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(From here)

Destiney couldn’t help but laugh. Not that his words of him being blinding without a shirt were funny. Merely because she was sure she knew someone who could top him in that. “I bet I have seen someone more blinding then you without a shirt. We do a different beach at the end of each week. Imagine getting to see that once a week. I’m surprised I have any sight left.”

Her easy demeanor faded a bit the closer they got to Wineport. Eyes drifting towards the northeast more then once. Yet she managed to hold onto a smile even if it was not nearly as bright anymore. “Hard to believe it’s been a little over three years since I left here an became who I am today. Though for the better I will admit.”

Riski glanced down at her, not answering immediately. They walked in silence for a little ways before he shook his head, saying, “What is it about three years ago? It seems like everything terrible that happened to most people was either the Calamity, or three years ago.” There wasn’t much humor in the chuckle he couldn’t stop. “We’re all stronger for it, sure, but the timing is just… weird.”

There was a sort of melancholy that was trying to creep in, but Riski shrugged it off. He grinned, skipping ahead again and looking back at her. “Hey, look on the bright side. If you ever want a coeurl kitten, you know where to find one now.”

“Maybe it was something the Twelve had planned in a larger scheme then just individuals. Maybe it is merely the fate of each soul at that time. It is really hard to point a finger at any one answer on the whys of something so complex. There may even be a completely logical answer even if one was to dwell deep enough into the events that happened. Yet something so complex might take years to unravel if one could at all.” The words were mostly to herself though they were in response to Riski’s words. Her brain tumbling over the reasons or possibilities like a puzzle needing solved. She probably would have continued pondering over the answer until Riski skipped ahead of her again.

“Oh I doubt I want a kitten running about my house. I already have a wolf pup and on occasion a dragonet when she is visiting. Adding a kitten to that mix would be absolute chaos.” Destiney laughs brightly as she tries to imagine her house with another pet running about. A cat of all things paired with the wolf and dragonet. No that was one scenario she was not ready to endure.

“Hm, it does sound like you’ve got a pretty full house. I’m something of a cat person, myself.” Riski’s grin softened, but the way his eyes lit up with a wicked gleam was in direct contrast. “Nothing like stroking a happy cat that’s sitting on your lap and purring at you.”

He beckoned to Destiney as they reached the gates of Wineport. “So a wolf pup and a dragonet, huh?”

Destiney couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Riski’s face, blushing softly. Her mind was already making guesses based on that look in his eyes. Though she had a feeling he definitely wasn’t directing that at her. But her mind could definitely make assumptions.

She pushed the thoughts aside as they reached the gates of Wineport and he asked about her own pets. “Tucker and Lady. Tucker is my wolf pup I found abandoned. Lady just seems to like to follow me out of curiosity now that things are less tense between Ishgard and Dragons. She hates being called a pet though. Will bite my ear if I do it. I can’t speak her language but she is very vocal in actions.”

“I’m nowhere near responsible enough to take care of another living creature,” Riski admitted easily with a shake of his head. “A few hours, maybe, if it’s tied up and left in my care, but…” He shrugs. “I can see where some people really enjoy keeping pets for their company and antics.”

He glances over his shoulder at her and lifts his eyebrows. “How did you manage to come across a dragonet? Especially one that doesn’t want to maul your face. I mean, I sure wouldn’t admit to having one that followed me around in Ishgard of all places, relaxed attitudes or not.”

“I don’t mind having a pet. I wouldn’t say I am terribly good at it though. But I couldn’t just let him starve on his own or become prey for some other creature. I have taken a liking to him though. I usually just leave him in the care of my mother a lot of the time. I think it makes her feel like she has kids again.” She smiles fondly at the memory. Introducing Tucker to her mother for the first time. “He likes my mother a lot. I think she spoils him too much though.”

“As far as Lady goes… I actually avoid Ishgard when she is with me. I don’t trust most of them not to try an kill her. She’s been back with her mother for the last couple of months though. I found her in the forelands while doing some freelance work.” Destiney laughs lightly an rubs her right ear. “I thought she was going to take a chunk of my ear off. Lady is very curious an young. I don’t think she had time to build a hate for people yet.”

