#riddlemancer

❛ don’t worry, i’ve got thy back! ❜

There was still so much Maxima had yet to understand on the intricacies of magic- the healing arts, most of all. How a simple spell could weave the flesh back together, or bring a man back from the brink of death. He stared dumbfounded at the strands of aether working its way through his body, mending a medium-sized cut to his side he had sustained while trying to keep a tempered soldier away from the perimeter of the camp while on patrol.

He had managed to subdue them with the help of Urianger, but not before the man had struck him with transformed claws that tore a decent way through his overcoat- It would need mending once he had a moment to spare.

Using the Elezen’s arm as leverage, he hauled himself back to his feet.

“Many thanks, Urianger. I’d be done for if you weren’t watching it.” Maxima grimaced as his cut stung as he moved, and would definitely leave a scar, but at the very least, he was no longer in danger of bleeding to death.

@riddlemancer​:  confiscates his wallet … quietly

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬  should  he  fail  to  forage  his  own,  a  kit  for  wounds  should  his  instincts  fail  him  and  another  for  both  armor  and  lance.  The  usual  fare  needed  ere  he’d  set  off  once  more  with  naught  but  his  satchel  and  the  clothes  on  his  back.  With  no  destination  in  mind,  he’s  in  no  great  hurry  yet  full  eager  had  he  been  to  leave.  Years  spent  confined  to  Ishgard  and  her  surroundings  and  now…  now  his  heart  desires  only  to  wander.  Go  wherever  the  winds  may  take  him.  He  snorts.  

 The  merchant  names  his  price,  the  sound  of  it  seemingly  fair.  Though  who  is  he  to  judge  what  is  and  what  isn’t.  Had  the  numbers  been  outrageous  he’d  paid  it  anyway.  Let  others  like  the  coinkeeper  worry  and  suffer  through  the  tedium  of  bartering.  He’d  not  the  patience  for  such  drivel.  

 He  reaches  for  his  coin  purse  only  for  his  fingers  to  grasp  empty  air.  Strange.  ‘Tis  not  where  it  should  be  and  again  he  digs  into  his  other  pocket.  Not  there  either.  Now  begins  the  frantic  search,  hands  patting  about  his  person  for  the  obvious  bulge  and  finds  nothing.  The  merchant  watches,  seemingly  unimpressed  though  that  at  least  is  curtailed  with  his  most  menacing  glower.  

While it was difficult to gauge the time of day in their current surroundings, it was indeed late. Thancred had ushered Minfilia to bed soon after supper -- the girl had looked half asleep where she stood-- and given how many hours they had been on the road prior to arriving at Urianger's, Thancred knew he should have retired to is own bed as well.

There really wasn't a reason to stay awake any longer and fatigue did claw at him with every step, and yet he still made his way upstairs on a hunch. Sure enough, there he found Urianger, asleep atop his books. Thancred sighed, although it was not out of annoyance and more of quiet concern.

PRESS F IN THE CHAT FOR URIANGER @riddlemancer

Though the elezen were often noted by their stature, the younger ones yet had to suffer years before the famed growth spurt would make them as tall as their older counterparts; and, as one of the Studium’s younger students ever alongside her twin, Alisaie was all too familiar with people having the impulse to make fun of her still diminutive height.

Anyone who tried learned very fast that was a mistake.

Sheer surprise at the audacity is what keeps her from immediately removing his arm -- but as it lingers atop her head, Alisaie takes it upon herself to angrily push it away, certainly with more force than necessary. Then again, it is a betrayal most vile that the act comes from Urianger; and a mistake he of all people should know better than to do.

“ URIANGER -- ” Yelled rather than spoken, her tone continues to be both loud and angry as she speaks, a displeased frown upon her face. “ Just what do you think you’re doing?! ” 

amaya blinks for a moment. then another... and another one for good measure. it isn’t the first time that her height has invited a taller person to use her as an armrest. it seemed fairly popular among elezen and those closer to their height but even thancred did it from time to time to tease her over her small statue. however, never had she expected urianger to do so...

Urianger ( @riddlemancer​ ) : STARTER CALL

“You are the... mediator for Loporrits, are you not?”

Erenville need only speak to gain the undivided attention of the Elezen man, so quick to help was he, just as he had been told when he had asked Ojika which of the Scions would be best to speak to in regards to... an issue regarding their smaller, furrier counterparts.