PSL - Felih and Rihnn go to the First...

[featherfoot]

And it's not right.



P'rihnn is honestly not sure what happened. One moment he had been fighting Zenos - or rather, Elidibus in Zenos' skin - and the next he was here. He vaguely remembers being hit by a powerful headache and seeing Elidibus approach him as if for a decisive blow, but the voice that had called him didn't seem quite the same as before. Was this how it had been for the others? For the Scions? Did his body lie on the ground in the Ghimlyt Dark, soul torn away? And for this?

He looks around his surroundings, frown growing deeper and deeper as he realises he hasn't the slightest clue where he is. There is no place he knows with such dense, purple foliage... and the light shining down on him is strangely oppressive, though he can't say why.

Fortunately he can see a nearby structure, and what looks like it might be a path. He can vaguely make out something beyond the trees, too, so... that way, then. After checking to make sure he still has his chakrams, just in case, P'rihnn makes his way to the wooden structure, looking around him to see if he can spy someone he can question.

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[featherfoot]

P'rihnn was never one to linger when shopping, and once he'd decided on what to make he'd headed back to the Tower to await Felih. The Exarch doesn't seem like one who will talk for long, after all. When he spies Felih exit the tower, he waves, and turns to head back to their apartment, expecting Felih to catch up. He can ask him what happened along the way.

[seasoflight]

Felih is still somber by the time he leaves the Tower, and P'rihnn is a small solace. At least there's one friendly face he can count on. (And some cynical part of him notes, even P'rihnn is simply another version of himself.)

He returns to the other Warrior's side, and gives a faint shrug. "I tried. He wouldn't tell me anything at all. He truly refuses to let himself be involved... he says that he doesn't matter. That only his goal does."

"Ah, but apparently we ought to be wary of Eulmore," he tacks on as an afterthought.

[featherfoot]

“That’s it?” P’rihnn asks, ears flicking back as he still walks a few steps ahead. “Really? ...and I thought you were the charmer... I hoped at the very least, you’d get a clearer idea who we’re dealing with, or why he was so keen on having you do the work.” If either of them had the ability to get any answers out of the Exarch, it would surely be Felih.

He slows down a little, trying to remember if anyone had mentioned ‘Eulmore’ to him. “I think I heard of Eulmore though... and not positively, either. Something about ‘those Eulmoran layabouts’.”

[seasoflight]

Felih's ears flick further back.

"...I tried," he murmurs. "He truly refuses to let anyone close- physically and figuratively. All I know is that he intends to prevent the Eighth Umbral Calamity no matter what- and that we, as the Warrior of Light, would have been one of the millions killed by it should it go forward."

"Supposedly we are the best suited to prevent this Calamity," he murmurs.

[featherfoot]

“I’m starting to think people just assume I’m the best choice for anything,” P’rihnn grouses, even though he’s never been one to turn down people in need. “Surprised he didn’t ask you to go fetch him some sandwiches or something. Did you get any other impression off him?”

He has a feeling he would have been too angry to really think much about what the Exarch had to say, and reading between the lines was never a strong point of his.

“The only reason we have to help him is because, I suppose, we’re not meant to be helping him.”

[seasoflight]

"I understand the feeling," Felih murmurs in response, with a sigh. "It's also because I've no idea what else to do, here. The Light and Sin Eaters are obviously a problem- and we know as much from Ardbert and his friends, too, so that in itself can't be a lie... but it would help if we could find more information. It's why I keep wondering if we should go find Minfilia... do you think she remembers us?"

His tail flicks from side to side, anxiously. "Supposedly she is reborn again and again, but... is she the same woman we knew?"

"The Exarch doesn't seem like he'll be forthcoming about anything."

[featherfoot]

“No shit. He’s like an automaton... maybe he is an automaton. The Tower is Allagan, after all, and sometimes I think the Allagans just pulled miracle technology out of their backsides.” His tail twitches as they finally approach the Pendants, and he sighs. “Did he even show any kind of emotion? After we brought night back to Lakeland?”

As for Minfillia... he doesn’t know what to do about that information. “Ah, that’s another thing I heard of Eulmore... that they have custody of the current Minfillia and won’t release her.”