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Destiney halted a moment at the suddenly chilly tone to his voice. Damn it. She had stepped over a line again she had not realized was there. Was not the first time she had done so. Though the last time was a different friend. She moved to stand before him, holding her hands up in a surrendering posture, a hurt look to her expression for a moment.

“I apologize. I meant no ill will. I merely meant you should not speak so poorly of yourself.” She looked sadly down towards the ground at their feet, dropping her hands to her sides finally. “You shouldn’t make yourself less. I should not have jested about it. However I can see I have worn out my welcome. I truly am sorry, Basteaux. An I would still enjoy a chance to get drinks with you sometime if you would forgive me for my words.”

She sighed heavily an turned to start walking towards Quarrymill. “I have some work I needed to do over towards Quarrymill anyways. The Wailers needed some reports on Redbelly activity.” She knew she shouldn’t have said it. It was almost like a silent appeal towards the man’s work of clearing this part of the Shroud of bandits. She wanted him to forgive her but she wasn’t sure if staying an expecting it would make things worse or better. Probably worse. She slipped the familiar mask out of her pocket and slipped it into place. She looked back towards him one more time, sparing him a warm smile.

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There’s a deep peace in the snow-covered forest at early dawn. The sun is trying to show its face, fighting through the clouds to sparkle where it strikes the crisp coating of snow and ice.

The first notes hang in the air, shivery and cold just like everything else. They are tentative, unsure. The sound fades, the artist pausing to adjust the tension of the strings to account for the chill before he draws out another piece of the melody.

Even in the stillness and cold of the early morning, he knows the vulnerability presented by this one act. But it’s more than a desire – it’s almost a calling, a need pressed on him by an outside force stronger than himself. He’s purposely far from home, deep in the trees of the Twelveswood where no one in their right mind would be at an hour such as this. Even so, his bow is strung and ready beside him where he can reach it in an instant.

Basteaux draws a bow of another kind over the strings of his violin, his fingers moving with deceptive ease to coax notes from the instrument. It sings under his touch, a soaring tribute to the brilliance of the shining world around him.

As the final strains ring through the stillness, he opens his eyes. She’s the first thing he sees, and he immediately drops one bow in order to reach for the other. But there’s recognition after that initial jolt, and he bends to retrieve the abandoned object from the crust of the snow at his feet.

(From here)

Destiney didn’t mind that he was out of practice. He certainly didn’t play like he was. Though the difference in the two pieces was clear. As was the tension in his form. Either way it was still a pleasing piece. This piece was still less… Free then the last. It lacked the same heart and soul. Not that this piece didn’t have a heart of it’s own. It was just less. Too structured.

“I’m sorry, Basteaux.” She hadn’t missed that look on his face when he finished. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked him to play for her specifically. But there was something about it that she couldn’t resist. Now she felt guilty for ruining his mood. Never had it been her intention to disrupt his morning in this way. “I did not mean to ruin your morning.”

The instrument fit into a small, padded case that he slung over his shoulder alongside his quiver. With it taken care of, Basteaux turned the full weight of his attention back to Destiney. “You did not attack me, nor did you request anything I did not choose to give freely. If there is any blight on this morning, it would be one of my own making.”

He looked past her, up to where the sun was beginning to make its climb in earnest. “I must be going. Though I wish you well on this morning, and hope whatever task has brought you out here is one that does not bring you trouble.”

She watched in silence as he carefully took care of his instrument. Somehow his words really did little to soothe the feeling of guilt over the sudden change of his playing. But she kept that opinion to herself. He would probably just blame himself again. That was far from what she wanted.

She stepped up beside him, a soft smile on her lips. Intentions perfectly clear that she meant to follow him for a bit. “Where are you heading? I could walk with you for a bit. If you don’t mind of course. I was mostly out here for a bit of peace. My company can be quite chaotic at times. An the woods are calming.”

