01 - A Knight at the Beach -

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Who: Haurchefant Greystone and you
What: Ocean frolicking. Shell collecting. S'more snacking. Star gazing.
When: All week. Next week. Haurchefant is always on the beach.
Other information: I will tread ever so carefully when it comes to FFXIV spoilers. But maybe some. Be careful.

It's hot. Haurchefant has heard stories of the sweltering heats in the deserts of Ul'dah and he suspects that it must be something akin to this. For someone who has grown somewhat acclimated to the ice and snow and the often below freezing temperatures of Coerthas... this is a dramatic change of pace.

There is a positive to all of this however. The ocean! It is a most splendid wonder. A beautiful shimmering ever moving jewel. The ocean waters were both too far and much too cold for him to ever dream of stepping a toe in but this one? It's simply splendid!

When dusk hits and the air itself cools off a bit the ocean is delightfully chilly and that seems like the best time for someone like him.

You'll likely find Haucherfant there most nights. He hasn't been here long enough to be considered a staple there but he's well on his way.

Seashells by the Seashore

It's like an unspoken treasure hunt. Each wave brings all sorts of curiosities. Shells mostly, of course. And they are of all sorts but so many he simply isn't familiar with. He even finds some star shaped creatures that are so utterly sublime! Sea creatures, that are as far away from the sky as you can get, in the shape of stars.

That's beautiful.

But there are plenty that he does know. Like washed up oysters. Or perhaps clams? He can't tell the difference. Is there a difference? Either way both can be considered tasty. And perhaps they are full of those ever precious pearls. A fine gift for any number of people.

But on top of that he's found all sorts of things that don't belong in the ocean. Or at least he certainly doesn't think so. Like... This clock on a leather band. And these cracked glasses. And these bottles! He's got a whole little pile of discovered treasures... or... trash. It's actually just trash.

Do you want to build a campfire?

Too bad. It's already done. But that's less work for you and more enjoyable fireside time. Warm as he is the light is necessary and a fierce breeze on a cool night does offer a chill. So best to keep cozy. It's no hearth in his keep but it is a fine replacement.

But even better. He has been told of a most splendid treat. S'mores! A sugared cracker. A piece of chocolate and some white blob create a most decedent piece of food. It feels so sinful yet delightfully delicious. (Which is kind of his thing.)

But there is plenty to share if you're feeling that late night sweet tooth.

Star Light Star Bright

This is not a sky he recognizes. If he was an Astrologian he'd be having a most dreadful time. There is no dragon star to pinpoint the rest of the sky with or anything like that. It's as much mystery as the rest of this place is. And there is something fascinating but altogether sad about that.

He could not see the sky too often in Ishgard or Camp Dragonhead. It's always snowing or grey storm clouds are billowing in. To see the endless pool of stars was a rare and fine treat. And he worked hard in his studies as a boy to be able to name them all. But this? This he does not know.

Beautiful as it is...

Well. He hasn't allowed himself to dwell too much on the future and what it might entail. What he may and may not see again. Nor the fact that no one will remember anything that has taken place. All these heart felt and sincere words will not remain for those that need them the most. And that is truly whom he worries for. The ones that needed to hear from him. They will be returned with the same burdens of the heart.

It leave the knight quite melancholy on this starlit evening.

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"No. Though before the Scions were formed, there was a group made up of those who holds this power. However, after the Calamity, it was thought to be better to merge that group with the Sharlayan Archons. We both desired the same thing, after all!"

A past she doesn't know first-hand - but is that not the role of the historian? To recall for others. Gently, she sighed. "They do not match... but there are similarities. The seas of La Noscea were harsh and held barely any life - only the strongest of fish could be found off the coast. And yet, perhaps it is different still to the seas that border Dravania or further.

But my big brother told me of how, if you went to the right place, you could see aether turning to clouds! Oh! And the lakes by where the Kobald now live in, they used to be pure and... well..."

Oh, how she wished she could see it. But... her expression turned to sadness again. "There's no point lingering on what no longer exists..."

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He knows so little about the world he lives in compared to her. What she speaks of, though they no longer exist, sound absolutely beautiful. And maybe one day they can be seen again.

"Well... I don't know about about the oceans or great forests I do know that nature is an interesting beast. It has a way of fixing itself if given the time and grace to do so. I do not believe that Coerthas will be covered in snow forever. I do not believe the ocean shores of La Noscea will always be so volatile and lifeless. Nor will the forests tremble and the lakes turn to dust.

"But it needs that chance to repair and mend. Everything can be fixed... Even seemingly impossible things. So long as someone knows how it used to be the steps can be taken to make it so. So take heart my friend. Such things are not truly lost unless you let them be."

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"...I pray you are right. Eorzea may someday stand tall, free of suffering, Ser Greystone." At least, his might. Bolormaa... knew hers was dead, brushed away by the Planesgorgers. It was something she'd long accepted - but, yet, she felt herself reaching a hand to try and hold his.

"However - I desire to bring that beauty here. To experience it - and find a way for others to recall it. If I can petition the Gods themselves, then perhaps--!!"

Oh, Bolormaa.

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Oh. Ser Greystone. That's... Well. He moves to raise his hand and perhaps correct her. Not that that isn't an appropriate title to call him he just... Lord Haurchefant is fine. Or just his name. His name is perfectly acceptable. But as he does she takes his hand.

That's fine too.

"You wish to bring Eorzea's former beauty here?" Like... Coerthas before the Calamity? Or just some rare sight that cannot be found back home anymore. How that can be done he knows not but that sounds quite incredible.

"Well and good that does sound. However, I would take care in petitioning with Gods... For we know not what they are or what they are like. Nor do we know what sort of state we'd put the world in by using their powers. Much like the primals back home it feels imperative to be cautious in these grave matters. But as a Scion I know you know this so I will not preach about matters you are far more informed in."