want to hide back in your basket?" he teases, grinning and wiggling his tail.