Piercing blue-green eyes softened slightly as he looked to her again. There was something about Destiney that reminded him of Elle, somehow, and it made it difficult to shrug her off the same way he did with most people. “I was going to find a place to make camp for the day,” he admitted, ducking his head as the sun found its way through the trees to strike him directly in the face.

“Surely you have places you’d rather be than the middle of nowhere with someone like me,” Basteaux added with a small shake of his head.

Kind blue eyes stared back at him. There was a certain amount of joy in that look, mixed with just a tiny bit of mischief. Her hand raised to shield her eyes for a moment as they walked through that patch of sunlight. Dropping that hand back to her side once they were no longer in that patch of sun.

“Even I am allowed to have nothing to do on occasion. Well… Correction. I have things to do but I don’t want to do them right now. They aren’t something that needs to be rushed.” She shrugs an waves a hand dismissively at the thought of the work that needed done. “I needed a break honestly. Work for the Order isn’t bad but it can be stressful at times. On top of my other work even. Is it wrong to want to merely enjoy a bit of a walk with someone you want to get to know better? An do not talk of yourself that way.” She shakes her head before going to mimic his last few words in a rather comically bad attempt at a male voice. “Someone like me.”

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Destiney couldn’t help but laugh. Not that his words of him being blinding without a shirt were funny. Merely because she was sure she knew someone who could top him in that. “I bet I have seen someone more blinding then you without a shirt. We do a different beach at the end of each week. Imagine getting to see that once a week. I’m surprised I have any sight left.”

Her easy demeanor faded a bit the closer they got to Wineport. Eyes drifting towards the northeast more then once. Yet she managed to hold onto a smile even if it was not nearly as bright anymore. “Hard to believe it’s been a little over three years since I left here an became who I am today. Though for the better I will admit.”

Riski glanced down at her, not answering immediately. They walked in silence for a little ways before he shook his head, saying, “What is it about three years ago? It seems like everything terrible that happened to most people was either the Calamity, or three years ago.” There wasn’t much humor in the chuckle he couldn’t stop. “We’re all stronger for it, sure, but the timing is just… weird.”

There was a sort of melancholy that was trying to creep in, but Riski shrugged it off. He grinned, skipping ahead again and looking back at her. “Hey, look on the bright side. If you ever want a coeurl kitten, you know where to find one now.”

“Maybe it was something the Twelve had planned in a larger scheme then just individuals. Maybe it is merely the fate of each soul at that time. It is really hard to point a finger at any one answer on the whys of something so complex. There may even be a completely logical answer even if one was to dwell deep enough into the events that happened. Yet something so complex might take years to unravel if one could at all.” The words were mostly to herself though they were in response to Riski’s words. Her brain tumbling over the reasons or possibilities like a puzzle needing solved. She probably would have continued pondering over the answer until Riski skipped ahead of her again.

“Oh I doubt I want a kitten running about my house. I already have a wolf pup and on occasion a dragonet when she is visiting. Adding a kitten to that mix would be absolute chaos.” Destiney laughs brightly as she tries to imagine her house with another pet running about. A cat of all things paired with the wolf and dragonet. No that was one scenario she was not ready to endure.

“Hm, it does sound like you’ve got a pretty full house. I’m something of a cat person, myself.” Riski’s grin softened, but the way his eyes lit up with a wicked gleam was in direct contrast. “Nothing like stroking a happy cat that’s sitting on your lap and purring at you.”

He beckoned to Destiney as they reached the gates of Wineport. “So a wolf pup and a dragonet, huh?”

Destiney couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Riski’s face, blushing softly. Her mind was already making guesses based on that look in his eyes. Though she had a feeling he definitely wasn’t directing that at her. But her mind could definitely make assumptions.

She pushed the thoughts aside as they reached the gates of Wineport and he asked about her own pets. “Tucker and Lady. Tucker is my wolf pup I found abandoned. Lady just seems to like to follow me out of curiosity now that things are less tense between Ishgard and Dragons. She hates being called a pet though. Will bite my ear if I do it. I can’t speak her language but she is very vocal in actions.”

