Tales from the Kit

I, Synxi, Empress of Greetings, strikes again! Well, not like, hitting anything but in greeting someone! See, sometimes all it takes is saying hi to a person to get them to warm up and have a conversation. I forgave Cillien. He is now Orderer of Drinks, however. And Kest has earned a new title, Master of Thumbs. Also apparently the Gold Saucer sells PIG HEADS?? I wanted to lick one.

I also told the really nice bartender lady a story about her.

It went...

There once was a tall and lovely raven haired viera woman with streaks of crimson like that of the setting sun laced through her hair. So enchanting and somewhat delightfully intimidating she was that all other Viera were like, pretty scared and ran off like cowards! Hiding in the forest and jungle and stuff.

But, the woman didn't want to give up on love or be stuck in forest so she set out and found an ocean but she didn't believe in the ocean so in her mind, she decided it was a lover, strong and gentle and that lover would take her away to new places and new adventures. And so she went, to far off lands and far off experiences, always eventually returning to her lover so they could venture to their next place together.

The viera had accumulated quite a bit of wealth during this time, keeping it stored in the bows of her ship. Her lover though... held a deep dark secret beneath its depths. A massive, monsterous, octopus lurked below ready and waiting to part the two. It was one evening when the stars glittered in the night sky and the moon was a massive hanging orb, that tragedy struck. All eight tentacles embraced the ship! Hugging it to a would be watery grave!

I went out to a place in the middle of the creepy dark foggy woods and got interrogated by an Elezen lady who had a bear but then Cillien made it all stinky and tried to give me Kest's juice! Super rude!! And I never got a drink and the wood plank never rotted beneath me and it was depressing. I am depressed.

I found a place that smelled like foxes and well.

I didn't realize it smelled like wet foxes. And then I was also wet. Because the stairs had showers at the end of them, hidden behind curtains that looked like candy canes.

Then the rabbit thought I was going to eat him!!! All because I asked if he was scared that I might. I never said I would or even wanted to. I eat plenty of rabbit regularly. I don't need more in my diet.

Meat tastes better dipped in sugar.

Sour drinks do as well.

Another lady said she didn't remember where her robe came from so I asked if she had amnesia like the other lady and she said she didn't know.

Sometimes I think knowing things is dangerous.

Sometimes not knowing things is more dangerous.

Decidedly, showers at the end of a staircase are definitely dangerous.

The best day to start something is probably on a day when a season changes or the air feels like wet dust. There was an Autumn Festival and a lot of people had the rice wine and offered things and I felt pretty empty, overall, about it. So I sat on the fence and watched the fog. It tumbles about the fields and air and mountains like the cotton stuffing falling out of a rip in a blanket.

Namai is really quite pretty. The muted colors never seem to change. It's palette is limited. And yet.

And yet.