lunaecalamitas | the beach episode (dated before the east mission)

the beach episode (dated before the east mission)

There's a small slice of sandy beach between mountains and wasteland, where the South meets Central, only an inlet of ocean between them, and that is where Bruno has decided to set up camp.

Literally.

He only had a simple tent and supplies for two initially. Tatara had asked if he could join him on his little trip out and how could he say no? Unfortunately for him, Tatara may have decided to invite everyone else, too, so, welcome, everyone, to the beach episode and a chance to relax after a potentially rough week in the City of Rain.

The sand is warm and fine, the water isn't too chilly, and scrubby little palm trees and plant life dot the dunes. Sea birds are the most active wildlife out here, not counting whatever fish can be found dwelling in the depths of the inlet between South and Central or further out into the ocean. It's comfortable enough... unless you hate sand, that is! You don't hate sand, right?

Since Tatara's arrival, more than Bruno's humble setup can be found.

- There's food fit for a picnic and enough bottles of wine for the evening.

- In the evening, a (non-deadly) bonfire will be built and there'll be pillows to sit on for those who don't want to sit directly on the sand.

- A few colorful rough wool blankets laid out under umbrellas meant to provide shade.

- There's still only one sad-looking tent... However! Bruno's gone ahead and enchanted it so that, when one pushes the cloth flap aside and enters, they'll find a much more comfortable setup inside.

And, of course, anything the other wizards have decided to bring! Bruno wasn't expecting a party but now that it's here, he sure can't tell them not to have fun however they want.

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[Hehehe great minds think alike! Urianger raises his bottle to that.]

Then it hath been decided. Once we depart here, we shall reconvene at the coming of dusk.

I suppose getting to watch the sunset with you is worth losing you for the rest of the day.

[He waves a hand in the air in a languid manner.]

You've other greetings to make after all... but you'll come back to me. That's good enough, heheh.

[With a laugh,]

Art thou truly so interested in my company?

Should I not be? [Ithaqua points at him with a long finger.]

You are far more eloquent than the rest of the people here, and a better conversationalist by far.

'Tis merely a surprise to me. Oft am I told that my manner of speaking is difficult to understand.

[Sometimes to the point of completely alienating others. It's a nice change of pace for someone to tell him that they actually like his archaic speech.]

Not so, in thy case. For that, I thank thee.

Mmm. [Well, Ithaqua will just have to make this man more comfortable in his presence.]

I was raised on heavy, difficult books to understand-- not ideal for a child to learn literacy and speech from, but determination made the difference. [His mother's, that is.] Hence, I've nothing to fear from the words that come from your mouth.

[Well that's definitely helping. His ears visibly perk a little.]

Verily? That determination is indeed made plain. [Ithaqua does speak a bit more formally than most here.] I should like to hear more of the books from thine youth in the future.

[Or, like, now. If Ithaqua is intent on keeping him around a little longer.]

Hm, hm, hmm~ [He's thinking about it-- but perhaps Urianger would like to not hear about tales of man-eating beasts and abominable snowmen that bear the same name as Ithaqua.]

Perhaps later, when we reconvene.

[Honestly..........up in the air as to what his reaction would be. He's read plenty of dark fables in his time! Time will tell, though.]

Very well. I shall look forward to it, whenever thou desirest to share. Thou canst ask me for a subject to share in return, if thou wouldst like.

[Well, they may have said that, but Ithaqua forgets it later once he's had some time to interact with others and be quite awkward without the half-mask as a barrier between himself and the world. He may remember if Urianger prompts him to share.

He's just more interested in watching the sunset, as they agreed-- and has sparklers for the occasion, having bought them because... well, they sounded like a good idea, people told him it was a good idea for beach parties. And he twirls one around his fingers while waiting.]

[Sure enough, evening comes quickly and the appointed hour is almost at hand. The light from Ithaqua's sparkler serves as a guide for Urianger as he seeks out his sunset-viewing partner. It draws him right over, and he gives a nod toward it as he approaches.]

Art thou feeling festive?

Well, I did hear that sparklers were a way to set the mood at a beach celebration. [Now that Urianger is here however, he doesn't need it to keep him busy. He shakes the sparkler to extinguish it, and tucks it into his pocket, where more sparklers await their time to shine.

Not the best safety measures when it comes to something that's technically an explosive, but still.]

Now, where would you like to watch the sunset from?

Thou heardst correctly. 'Tis a common practice in Eorzea as well.

[It's a good thing Urianger doesn't know about the other sparklers because he would have some concerns about that storage choice. Ithaqua please.

As for the main event, he turns his gaze away from Ithaqua for a moment to have a look around them. Locating a suitable spot, he motions to a decently-sized dune.]

