Celinie is not wholly convinced this is not some elaborate dream from which she has yet to wake. Honestly, this is a far better dream than the ones she's suffered since Carteneau. The mark on her hand is certainly perplexing though. An explanation might be kind if anyone happens to catch her staring at her hand.
1. Wolves and Demons and Rifts, oh my!
There is a problem with holes in the sky that spew out violent creatures which in turn whip up the local wildlife into a frenzy. On a better day, a day a year ago, perhaps, Celinie would have responded as any Conjurer of Stillglade Fane would do: quell or pacify the wildlife and purge the source. However this young Elezen is no longer the wide-eyed innocent playing at adventurer to feed her distant family. She has seen too much. And now, all she can see are the Carteneau Plains, littered with bodies, air filled with screams of terror and agony as an elder primal bursts out of the falling moon. Falling debris of Dalamud crushing soldiers, both allies and Garleans alike. Fire and smoke and death and blood are still fresh in her nose. Once more she is in that moment and not in her present.
Her present has her standing before a pack of wolves driven to madness by the demons from the rift. One lone Elezen woman, frozen with fear and memory, unmoving and unaware of the doom headed for her. Hopefully those scouts are coming soon.
2. I'm a closet Botanist, really!
Hunting for healing herbs. This is something Celinie can do and surprisingly well. Before the war, she'd spent some of her days quietly learning the basics of botany from the Botanist's Guild. Master E-Sumi-Yan thought working with plants first hand, even if only enough to grow some flowers or lentils in a garden, would assist their fledgling conjurer develop a rapport with nature. What pleases her about this task is that it keeps her away from fighting, away from conflict. It is cold and hard labor searching for plants which she is unfamiliar, but it is soothing work nonetheless.
There are few finds, which is disappointing, but the potential to help bring succor to others drives her on. She spots a beautiful plant with purple and green leaves at the entry to a cave, certain that's one that's being sought after. However, there seems to be something skittering around inside. Uncertain if the creature is a threat or not, she turns and asks simply, "Should I put it to sleep, ere we collect the plant?"
3. Wildcard
Be careful if she starts holding her head. Someone's about to get a glimpse into your past whether either of you like it or not.
Celinie Brookstone | Final Fantasy XIV (prose or brackets)
1. Wolves and Demons and Rifts, oh my!
There is a problem with holes in the sky that spew out violent creatures which in turn whip up the local wildlife into a frenzy. On a better day, a day a year ago, perhaps, Celinie would have responded as any Conjurer of Stillglade Fane would do: quell or pacify the wildlife and purge the source. However this young Elezen is no longer the wide-eyed innocent playing at adventurer to feed her distant family. She has seen too much. And now, all she can see are the Carteneau Plains, littered with bodies, air filled with screams of terror and agony as an elder primal bursts out of the falling moon. Falling debris of Dalamud crushing soldiers, both allies and Garleans alike. Fire and smoke and death and blood are still fresh in her nose. Once more she is in that moment and not in her present.
Her present has her standing before a pack of wolves driven to madness by the demons from the rift. One lone Elezen woman, frozen with fear and memory, unmoving and unaware of the doom headed for her. Hopefully those scouts are coming soon.
2. I'm a closet Botanist, really!
Hunting for healing herbs. This is something Celinie can do and surprisingly well. Before the war, she'd spent some of her days quietly learning the basics of botany from the Botanist's Guild. Master E-Sumi-Yan thought working with plants first hand, even if only enough to grow some flowers or lentils in a garden, would assist their fledgling conjurer develop a rapport with nature. What pleases her about this task is that it keeps her away from fighting, away from conflict. It is cold and hard labor searching for plants which she is unfamiliar, but it is soothing work nonetheless.
There are few finds, which is disappointing, but the potential to help bring succor to others drives her on. She spots a beautiful plant with purple and green leaves at the entry to a cave, certain that's one that's being sought after. However, there seems to be something skittering around inside. Uncertain if the creature is a threat or not, she turns and asks simply, "Should I put it to sleep, ere we collect the plant?"
3. Wildcard
Be careful if she starts holding her head. Someone's about to get a glimpse into your past whether either of you like it or not.