“Who did this to you?” Lancefer’s expression set in a frown as he crossed his arms. (Sorry not sorry! :D Throwing my knight at you. Hope you don’t mind. <3)

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Crow winced in pain, leaning against the wall and wiping away few blood drops from his face. None of his wounds were too serious, but still not good, he should find a way to take care of them. He glanced at the man in front of him and shrugged. “Apparently, after I managed to return to Ishgard after few years of absence, some of my… 

acquaintance… weren’t too happy when I refused to continue the wonderful reunion in a more intimate manner…”

Crow let out a bitter chuckle and tilted head. “Anyway… Thank you for your concern, sir, but I don’t think that we’d ever met?” There was some suspicion heard in his voice, he tensed ready to run away if he needs to. The elezen knight who approached him didn’t look like he had bad intentions, but in places like this you could never know, and sometimes it may be a little too late.

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“Here.” Lance pulled out a red square of cloth from a pocket an held it out towards Crow to wipe the blood. The frown had only deepened when the man had explained the reason he was beaten. He didn’t find it right what had been done but things like this happened in Ishgard. More often then he cared to admit. Especially in the Brume. He had been fortunate to never be in the situation this young man had been in. It still angered him but it was Crow’s problem. All he could do was offer his concern or help if the man asked for it since the men responsible had already fled off.

“No we have never met. At least not that I recall. Lancefer Aurifore, in service to House Haillenarte.” Lance gave Crow a slight bow of his head as he introduced himself. “Should get those injuries treated. Maybe report the assault to the Temple Knights.”

“A shiny knight, huh?” Crow grinned. “Who but someone like you would know better that Temple Knights rarely show their asses in Brume, not sure though if they are afraid to be hit on the head with a bottle by some drunkard, or simply don’t care about people living here…”

He accepted the offered cloth though, still looking a bit tensed. “Ah, but where are my manners. Name’s Crow, Crow Brume, sorry for not bowing properly, but I’m afraid I feel slightly dizzy to follow all the formalities.”

Sadly, it was truth. He didn’t feel too well, one of the men beating him probably hit his head a little too much. But Crow wasn’t going to admit it out loud, at least not yet.

(Sorry for making you wait, @nebula1984 Q~Q)

Lance couldn’t help but agree. The Brume wasn’t exactly the safest of places for anyone born of a higher class. He didn’t even usually wander this way often himself. He still remembered one of the few times he had. He knew just how dirty some of the people in the Brume could fight.

“No. It’s fine, Crow. You don’t have to bow to me. I was not expecting anything of that sort. But if you are feeling dizzy we should definitely get your examined by a healer. Head wounds shouldn’t be taken lightly.” Lance said with a frown as he looked Crow up an down, trying to assess the condition the man was in. However he was not a healer like his cousin. He didn’t quite have her eye for it but he had seen enough battle wounds. “Can you walk on your own or would you like a shoulder to lean on? I can look into what happened later myself if you want. But first you need medical attention.”

(It’s fine. I am patient. 😀 <3)

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Destiney couldn’t help but laugh. Not that his words of him being blinding without a shirt were funny. Merely because she was sure she knew someone who could top him in that. “I bet I have seen someone more blinding then you without a shirt. We do a different beach at the end of each week. Imagine getting to see that once a week. I’m surprised I have any sight left.”

Her easy demeanor faded a bit the closer they got to Wineport. Eyes drifting towards the northeast more then once. Yet she managed to hold onto a smile even if it was not nearly as bright anymore. “Hard to believe it’s been a little over three years since I left here an became who I am today. Though for the better I will admit.”

Riski glanced down at her, not answering immediately. They walked in silence for a little ways before he shook his head, saying, “What is it about three years ago? It seems like everything terrible that happened to most people was either the Calamity, or three years ago.” There wasn’t much humor in the chuckle he couldn’t stop. “We’re all stronger for it, sure, but the timing is just… weird.”

There was a sort of melancholy that was trying to creep in, but Riski shrugged it off. He grinned, skipping ahead again and looking back at her. “Hey, look on the bright side. If you ever want a coeurl kitten, you know where to find one now.”