Yonder dune should offer elevation for a better view of the sun meeting the sea, as well as a place to sit away from the waves.

[He holds up the blanket that he brought along with him.]

Ah, so you came prepared. [He was thinking far ahead, which humbles Ithaqua a little. He didn't think that far, himself. Perhaps he should have.]

Let's hurry then, before someone else decides that they, too, want to be there.

[He frankly may just bite if there's an interloper on their moment. Ithaqua has gotten few peaceful moments on this trip, and certainly less with friends, he will not allow anyone to bother him while he's with Urianger.

Now, Urianger may note that Ithaqua, in his mostly-normal state, does take long strides and pulls ahead of Urianger quite quickly.]

'Twould be more accurate to say that my preparations changed after we made our accord.

[He was just going to wander around during the sunset otherwise. But now that he's going to be with Ithaqua, he figured it would be nice to sit and continue their previous conversation while they await the sunset.

With that, they're off to the dune! And boy is Ithaqua really off. There he goes... It's not often that Urianger gets outpaced so easily with his absurdly long legs, but at least he can insure that Ithaqua will have their spot claimed by the time he gets up there.

He arrives not far behind and begins to unfold the blanket to spread over the sand.]

Thou seemest in much better health. I take it the cooler temperatures have played a role?

You could say that, heheh. [He will help Urianger with that, taking the trailing ends of the blanket to stretch it to its full size. Once that's done, he makes himself comfortable on the blanket and pats the spot right next to him as an invitation.]

I've also recuperated enough, time has passed enough for my strength to return, accompanied by a good meal.

[Who knew that eating would help? Well, he did, but with the heat, his body rejected the very notion of eating.]

[Ithaqua's help is much appreciated, and Urianger is quick to join him on the blanket once it's set up. Is Ithaqua perching like a cat again...]

Good. I am glad to hear thou hast rested and replenished thy strength.

[Not that Ithaqua needs to be hovered over anything...but Urianger cares, okay!!

He turns his gaze toward the sea, where the sun has already begun to hang low on the horizon.]

The boundary betwixt day and night groweth ever thinner. Soon, the sun shall relinquish its hold over the sky, but not without scattering its light into a beautiful painting upon its departure.

[For once, Ithaqua is sitting like a normal person... just because there's nothing to curl around, and because he would like to have the cool air on his body. It's why he's still wearing shorts and lacking in sleeves, even if he'd gone and changed clothes in the time they went their own ways.

Ithaqua tilts his head to look at Urianger, listening to what's practically verbal art.]

Was your work before all this poetry?

[Urianger's lips quirk into a smile, but he ultimately shakes his head.]

Merely an interest of mine. Before mine arrival to this star, I was a student of prophecy.

[And like, a key player in saving the world from certain doom. But he's retired from that now so he doesn't mention it.]

Prophecy? [He tilts his head. Divination? Fortune-telling? How does one go from archaic texts to attempting to see the future?]

That involves dressing up quite a bit of doom in such lovely words as to not alarm the people, does it not?

[He may or may not have strange little impressions of what prophecy entails.]

Which means you still are able to exercise your gift for the spoken word.

[Well...strange or not, they're impressions that Urianger has heard many times before. He offers a gentle correction:]

My purpose lieth in the interpretation and prevention of aforementioned doom. While assuaging the fears of the public is important, 'tis my priority to prepare them for what is to come.

[This has had, uh...mixed results. It's fine.]

Be that as it may...I do reference my poetic knowledge whenever it doth benefit the situation.

[He turns to Ithaqua, his smile returning.]

Didst thou enjoy it?

[He wasn't completely wrong, then. Just interpreting what's been said... translating strange, archaic language into something others can understand in some manner.

Does he care? Enough, because it's Urianger's job. But he doesn't quite care about how it affects others.]

Indeed. Perhaps people should pay you for your art instead of interpreting their prophecies, heheh.

[Urianger returns that laugh with a chuckle of his own.]

Hmmm. Mayhap, but I have little interest in monetizing it. 'Tis merely for mine enjoyment, and those whom I share it with.

[Ithaqua tilts his head, blinking up at him, and thinking. Then he places a hand on Urianger's arm.]

Share it with only me from now on, hm? [He's just being silly. He knows no one would given in to such a silly, selfish-sounding demand to monopolize anyone's talents.

He's simply expressing how much he likes such flowery words.]

[It's a request that catches him by surprise, with only a sound of disbelief escaping him for a moment until his mind catches up.]

Thou dost flatter me. [However...] I may compose verses for thine ears only, but pray understand I cannot restrict myself beyond that.

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