[seasoflight]

"Perhaps... any time I tried to find out more about his origins and past, he would ignore or dodge it. Still, it makes me wonder why an automaton would care about such things..." Felih muses, before glancing back at the tower before he steps into the Pendants.

"He said he was grateful for our initiative in taking down the first Warden, but... the only hint of emotion I truly gleaned from him was regarding the records and stories he found of the Warrior of Light. That they gave him hope."

He does bristle when the conversation comes back to Minfilia, however. "That makes it sound like she's being held prisoner. I don't like the sound of that."

[featherfoot]

“From stories?” P’rihnn asks, ears lowering a little. Stories inflate or expand upon things, and do not really reflect the reality. “Sounds like something anyone could say. You sure he wasn’t just saying it for the sake of saying it?”

Not far to their apartment now, at least. Then he can start making them some food for the road, wherever it is they’re heading, and take some stress out on a fish.

“Starting to sound like we’re heading for Eulmore next.”

[seasoflight]

"I... don't think so. It seemed to be the only thing he was genuine about. His voice trembled... there was emotion he was trying to stifle," Felih mmurmurs quietly, tail curling around his own leg for comfort as he finishes the walk to their apartment.

"I'd like to go to Eulmore. I've heard it's by the sea, and from what I hear of it, it's... strange. Decadent, where folk somehow live in harmony with Sin Eaters. It sounds far too suspicious if it's true."

[featherfoot]

Huh. So there is something genuine about the Exarch after all? “Ah, so maybe he’s not an automaton,” he says. “So, Eulmore’s going to be our next stop?”

It sounds like a plan to him! Because if they are holding a child who fights Sin Eaters prisoner, and now apparently live together in harmony with them, it warrants investigation. “I would like to see how they tame those things we fought yesterday. I’ve known bugs with more brains.”

[seasoflight]

"I agree. I want to see how it is they've managed to keep those things from slaughtering the masses," Felih murmurs, before sinking into a chaise the moment he's back in their apartment. "We should prepare for it. I've heard there's a ship that can take us to the Kholusian coast, and from there it's just a matter of walking towards the giant city."

"But if we're going to get Minfilia, we're going to need to be quiet and calm, and sneak in without attracting any attention," Felih says. "It's still a bustling, populated city, and who knows how many guards or Eaters might be about?"

[featherfoot]

P’rihnn, however, immediately goes to wash his hands and start preparing food. There is something satisfying about taking a whole fish and attacking it with a knife to make something delicious.

“Are you suggesting I can’t be quiet and calm?” he asks, putting a completely unnecessary amount of force in chopping the fish’s head off.

[seasoflight]

"Darling, what did the fish do to deserve such brutal treatment?" Felih chides idly as he leans over the arm of the chaise, tail twitching lazily from side to side as he lies there and watches P'rihnn cook. He's much more elegant about fileting and butchering fish and meats, so the force P'rihnn uses is startling.

"And no offense, dear, but you've shown that you're prone to temper and getting loud."

[featherfoot]

“I’m stressed out. This is how I deal with it.”

He’s not elegant, but it doesn’t make him any less of a good cook, and he starts to hum as he gets into the flow of it. However, at the accusation of having a temper and being loud, he picks up the fish head with the knife tip and flings it in Felih’s general direction. He doesn’t intend it to actually land on Felih, but if it does he’s not bothered.

“...if Eulmore lives together with Sin Eaters, I wonder what they’re going to make of us slaying a Lightwarden? Think they’d care?”

[seasoflight]

Felih yowls as a fish gets flung right at him, instinctively swatting it out of the air and onto the floor with an angry lash of his tail.

"You are just proving my point! Ugh- what if that had landed on my clothing? I'd smell like fish!" he whines and pouts, tail thumping on the chaise, before he uses a bit of magic to reluctantly lift the fish head and toss it into one of the planters by the window. He can bury it properly later- at least it'll be good fertilizer for the plants.

"...you know, I'd rather not tell them that until we know what it's like," Felih murmurs. "If those folk are truly allied with the Eaters somehow, I'd rather not make enemies of a whole city at once."

