If you could only see the beast you've made of me

[why_me]

» WHO? Garion and you
» WHEN? just after he wakes up near the gym
» WHERE? Around (basically anywhere public is fair game)
» WHAT? There's a wolf walking around the station
» WARNINGS? None so far. Happy to use [ ] for any replies.


There is a wolf wandering around the station. A large wolf. A large white wolf with blue eyes.

Because he woke up in a chamber near the gym, that's where he's likely to be found, but he's wandering now, trying to sniff out something, anything, to tell him what's going on. Now, of course, he's not just a wolf. He's also a man by the name of Garion (or Belgarion, technically) but given that a wolf can cover distances much faster than a human can, that he'll have the advantage of a nose that can sniff out nearly anything on his muzzle, and the fact that between his teeth and his claws, he'll have more a weapon in that form should he encounter anything dangerous...

He's always scouted as a wolf. Really, this is no change. Or he tries to remind himself it's very little change, even though he can't sense his Aunt Pol or his Grandfather or even Durnik anywhere. Even though his wife is nowhere to be found and he can't smell her, not even on his own skin, not on the clothing he woke up in. Neither his wife nor his children and it's upsetting on two legs, but on four, it just gives him a sense of urgency.

So if you happen to see a rather large white wolf near the mess or the bar area or one of the crew quarters or just in the hallways, well...

He's as new to this as you are.

Comments

[why_me]

"I was going to see if I could message him using this," he says with a tap to his communicator, "since you just showed me how to do that." A quick nod. "But thank you."

A pause before-

"Does he have your ears and tail as well?"

[lightduties]

A pause. Somehow, it never occurred to him to actually contact someone else privately using the device. He's too used to people contacting him "Pray return to the Waking Sands."

A shake of his head. "He is like yourself in that regard."

[why_me]

Garion nods and after a few moments of walking, glances over at him.

"So if I'm a Hyur, what would your people be called, if you don't mind me asking?"

[lightduties]

Rhea'li falls into step beside Garion, tail waving behind him as he walks. It's not like he has much else to do. Holding conversation sounds as good an occupation as any, on board this foreign ship with no where to go and no tasks to be done.

"A Miqo'te." He doesn't mind at all, though he's discovering that many find his appearance unusual. "I suppose our kind aren't present in your world?"

[why_me]

"Not that I've seen," he admits with a shrug, "but I might just not have met them. If they existed, they'd probably live in Ulgoland. And there was enough danger there that we usually hurried through."

[lightduties]

With all the wandering seekers, it would be difficult to imagine anyone on Eorzea having never seen a Miqo'te, even in Ishgard.

Tilting his head, he asks, "Danger from the wildlife?"

[why_me]

"Yes," because honestly, what about Ulgoland WASN'T dangerous.

"They throw very big rocks. Or they eat people."

[lightduties]

So, business as usual, really. There's a reason escorting merchants pays well.

A small smile. "I suppose they throw rocks and eat people, too."

[why_me]

"To be fair," he points out, "if one happens to you, usually you don't need to worry about the other."

[lightduties]

Rhea'li lets out a quiet laugh. That's true. Unless the very big rock didn't kill you. Then that would be terrible.

"You are an adventurer, then? Or merely a traveller?"

[why_me]

"I wouldn't know the difference between the two," he admits with a shrug. "Though I suppose I've traveled more for what some would call 'adventure' even if I mostly thought it was more trouble than anything."

[lightduties]

A smile stretches across his face.

"Then might you share some stories?" He waves his hands as he speaks, the tips of his ears twitching. "One does not travel and have nary a tale to tell!"

[why_me]

"Oh, I'll happily share a story or two," he says with a nod. "But only if you share in return."

[lightduties]

Rhea'li lets out a quiet chuckle. "Of course. I'm no bard, but I've a tale or two to tell... after I hear one of yours."

You first, buddy :3c

[why_me]

"Well, I suppose I'll have to figure out if you'd like a fantastical tale or a funny one," he says with a thoughtful scratch to his chin. "Though you're welcome to give me a hint."

[lightduties]

His grin only grows wider, his slightly elongated canines clearly visible.

"Have you a tale with both?"

[why_me]

"Oh, I certainly do," he says with a grin and a tilt of his head towards where they were headed. "And quite a few hard heads. Though I suppose I'll first have to explain what an Arend is, which is a somewhat novel experience."

[lightduties]

Where are they going? He wasn't paying much attention earlier...

Like any good listener, Rhea'li asks, "And, pray tell, what is an Arend?"

[why_me]

"The people of Chaldan, the Bull God," he says with a turn of his hand, "and that in itself tells you quite a lot about them. Very impressive, very impassioned... and very very hard-headed."