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starhuevalley2018-07-20 02:30 am
01 - A Knight at the Beach -
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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"It's... nice to meet you too-- Haurchefant," did she say that right? "And thank you, but... you don't have to say mistress or anything that's weird."
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"Is it? Tis the correct titling for ladies we are naught all familiar with." But perhaps she's right. He doesn't think too many use it outside of Ishgard at least it's very uncommon to those that come to visit his keep... "Then I will correct myself then and you have my apologies. What term best fits a lady of your status?"
Maybe it's just very casual where she's from. He likes when everything is on a pleasantly first name basis.
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Handsome Jack's daughter. Would be heiress to the biggest fortune in the entire galaxy. Something like that. She doesn't want to think about it.
"Were I'm from everyone usually goes by a first name, or a nick name, anyway..."
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He helps himself to another treat, savoring the sweetness to it. If only there was a way to bring such a delicacy back home. He just know not where to get the marshmallows... But there must be a way to grow or make them.
"Ah. So very casual then. Ishgard has never been and never will be casual." He laughs at his own words. "I, however, thrive on it. I will be sure to address you proper in the future."
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Not that she particularly wants to talk about that, but nostalgia is (mostly) harmless.
"I'm pretty sure most people around here are informal like that too, so you should fit right in."