“Maybe it was something the Twelve had planned in a larger scheme then just individuals. Maybe it is merely the fate of each soul at that time. It is really hard to point a finger at any one answer on the whys of something so complex. There may even be a completely logical answer even if one was to dwell deep enough into the events that happened. Yet something so complex might take years to unravel if one could at all.” The words were mostly to herself though they were in response to Riski’s words. Her brain tumbling over the reasons or possibilities like a puzzle needing solved. She probably would have continued pondering over the answer until Riski skipped ahead of her again.

“Oh I doubt I want a kitten running about my house. I already have a wolf pup and on occasion a dragonet when she is visiting. Adding a kitten to that mix would be absolute chaos.” Destiney laughs brightly as she tries to imagine her house with another pet running about. A cat of all things paired with the wolf and dragonet. No that was one scenario she was not ready to endure.

“Who did this to you?” Lancefer’s expression set in a frown as he crossed his arms. (Sorry not sorry! :D Throwing my knight at you. Hope you don’t mind. <3)

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Crow winced in pain, leaning against the wall and wiping away few blood drops from his face. None of his wounds were too serious, but still not good, he should find a way to take care of them. He glanced at the man in front of him and shrugged. “Apparently, after I managed to return to Ishgard after few years of absence, some of my… 

acquaintance… weren’t too happy when I refused to continue the wonderful reunion in a more intimate manner…”

Crow let out a bitter chuckle and tilted head. “Anyway… Thank you for your concern, sir, but I don’t think that we’d ever met?” There was some suspicion heard in his voice, he tensed ready to run away if he needs to. The elezen knight who approached him didn’t look like he had bad intentions, but in places like this you could never know, and sometimes it may be a little too late.

@nebula1984

“Here.” Lance pulled out a red square of cloth from a pocket an held it out towards Crow to wipe the blood. The frown had only deepened when the man had explained the reason he was beaten. He didn’t find it right what had been done but things like this happened in Ishgard. More often then he cared to admit. Especially in the Brume. He had been fortunate to never be in the situation this young man had been in. It still angered him but it was Crow’s problem. All he could do was offer his concern or help if the man asked for it since the men responsible had already fled off.

“No we have never met. At least not that I recall. Lancefer Aurifore, in service to House Haillenarte.” Lance gave Crow a slight bow of his head as he introduced himself. “Should get those injuries treated. Maybe report the assault to the Temple Knights.”

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Destiney couldn’t help but laugh. Not that his words of him being blinding without a shirt were funny. Merely because she was sure she knew someone who could top him in that. “I bet I have seen someone more blinding then you without a shirt. We do a different beach at the end of each week. Imagine getting to see that once a week. I’m surprised I have any sight left.”

Her easy demeanor faded a bit the closer they got to Wineport. Eyes drifting towards the northeast more then once. Yet she managed to hold onto a smile even if it was not nearly as bright anymore. “Hard to believe it’s been a little over three years since I left here an became who I am today. Though for the better I will admit.”

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There’s a deep peace in the snow-covered forest at early dawn. The sun is trying to show its face, fighting through the clouds to sparkle where it strikes the crisp coating of snow and ice.

The first notes hang in the air, shivery and cold just like everything else. They are tentative, unsure. The sound fades, the artist pausing to adjust the tension of the strings to account for the chill before he draws out another piece of the melody.

Even in the stillness and cold of the early morning, he knows the vulnerability presented by this one act. But it’s more than a desire – it’s almost a calling, a need pressed on him by an outside force stronger than himself. He’s purposely far from home, deep in the trees of the Twelveswood where no one in their right mind would be at an hour such as this. Even so, his bow is strung and ready beside him where he can reach it in an instant.

Basteaux draws a bow of another kind over the strings of his violin, his fingers moving with deceptive ease to coax notes from the instrument. It sings under his touch, a soaring tribute to the brilliance of the shining world around him.

As the final strains ring through the stillness, he opens his eyes. She’s the first thing he sees, and he immediately drops one bow in order to reach for the other. But there’s recognition after that initial jolt, and he bends to retrieve the abandoned object from the crust of the snow at his feet.

