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[wanderinglost]

[WELCOME TO THE AZIM STEPPE. perhaps you're there from a different instance timeline, or perhaps not. either way, there's a warrior of light xaela here who is sitting on the edge of the Dawn Throne, legs dangling off the cliff as she looks down over the Dotharl land. She's pretty conflicted! she also is dressed like a weirdo, and barefoot. And there's a rapier at her side, embedded in the ground so she can draw it quickly without it getting in the way while she sits.]

What a right pain this all is... They'll have the next me's head for this.

[Or maybe you're elsewhere! Ibakha the Wanderer can end up anywhere, so go nuts if you have somewhere else you'd rather she be.]

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[thaumewturge]

[Because I haven't reached the Steppe yet...

Have you ever seen a tiny Miqo'te, barely taller than say Alphinaud, cowing a big tall Au Ra male in the middle of the road? No? Well you have now.]

--and I don't care if you are mid-spell, if the healers tell you to get out of the way get out of the Twelvesdamned way! I didn't make this long by not listening to my healers.

[unshelltered]

[welcome, wanderer, to ... well, to a podunk village that is most easily called "run down" and "out of the way". actually, it's so far out of the way, it's practically the middle of nowhere. the handful of buildings that make up the village are scattered around a half dozen docks, running out into the dark sea. everything is wooden, old, and scarred by sea water, storm, and time. the people are bent backed and ragged, and tend to mind their own damn business. "tend to" - there's a few who stop and stare at anyone new or different.

even though that sign on the largest pier reads FERRY, and the newest (still old) galley ship is harbored and waiting paying customers to take across the open water, there don't appear to be many visitors.

but there is a girl who is very out of place. sitting in an old wheelbarrow, in a tea party length dress in pastel pink lace, with a charm bracelet on each wrist, sits she.

she is also barefoot, and wrinkling her nose at the mud, and I'm tired of writing so stealing your verbal response to hook on]

The next you? Is that so... ? How intriguing. I didn't know anyone could be more than themselves.

[khansolo]

[Someone else is also peering down over the Dotharl lands, but from much higher up - on top of the building itself, rather than the ground. But his look wasn't a thoughtful one. Beneath the mask of his headdress, his lips curled in disgust. He could hear the girl muttering to herself below, and her words alone marked her as a Dotharl. A Dotharl, walking among Oronir? No wonder she was contemplating being in trouble.

Still, Alaqa was in a piss poor mood. He hadn't particularly wanted to come back to the Steppe after leaving a couple of years ago, but here he was, dragged back on someone else's quest like a cart full of dung sacks on their way to Reunion. If he were in a better mood, he wouldn't have leapt from the top of the building, wouldn't have landed in the shadows near the girl, and wouldn't have attempted to prod a sleeping aurochs.

Too bad Lionnet wasn't there to rein him in.]

For becoming bedfellows enough with the Oronir to not be killed on sight? I should say so.