I WAS A: healer, historian, Archon, Scion, scholar
I'M SKILLED IN: Conjury (healing and combat spells), exegesis, magic/aetherial theory, reading and analysis
I'M LOOKING FOR: Others hailing from Hydaelyn, tea and conversation
ALSO, I'M: not a cat. Otherwise fine, thank you.
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[Snacks]
[All who pass Y'shtola in the halls or at the edges of various workshops will note she is far from enthused about any of the proceedings unfolding before her. All she knew - gone. After everything.
We did everything right. The proper memory of those words may not be hers, but she can and shall recall the repetition of them for quite some time to come.
And now, forces far beyond the realm of her control or anyone else's have altered the course of those left for ever. These and other dark thoughts occupy Y'shtola's time while she sits at a table, idly prodding an array of fruits in highly unusual colors. They smell divine, and she is physically hungry enough to try even aught as questionable as a vibrant yellow rolanberry, but she simply cannot get her mind to allow her stomach satisfaction. Good thing, too, because a creature emerges from the purple banana-like thing beside it, chomping at the remainder of the fruit.
Thus does she push back her chair without thought of her surroundings, wincing noticeably when she feels it connect with something living.]
My apologies. Are you all right? [Whilst she turns to, possibly, help the person she just struck with a chair - keeping watch on the creature in her meal all the while.]
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[Astral Stasis]
[Y'shtola does not venture much further than the entrance to the hall at this juncture. What purpose would it serve? Those sleeping within are in dire need of the care they receive, and though she is practical and pragmatic as the life of a Scion demands, still she does not want to discover who she might see...or not see. It is wise to hope; it is unwise to entertain despair in the guise of it.
Examining the workings of one of the pods should not prove too trying, though, as long as she does not disturb whoever is asleep inside, and she has no intention of doing so. Despair in the guise of knowledge seems an easier emotional visitor.
Then at once there is a physical visitor, beside her, appearing distraught over the pod's occupant in a way that suggests surprise. Y'shtola draws back, ending any poking around she might have engaged in just a moment ago.]
Someone familiar sleeps within? [To whomever it is, there, looking worried beside her.]
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[Angel Feathers]
[Or not quite. What Y'shtola thought might be the brush of a feather or leaf, in her wandering through the relative chaos of many escaped and unfamiliar creatures, was indeed the touch of aught more worrisome - at least as far as she is concerned. Fortunately the touch upon her ear was not followed by a sting of any sort; unfortunately, Y'shtola is quite averse to creatures like these, preferring not to see them at all if it can be helped.
And here they are, a tiny, placid swarm of them, drifting with no aim in a space where what air movement can be found is deadened into nigh-nothingness by the shape of the room.
It is highly tempting to ground the lot of them and accept whatever consequences come her way. 'Tis unlike Y'shtola to back herself against a wall so, or to face down any such threat (to an observer they may not look at all like the level of threat she appears to be reacting to) with less than perfect poise and stratagems already in place.
When a few come too close, and she has nowhere to turn, anyone nearby and also dealing with gently swarming jellyfish will now also contend with a large, shimmering aetherial bubble bouncing said creatures away - and enveloping anyone on the ground and within a few feet of Y'shtola proper.]
Y'shtola || FFXIV
[After some fumbling and no small amount of trouble, she manages to make something workable out of what this device asks of her.]
@spiritualray (N/A), Hydaelyn
I'M SKILLED IN: Conjury (healing and combat spells), exegesis, magic/aetherial theory, reading and analysis
I'M LOOKING FOR: Others hailing from Hydaelyn, tea and conversation
ALSO, I'M: not a cat. Otherwise fine, thank you.
-
[Snacks]
[All who pass Y'shtola in the halls or at the edges of various workshops will note she is far from enthused about any of the proceedings unfolding before her. All she knew - gone. After everything.
We did everything right. The proper memory of those words may not be hers, but she can and shall recall the repetition of them for quite some time to come.
And now, forces far beyond the realm of her control or anyone else's have altered the course of those left for ever. These and other dark thoughts occupy Y'shtola's time while she sits at a table, idly prodding an array of fruits in highly unusual colors. They smell divine, and she is physically hungry enough to try even aught as questionable as a vibrant yellow rolanberry, but she simply cannot get her mind to allow her stomach satisfaction. Good thing, too, because a creature emerges from the purple banana-like thing beside it, chomping at the remainder of the fruit.
Thus does she push back her chair without thought of her surroundings, wincing noticeably when she feels it connect with something living.]
My apologies. Are you all right? [Whilst she turns to, possibly, help the person she just struck with a chair - keeping watch on the creature in her meal all the while.]
-
[Astral Stasis]
[Y'shtola does not venture much further than the entrance to the hall at this juncture. What purpose would it serve? Those sleeping within are in dire need of the care they receive, and though she is practical and pragmatic as the life of a Scion demands, still she does not want to discover who she might see...or not see. It is wise to hope; it is unwise to entertain despair in the guise of it.
Examining the workings of one of the pods should not prove too trying, though, as long as she does not disturb whoever is asleep inside, and she has no intention of doing so. Despair in the guise of knowledge seems an easier emotional visitor.
Then at once there is a physical visitor, beside her, appearing distraught over the pod's occupant in a way that suggests surprise. Y'shtola draws back, ending any poking around she might have engaged in just a moment ago.]
Someone familiar sleeps within? [To whomever it is, there, looking worried beside her.]
-
[Angel Feathers]
[Or not quite. What Y'shtola thought might be the brush of a feather or leaf, in her wandering through the relative chaos of many escaped and unfamiliar creatures, was indeed the touch of aught more worrisome - at least as far as she is concerned. Fortunately the touch upon her ear was not followed by a sting of any sort; unfortunately, Y'shtola is quite averse to creatures like these, preferring not to see them at all if it can be helped.
And here they are, a tiny, placid swarm of them, drifting with no aim in a space where what air movement can be found is deadened into nigh-nothingness by the shape of the room.
It is highly tempting to ground the lot of them and accept whatever consequences come her way. 'Tis unlike Y'shtola to back herself against a wall so, or to face down any such threat (to an observer they may not look at all like the level of threat she appears to be reacting to) with less than perfect poise and stratagems already in place.
When a few come too close, and she has nowhere to turn, anyone nearby and also dealing with gently swarming jellyfish will now also contend with a large, shimmering aetherial bubble bouncing said creatures away - and enveloping anyone on the ground and within a few feet of Y'shtola proper.]