moonlit

        ---  “ the seas are dangerous, “  kneeling to the sandy ground, taking the beautiful shell dropped by the defeated monster who so recklessly thought either of them could become its meal.  “ if not these beasts, it’s wrath could surely take any spirit from its earthly body. i must say, however --- your magic is impressive. “

    How fortunate she was indeed. There had been struggle to even get back to her feet after having been taken by surprise by such a large group of soldiers. Sure, the warrior of light had done in many whom had wished to fight but that didn’t stop the rest from getting those cheap shots in and even cutting her in various places with their swords and knives and her blood staining a lot, even herself. Tch, she should have known better than to trust a stranger in acquiring information.      When her body felt easier to move, she adjusted herself from her knees and sat on her rear with fluffy tail wrapping into her lap. She was thankful that someone had helped her in this endeavor. Crimson hues peered up to meet the face of her savior, a gentle smile dancing along soft lips. ‘ I am indeed fortunate… Thank you for your aid, stranger. ‘ She finally spoke up, however she giggled right afterwards. ‘ No, I would say I’m all better now. I can take it from here. ‘

          --- “ that is a relief to hear... “  she doesn’t stand very tall, quite  TINY  compared to those soldiers who struck down the other, yet possesses a strength greater than their own combined.  ( a cowardly bunch they were. she may have her moments of  fright  or even those of nerves overtaking, but  NEVER  would she so willingly ambush another. )  gentleness shines through with the xaelas small smile  -- as violent as many of her kin tribes are, no reason is there for her to act like a beast to strangers.

          ---  “ you know .... it’s not POLITE to ask a woman how many scales she has. “   a joker is she, now?  spoken with an odd seriousness in her tone, expression flat  &  stone-like, anyone would believe her to be genuine.  ( perhaps she’s been hanging around certain individuals for far too long.... they say those who know not their own self take traits of others. ) 

          “ plus - you can’t think we’d count them.... that’d take too long. “  at the very least, her voice softens, curled corners of her lips suggesting her teasing.

       --- “ how fortunate you are that i was passing by... “  often sought out by malicious intent of enemies, the scions are always, have always, been a target of one group or another. it seems, this was no different. no personal connection was ever created between the xaela with globe at the rest  &  many others, including she  ( who, altani can’t remember the name of )  but from her own heart she could never leave someone to be ambushed. 

        name or none to be known, the scaled beauty in white robe is always one to lend a hand ; be it through healing or becoming a decoy, rarely did she shy away from lending a hand or sword. for her, it feels as though something connects them. a feeling, a sense, one felt before  &  then lost. however, she keeps her mind from it.

           “ do you.... have anymore injuries that need healing? “

@azimshield

↽────A calm right after the storm. Ferrah sat in U’ldah, watching the people walk around so carefully and casually. How long ago had it been that she had been FRAMED for the Sultana’s death and found herself having to avoid this land? While the citizens remained unaware of such an event, it would never leave the Elezen, who’d been pushed to retreat to the lands she’d wished to never return to. 

                 Yet now, here she was, sitting atop the ramp leading down to the Aetheryte, right next to the Flame Barracks. Her own squadron, clearly also unaware of past events, resting inside as they get themselves trained and ready for the next mission she would dictate for them. She could freely once more do one of her favorite things to relax… people watch. 

                 And what better place then next to an Aetheryte in one of the places she would now call home. Bemused expression would remain on her face as she watched confused adventurers try to navigate through the city, a similar expression on their faces as she once held traversing this place. 

          ---  ALL EYES ON HER.  returning to the golden city - state of ul’dah, home of the flames, she ignores those that stare. it wasn’t a rare occurrence ; a non native to the land of eorzea, there are times she wonders if some have never seen or heard of her kind. though she sees others, even those with white scales to contrast her own, they certainly aren’t in large quantities like some others.  ( her attire surely doesn’t help any... looks she may get, either. )

          not allowing this to further bother her past a gentle sigh of exasperation, returning her sword  &  shield to their standby place. ul’dah was no place for needless fights, even if some may try. the aetheryte continues its spin as she walks from it, making her way up the stairs with a sway of her long tail. 

          she stops.