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Rook, Entry #2
The Sapsa fell back stunned at a bright flash of light. One flew over my head into the nearby boulder pile behind which cowered the passengers who fled earlier. Another flash of cornea-piercing light made me feel dizzy.
There was no doubt in my mind that my current condition was due to my terribly formed party composition. I could hardly keep up with my own attack spells before even considering to pull out my Conjurer's wand. And to add to my impossible situation there was no sanctuary nearby where I could safely prepare my mind for healing.
I felt an arm tug on mine urging me to stand. I was thankful for the company no matter what discipline they practiced. And from the way he handled those creatures, I was confident we stood a chance against them.
The first Cure I felt was a relief. I was on the upswing and gaining my energy back by the second. Whoever this healer was, I owed him my life.
We quickly dispatched the remaining Sapsa and before I could turn to kneel in gratitude he was already trying to teleport from whence he came!
He had his back turned and I could see that he must have been a Hyur given his stature. Knees almost to his chest, I ran over and gently touched his shoulder.
The healer stood straight. The cane on his back was exotic. I had never seen a healing cane so intricately crafted save on those guildmasters and champions of Eorzea. This White Mage possessed a very powerful weapon. He no doubt crafted it from his last victory. The split-second before he turned to face me I examined the architecture of the crest and recognized it was of Allagan origin. An object right out of the Allagan museum itself.
On his shoulders was the proof that he triumphed through the trials of Bahamut, an Allagan coat of healing.
"Well come, sir. Were it not for your timely entrance, I would have surely been a trophy for those amphibians." I mustered up the best smile I could without showing my fangs.
He turned on his heel with a hand proffered.
She was the darkest skinned Roegadyn I could have possibly fathomed. She! With eyes the color of a red-hued somber sunset, her straight face only gave a look of impatience and intolerance.
As if I was the target of her stun, I was frozen in confusion.
She rolled her eyes and turned her back to me once more. She made eye contact with the passengers of the long since forgotten chocobo carriage and stalked towards them. Taking the cane off her back and raising it slightly above her head, she gestured stiffly in charity.
Offering healing or a comforting presence? Though I had my doubts she would have been capable of the latter. I had never seen a Roegadyn healer, much less a female Roegadyn healer. They were not known to me for their art of essence regeneration.
She made her way back over to me. Her gait was uncharacteristically controlled, probably remnants from her enlistment in one of the Grand Companies, though I was not keen enough to guess which one. What were they again? Fires, Snakes, and Pirates?
She was before me in an instant and it was then I realized she was small. Tiny, I would say had I not been raised to be polite.
She placed her cane on her back and locked eyes with me as she put her hands on her hips. In anticipation?
I struggled to find my voice. "You have my gratitude." I prided myself on my language, thankful that "You are rather dark and short and quiet and misclassed for a Roe," did not burst forth.
Silence.
The healer pulled a whistle from her coat flap and blew into it softly. A brilliant steed appeared moments later with an illuminated mane and tail. Electricity crackled at its hooves and I jumped back to avoid being shocked as it strode up to us. It was the most vibrant shade of violet my eyes had witnessed and for once outside of Ishgard there WAS something I could consider beautiful.
"I seek the one they call Rook, he is one of The Final Witnesses. May I bother you to point me in the right direction? I am afraid this caravan will not be set to leave until the 'morrow. And I am loathe to wait for these creatures to spawn again."
She urged her steed into slow trot and headed towards what I assumed was a settlement in the distance. I could barely see the blue of the aetheryte above tall white stone walls. That must be the entrance to Limsa Lominsa!
The pace the mute White Mage set was one I could easily keep up with on my own two feet. I set to follow her after I put my own staff away.
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These are planned to be small (less than a 1,000 words) excerpts so that I do not run into the issue where I cling to a passage for dear life because it had not reached my desired length. As such, these will be updated more frequently.
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