Of the Black

I want to start this off with this ; Koko could give two shits about the steppe. She doesn’t really consider herself from there as she left so young that she barely remembers the place. If anything it’s a place she’s cautious of, because of her mother and her paranoid ways Koko wasn’t allowed outside of the caves the Ura clan were in when she was younger. So even the memories she has of the steppe are mostly inside it’s mountains. She’s been told horror stories about the rest of the steppe and some of the other tribes from her mother, and while Koko knows her mother was paranoid - those stories are still etched into her mind. She’s not comfortable being there, despite being the only place she’s ever been around other xaela besides ones she’s met on her travels.

Now how she feels about the tribes mostly interacted with in the msq and the naadam are below;

I would like to inform everyone that Koko’s squad is consisted of mostly roes and it’s great.

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“…Mongke-” She hadn’t been expecting gifts at all. While she was always excited about this holiday, she was also always surprised when she was actually included in parts of it - such as gift giving. “Thank you, I don’t have anything to give in return– right now! I promise to get you something later.” She quickly states, taking the large books. They certainly were complex! She couldn’t wait to start reading them.

He’d hoped his suspicions were wrong, that Koko would’ve found shelter before the storm hit—now he wants to shake her shoulders and yell at her. Mongke doesn’t answer her question, instead replying with an exasperated groan and eye roll, as he studies the state of her tent. There’s no salvaging it, not when the ropes haven’t been secured properly and the nails beginning to come out of the ground.

As the winds whip around them, he shakes his head—he can’t save the tent but he can save whatever’s left inside. The Qestir raises a finger at her and gives her a look that says, stay out here and don’t move, before he goes inside the rapidly falling apart tent to grab whatever belongings he can get his hands on.

He’s out quickly, Koko’s canvas bag of tomes and papers in his arms, and grabs her hand. Raindrops slap against Mongke’s face, blurring his vision of the smaller xaela, but he urges Koko to follow him with a tug. The storm begins to pick up pace as the winds howl over their heads. There’s not much time before the weather gets worse than this.

She gives a huff of her own, “Hey I--I tried at least!” Though at the sorry excuse of a tent at the moment, it probably looked like she didn’t. Despite living on her own for who knows how long, these storms always got the best of her. When she gives her that look she wraps her arms around herself and complies, staying in place until Mongke comes back out of the tent.

She breathes a sigh of relief when he brings out her research materials. She wants to grab them from him, she could at least carry her things by herself, but then he’s tugging her along without even giving her a chance to do that. She does her best to keep up with him, but he’s stupidly tall and his long strides make it difficult. She has to do her best to keep up, not slip on the wet ground, and make sure her hat doesn’t completely fly off her head all at the same time.

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“oh, trust me, i won’t,” lyse answers, a wry grin turning up her lips. “though i’m sure he already knows. hells, you warmed up to him faster than you did thancred.” a faint giggle follows the observation. but koko’s answer leaves her blinking a bit, growing thoughtful. “so…i take it you learned that on your own, then,” she murmurs, a faint sigh escaping. “have you ever had a life without trouble? i’m starting to wonder if we shouldn’t ask the world to give you a break….not that i’m sure it would listen….”

the inquiry is met with a laugh – one that sounds more real than she feels like any of hers have in a while. “i suppose i do,” she murmured, a hand raising to rub the back of her neck. “suppose i just have a way of getting myself closer to all that dark magic. i certainly spent enough time among the opposite, envoy to gridania and all.” and she stumbles a couple small steps away at the shove – more for effect then anything (she’s yet to meet a mage who’s physically stronger than she is).

“oh, of course! i didn’t mean it that way,” her head shakes, and she presses her hands to her cheeks. “only that you have so many expectations for you. i’d hate to make that worse by expecting you to be just like papalymo. besides, you’re different people. you’ll never be him…just like i could never be my sister, even if i tried. besides, you’ve got a bit of a height difference.”

the offer leaves her lost for words for a moment, and it takes a few seconds for her to find her voice, a nod and a tearful smile accompanying it. “i will. thank you, koko. that means a lot.”

She couldn’t deny that she did warm up to alphinaud rather quickly, but in her defense they were forced to spend alot of time together for a during their time in ishgard. She wonders if they would’ve been nearly as close if that hadn’t had happened, but she pushes the thought away for the present. No use thinking of ‘what ifs’.

“Hey, I’ve had to deal with people from gridana trying to do black magic, so be careful or the abyss might just get you.” She states with a bit of a grin, holding back a small laugh. She’d maybe have to tell the other scions what happened with her teacher and her brothers in her spare time. She also wonders if Lyse knows Zhai’a, but again that thought is pushed away. A conversation for later perhaps. She didn’t need to make this conversation about herself, Lyse needed some kind of comfort at the moment - even if Koko didn’t think she’s was doing the greatest job at it.

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The mountains. That doesn’t sound very pleasant to her. She tilts her head as she thinks about the request. Yes, she’d like to meet this friend of Masaki’s - but at the same time did she really want to go that way? Would she run into the Ura tribe that was here? She didn’t think she could handle that.

But it would likely make Masaki happy – ugh, damn her and her good heart. “Fine, Fine,” She said, lifting her head back up, “Let’s be off then.”

His eyes light up with a sort of mischief before he grabs Koko’s hands and all but drags her along for the ride.

He takes up the beaten down paths up the mountains, taking various twists and turns while making sure Koko is following him. The path before them slowly forms into a tunnel of sorts as they trek deeper into the mountains. They’re not heading towards the caves where the Ura reside—rather, they’re heading directly into the yol nest in Bardam’s Mettle.

Masaki motions for Koko to come closer as they begin to converge at a bright light at the end of the strange tunnel. He puts a finger over his lips as he points outward towards the opening. There, where he points, are the bright blue murals of Bardam’s conquering of his trials along with a few yols circling the open air above their heads.

He turns to look at Koko with a wide smile. Isn’t this neat?

She almost trips over her heels when the other suddenly starts dragging her along. She gets a handle on her footing after a few steps and continues to follow him (like she had a choice in the matter now). 

When they came to the caves, Koko tried desperately to tug her hand free from his for a moment.He didn’t completely know her feelings towards caves and her tribe, and even if they weren’t here she didn’t want to be. However the thought was fleeting, because she remembered that she trusted Masaki. She takes a deep breath and follows after him, now actually gripping onto his hand aswell. Surely he wouldn’t let the darkness of these caves take her away again....-

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