(From here)

Destiney didn’t mind that he was out of practice. He certainly didn’t play like he was. Though the difference in the two pieces was clear. As was the tension in his form. Either way it was still a pleasing piece. This piece was still less… Free then the last. It lacked the same heart and soul. Not that this piece didn’t have a heart of it’s own. It was just less. Too structured.

“I’m sorry, Basteaux.” She hadn’t missed that look on his face when he finished. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked him to play for her specifically. But there was something about it that she couldn’t resist. Now she felt guilty for ruining his mood. Never had it been her intention to disrupt his morning in this way. “I did not mean to ruin your morning.”

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There’s a deep peace in the snow-covered forest at early dawn. The sun is trying to show its face, fighting through the clouds to sparkle where it strikes the crisp coating of snow and ice.

The first notes hang in the air, shivery and cold just like everything else. They are tentative, unsure. The sound fades, the artist pausing to adjust the tension of the strings to account for the chill before he draws out another piece of the melody.

Even in the stillness and cold of the early morning, he knows the vulnerability presented by this one act. But it’s more than a desire – it’s almost a calling, a need pressed on him by an outside force stronger than himself. He’s purposely far from home, deep in the trees of the Twelveswood where no one in their right mind would be at an hour such as this. Even so, his bow is strung and ready beside him where he can reach it in an instant.

Basteaux draws a bow of another kind over the strings of his violin, his fingers moving with deceptive ease to coax notes from the instrument. It sings under his touch, a soaring tribute to the brilliance of the shining world around him.

As the final strains ring through the stillness, he opens his eyes. She’s the first thing he sees, and he immediately drops one bow in order to reach for the other. But there’s recognition after that initial jolt, and he bends to retrieve the abandoned object from the crust of the snow at his feet.

There was a certain peacefulness to the woods at this early hour. Something very soothing. It was also good for thought. Just even for being alone sometime.

The only sound at first was the crunch of her boots in the snow. Slowly that sound was joined by another. The new sound was beautiful. It drew her towards it like a moth to flame. She drew to a pause at a distant, not wishing to interrupt such a melody. Yet she recognized the man who made the instrument sing beneath his fingers. She reached up to remove her half-mask, tucking it away into her pocket.

She hadn’t meant to startle him as she noticed him reach for his weapon. Yet she remained still as the snow around them. Once he recognized her she finally moved. He was busy picking up the bow he had dropped as she closed the distance between them.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. It… Was very beautiful. Please don’t stop on my account.” She kept her voice soft, as if speaking louder would ruin the peaceful feeling of the snowy forest around them. Hands clasped together behind her back loosely. Her smile was warm enough though there was a hint of longing in those blue eyes. “I almost wish I had his harp with me. I could have joined you. If you wouldn’t mind such a novice. Then again I might have ruined such a lovely piece anyways.”

Basteaux watched her approach, as wary as a wild deer but slightly less flighty. His face was flushed, but whether it was from the cold, the music, or something else was impossible to tell. At her words, he shook his head. “Whether or not your playing is as novice as you claim, I’d only intended the one.” He tucked the bow for the instrument into his quiver in order to have a free hand to properly shoulder his weapon.

He moved to begin de-tuning the violin’s strings for travel, but paused with his fingers on the pegs. Destiney’s smile and the look in her eyes caused him to hesitate. There was something about her that made his chest ache. He wet his lips, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Was there… anything in particular you wanted to hear?”

She had to bite back the disappointment as he admitted to only intending the one song. It had indeed been a very lovely piece. Yet there was a feeling of sadness knowing the music was over.

However when he paused an offered another of her choice… There was no hiding the excitement in her eyes. Only twice in her life had someone offered to play specifically for her. Though this was the first time for a violin. She tried to hold back the excited energy inside an try to think of something for Basteaux to play.

“Maybe something light an airy? Something that suits this peaceful morning an the new dusting of snow. Yet has a warmth to its heart. Something that makes the heart dance an soar.“ She glances away with a slight blush. “Sorry. I… I miss the music. It felt… wonderful to hear the way you played. Hear the heart an soul you put into your music.”