Prompt #4: Bad Shortcuts

Valen sighed as he patted Hikari’s neck. Somehow his shortcut to save time had ended up costing him more. He’d somehow gotten himself and his chocobo lost. He wasn’t usually so bad at directions.

“I should have just stuck to the normal path. Then we wouldn’t be forced to camp tonight instead of having a nice soft bed. I’m sure you would have appreciated a nice pile of hay yourself, my friend.” Valen talked as he cared for his feathered companion. Making sure the chocobo was more then comfortable for the night.

Returning now would just cost more time then his ‘brilliant’ idea to save time with the shortcut. So here they were. Camping for the night in the woods. Hopefully he could make it by dawn after catching a couple hours of sleep. This job was unlikely to wait too long on him to show up before offering it to another hunter.

After all being a wandering minstrel only earned him so much coin. Especially now that he couldn’t charm every person out of some easy gil for a night in his company. He was determined not to disappoint Virae. Plus this gil would help with buying her a Starlight present.

Valen placed his roll down before getting comfortable. One last glance up towards the branches above the camp. “Good night, Lily. Good night, Hikari.” A soft chirp from the magpie only as Hikari was already napping.

Prompt #3: Sanctum

Stefan paused outside the doorway to this section of the ruins. Esper halted at his feet. Giving the place a quick look over with a glance before moving forward again when Esper gave him no warning.

This place had long since been looted of all the obvious items worth taking. However that did not erase everything. There was still the architecture and the carvings. All the little things that most looters paid zero attention to. The things that told people who lived here before. How they lived. Granted the items taken often helped immensely but Stefan could make due without them. It was good practice as well. Even if he would have preferred to have something to return with other then information.

Stefan paused at what looked to have once been an alter to the Twelve. Or maybe just one of the Twelve. It was hard to tell with the age of the ruins and the lack of items. All the same, this was clearly the inner sanctum of the ruins. A divine room where the people who had lived here would come to pray.

Continuing past the alter to check the walls for any further clues. Leaving Esper to guard his back as he studied. Especially since the mage often got far too absorbed in his work. It was the carbuncle’s job to watch over him. Esper always had his back.

Thankfully though this trip was peaceful. There was no real reason for most to come to a building long forgotten and already looted. Stefan practiced his skills of study for a couple of hours before Esper reminded him of the hour. Just a simple tug on his pant leg. Stefan tried not to be caught in ruins after dark.

One last look around the Sanctum before heading towards the door with Esper in tow.

Prompt #2: Silenced

Freedom. That was what flight was. Soaring those seemingly endless skies had always been a source of freedom to her. Even in the less then favorable weather to most. Storms? She loved them. Flying in them never scared her.

Marielle set down on bare feet in the grass and moss of the forest floor. Something was off here though. Everything was too… Quiet. The usual sounds of wildlife were totally absent beyond the gentle flowing water of the small stream. Her eyes narrowed as she looked around.

The strange silence suddenly broken by a hiss of pain. Mari covered her right eye with a hand. Heavens above the pain… Mari staggered, turning as a sudden cackle sounded off to her right. But there was nothing there. Nothing that she could see. Trying to grasp her power only caused her agonizing pain. Dropping to her knees as she tried to figure out what was going on.

Only to find herself suddenly opening her eyes to the starry sky above. Fingers gently touched the mark over her right eye. There was no pain. But her power… It was still effectively silenced. Her freedom gone.

Mari sighed softly as she climbed to her feet. She hadn’t really needed the sleep. Instead she went back to gathering some more herbs nearby. Even some more berries. Needed more berries to share with Bodge after all.

Tonight was just a bad night for rest. The dream didn’t come about all that often. But it was a painful reminder of what she had once had.

Prompt #1: Cooking Thoughts

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Alex picked up the spoon from the counter as he came back to the kitchen. Stirring the stew idly while he thought. Making sure everything had been submerged enough to cook thoroughly. Cooking certain things had become so easy at this point. Enough anyways that he could think about other things while working.

There were a couple things he needed to sit down and talk to Sana about. Definitely the things that happened at the last Gin Mill. He had purposely found a job to do during the most recent one. There was no way he wanted to deal with Roka again. Not yet. Odds were still highly likely he might try to kill her after the crap she pulled. Trying to blame him for the risk to her unborn child… The whole incident had left a bad taste in his mouth and he knew it had to be hard for Sana.

The stew needed more carrots. Alex angrily chopped the carrots since thoughts of Roka’s lack of care for her unborn child pissed him off. He tossed the carrots in and stirred.

The other thing he wanted to discuss with Sana… He wasn’t sure he was ready or not. But having her opinion on the idea would still be nice. He was debating maybe trying to cook for more then just the two of them and the occasional meal he took Anata. Maybe some sort of small eatery. Nothing big. Well beyond a bigger kitchen of course. Though he was thinking he might need someone to be the person to deal with other people. It was something that sounded like it might be both good and very bad. Hence why he wanted to run the idea past Sana before even moving anywhere with the idea.

Alex raised the spoon and took a taste once it had cooled enough. Needed something more. Raiding what spices he had handy at the moment. Finding a few to add a bit more flavor to the stew. At least he thought he was getting better at cooking. He was still best working with fish but that was because living near Limsa made it an easy to get ingredient. Once the stew seemed to be cooking well enough, Alex set about checking on the bread. He had decided to try and make his own today. Hopefully it didn’t turn out like a paperweight… Only one way to find out. Eat once everything was done cooking.