1. Traders [Of course Celinie is helping escort the traders to safety and shelter. She couldn't possibly leave them to fend for themselves in the deluge. The only benefit to the utter downpour is it discourages bandits and highwaymen from picking a fight with the group. Which is a small mercy, but it's something.
Although that poor donkey stuck in a rut and stubbornly refusing to move. She glances over her shoulder to pass a message.]
I'll go fetch him. Wait here where the ground is solid.
[Fortunately, she's got a knack with animals. Shame the Echo doesn't allow her to understand Donkey as well as Beast Tribes.]
4. Tavern [At last, warmth and dryness! So much water is still foreign to Celinie, even after all her time spent adventuring across the face of Eorzea. It's not the first rain she's seen, but it does qualify for the worst, though she doesn't consider it so. Having been raised in a a stripped portion of the mine reserved for the indentured workers, marvels like rain and trees are still points of fascination for her.
She wriggles into a small space against the wall, not too far from the hearth. And before long, a stranger is dozing off using her shoulder for a rest. It's of no bother to her. She's waterlogged and if someone can take their repose against that much wet, more power to them. Her only true concern is assessing the condition of her belongings, meager though they are.
Pawing through her bag, she extracts a leather wrapped bundle. It is laid carefully on her lap, gently unwrapped. Within is a decrepit book, binding fraying, pages yellowed with age. An odd thing to treasure so dearly. However, it is the only item on her person which is not entirely soaked through and Celinie means to keep it that way.]
Thank the Twelve. It made it.
[When there are lulls in the music, she'll read aloud from the precious book. It's a play of some sort and she joyfully reads each part with different intonations.]
Wildcard! ((Celinie has a gift that allows her to see brief moments from someone's past. Usually things their soul wishes to share. If she gets a sudden headache, it's your history about to be laid bare to her.))
Celinie Beaudonet | Rifter, FFXIV OC
[Of course Celinie is helping escort the traders to safety and shelter. She couldn't possibly leave them to fend for themselves in the deluge. The only benefit to the utter downpour is it discourages bandits and highwaymen from picking a fight with the group. Which is a small mercy, but it's something.
Although that poor donkey stuck in a rut and stubbornly refusing to move. She glances over her shoulder to pass a message.]
I'll go fetch him. Wait here where the ground is solid.
[Fortunately, she's got a knack with animals. Shame the Echo doesn't allow her to understand Donkey as well as Beast Tribes.]
4. Tavern
[At last, warmth and dryness! So much water is still foreign to Celinie, even after all her time spent adventuring across the face of Eorzea. It's not the first rain she's seen, but it does qualify for the worst, though she doesn't consider it so. Having been raised in a a stripped portion of the mine reserved for the indentured workers, marvels like rain and trees are still points of fascination for her.
She wriggles into a small space against the wall, not too far from the hearth. And before long, a stranger is dozing off using her shoulder for a rest. It's of no bother to her. She's waterlogged and if someone can take their repose against that much wet, more power to them. Her only true concern is assessing the condition of her belongings, meager though they are.
Pawing through her bag, she extracts a leather wrapped bundle. It is laid carefully on her lap, gently unwrapped. Within is a decrepit book, binding fraying, pages yellowed with age. An odd thing to treasure so dearly. However, it is the only item on her person which is not entirely soaked through and Celinie means to keep it that way.]
Thank the Twelve. It made it.
[When there are lulls in the music, she'll read aloud from the precious book. It's a play of some sort and she joyfully reads each part with different intonations.]
Wildcard!
((Celinie has a gift that allows her to see brief moments from someone's past. Usually things their soul wishes to share. If she gets a sudden headache, it's your history about to be laid bare to her.))