[The draw to the heart of the mountain was all too familiar, like a trance brought on by Nidhogg—a feeling he was all too familiar with by now. However, it did not end in ruin—his or otherwise—and instead he was now burdened with a red and black egg roughly the size of an ostrich egg. Once he was free of the mountain's enchantment, he had entertained the thought of tossing the egg aside, leaving it behind and progressing without it. However, he found himself unable to do as such, perhaps had this been a handful of months prior, the action would have been so much easier, but alas.
With the sense of Eorzea—more importantly Ishgard—supposedly being in ruin, or utterly destroyed, his mind was flooded with racing thoughts, his heart heavy. Little did he pay mind to those who would spare him welcoming words or smiles, he was quick to ignore them as he made his way through the city. Where he was going he scarcely knew, but he was content to learn the lay of the city, it would serve him well if he was indeed stuck here.
He takes little care to not bump shoulders with those passing by, if they would not move out of his way, he would make a way for himself. With how busy the streets were, with natives and scions alike, Estinien misliked the bustle, but would steel himself all the same.
Should you fall victim to the towering (he's 6'6) elezen's shoulder check, or find yourself scrambling out of his way, you'll find no apologies from him. Scarcely even a glance your way at all. He'll sooner trample those too slow underfoot, than move out of the way himself.]
Evening
[With the sun setting, Estinien's mood has hardly improved. He still cradles the egg in one arm, keeping it close in almost a protective manner he can't quite explain. Avoiding others is still his goal, but it proves a difficult feat with how many people there are, the fireworks only adding to it all. Visibly, it's obvious that the white-haired elezen is irritated, and seemingly inapproachable, but that doesn't seem to stop the natives from trying to offer him food, items, or stories.]
I care precious little for such trivialities, leave me.
[He practically growls this and other selfsame rebukes at those who attempt to bribe a friendship out of him. Before long, he'll be attempting to head to a tavern, because if there is one thing he needs, it's some ale. While he fully suspects them to be just as busy, it will at the very least have something he actually wants.
All he had wanted after the events in his homeland was to rest, and this is far from that. Halone must be testing him.]
Estinien Wyrmblood | Final Fantasy XIV | Newly arrived OTA
[The draw to the heart of the mountain was all too familiar, like a trance brought on by Nidhogg—a feeling he was all too familiar with by now. However, it did not end in ruin—his or otherwise—and instead he was now burdened with a red and black egg roughly the size of an ostrich egg. Once he was free of the mountain's enchantment, he had entertained the thought of tossing the egg aside, leaving it behind and progressing without it. However, he found himself unable to do as such, perhaps had this been a handful of months prior, the action would have been so much easier, but alas.
With the sense of Eorzea—more importantly Ishgard—supposedly being in ruin, or utterly destroyed, his mind was flooded with racing thoughts, his heart heavy. Little did he pay mind to those who would spare him welcoming words or smiles, he was quick to ignore them as he made his way through the city. Where he was going he scarcely knew, but he was content to learn the lay of the city, it would serve him well if he was indeed stuck here.
He takes little care to not bump shoulders with those passing by, if they would not move out of his way, he would make a way for himself. With how busy the streets were, with natives and scions alike, Estinien misliked the bustle, but would steel himself all the same.
Should you fall victim to the towering (he's 6'6) elezen's shoulder check, or find yourself scrambling out of his way, you'll find no apologies from him. Scarcely even a glance your way at all. He'll sooner trample those too slow underfoot, than move out of the way himself.]
Evening
[With the sun setting, Estinien's mood has hardly improved. He still cradles the egg in one arm, keeping it close in almost a protective manner he can't quite explain. Avoiding others is still his goal, but it proves a difficult feat with how many people there are, the fireworks only adding to it all. Visibly, it's obvious that the white-haired elezen is irritated, and seemingly inapproachable, but that doesn't seem to stop the natives from trying to offer him food, items, or stories.]
I care precious little for such trivialities, leave me.
[He practically growls this and other selfsame rebukes at those who attempt to bribe a friendship out of him. Before long, he'll be attempting to head to a tavern, because if there is one thing he needs, it's some ale. While he fully suspects them to be just as busy, it will at the very least have something he actually wants.
All he had wanted after the events in his homeland was to rest, and this is far from that. Halone must be testing him.]