[featherfoot]

“You don’t think they’ll wonder where the night came from?” P’rihnn asks, looking far too pleased with himself for making Felih yowl like that. “They must have people watching things in Lakeland. Eulmore and the Crystarium seem to be the two main powers.”

He returns his attention to the food, humming again for a moment while he works.

“Wonder what their leader’s like? Just as soulless as the Exarch, you think?”

[seasoflight]

Felih's ears droop. "...I hope not. Though I wouldn't call the Exarch soulless just yet... he does seem to care for the people here."

He's still a little irritated by P'rihnn's stunt with the fish head, but he drops it for now.

"It's just the Crystarium and Eulmore... I was looking at some maps. This realm- what's left of it... it's so small. It stuns me that folk have survived..."

[featherfoot]

“Does he?” P’rihnn wonders. “Or does he just say that because he’s expected to? Because he needs to pretend to be something, if he can’t act human. I’m standing by the ‘soulless’ assessment until proven wrong.”

He stares at the sizzling fish for a moment, wondering whether this would better serve as lunch rather than food for their trip.

“We’ll take a boat out later, then. Want to tell the Exarch where we’re going, in case he has something to say?”

[seasoflight]

"I think he does," Felih murmurs. "Some folk say he sends people gifts. That he knows little things about them, even if they've never spoken. He must be watching over them from the tower, somehow," he explains, before swishing his tail a few times, ears perking up as he catches the scent of the fish.

"I'd rather just go. If he's not going to tell us anything, why should we owe him the courtesy?" Felih huffs, sulking slightly and letting his chin rest back on the arm of the chaise.

[featherfoot]

“Really?” P’rihnn hadn’t heard that yet, and honestly he’s surprised. Keeps his distance, yet cares enough to pay attention and offer little gifts from time to time... people do seem to like him, so why keep his distance? “Strange. Maybe he’s self-conscious, being all crystal like that. Or...” He frowns, because he’s not sure if this would be a good assessment - he isn’t the best at reading people, after all. “Something happened to him to make him like that. People have done worse things than hide when they’ve been hurt.”

He flips the fish over and hums again, the scent of fish and the light spice making his stomach growl even though it’s not been long since breakfast.

“I figured even if he has nothing to say about himself, he might have something to say about Eulmore. He does know things he shouldn’t... but if neither of us want to see him, fine by me. Now do you want this fish for lunch? I was going to pack it for the journey, but my stomach’s growling.”

[seasoflight]

"Perhaps. There's no way to know, with how intent he seems on hiding himself away," Felih says with a sigh, before giving a lazy, catlike stretch on the chaise. "But I'd rather continue going forward without any potential bias from him. He's given me little reason to trust him."

His ears perk up at the last bit, though, tail aquiver.

"Well, I was hoping that was for lunch... if it's traveling food you want, I can help you prepare it after. I'm quite good at that," he chirps.

[featherfoot]

“Lunch it is!” P’rihnn decides, ears perking up and wiggling a little. “I bought a little too much, so that works out well.”

Fish and a few vegetables (but mostly fish) makes a perfectly good lunch, by his estimation. Despite his seemingly slapdash preparation, for what he lacks in other crafting ability he is a good culinarian.

“‘fraid it’s basic, but I’ve won prizes for my food before!”

[seasoflight]

"I'm not going to complain about fish and vegetables," Felih purrs, tail aquiver as he gets up and happily settles at the table. "I'm just as Miqo'te as you are."

He's delighted with the food, happily downing it quickly enough, and he hums. "I'm a rather accomplished culinarian as well. Working together, I've no doubt we'll have an easy time preparing food for the road."

[featherfoot]

It didn’t take much work to prepare, in the end. Before long they were packed up and ready for the trip, the thought of telling their host of their plans dismissed entirely. P’rihnn supposes he is not too surprised when, right as they are about to board their transport, a guard comes running and calling for their attention.

“Mr Tia! And Mr Tia!” Oh, dear, nobody had told the guard what Tia actually means... “A missive for you, sirs. From the Exarch.”

With a frustrated sigh, P’rihnn wordlessly snatches the paper from the guard, and tears it open to read. The guard, apparently expecting at least a word of gratitude for his work - or maybe a smile, a nod, or some other acknowledgement beyond P’rihnn’s scowl - looks concerned.