#Z'enath Vashyr

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IC Letter: To Z’enath

Dearest Z'enath, I pray you slept well. I am out upon my regular patrols once more and dare say it is nice to travel outside of the Mist. While I do not plan to leave nor wish to call my feelings restless, there is an emotion to embrace with travelling and seeing the land. Mayhaps staying up for most of my Turns has given me wanderlust. In funny twist of words the children at the Summerford Farms wish to also have gems put into their eyes when they did hear my words. They were none too impressed when I attempted to explain my intention of description and merely dismissed my words talking about how many stones they would stick into their eyes for rainbow colors. I think Nymeia in Her wisdom did open such a path of fate that opened my heart to yours. The offer from Oscare the previous day did make me think deeply and I am ever fortunate I paused to consider his offer. I would not have reflected upon such otherwise, nor heard Sir Iron's words of encouragement. And, perchance, it encouraged you as well. For not after I departed your home and your arms in the crowded hall of the Still Shore was Oscare there, apologizing and rescinding his request. I dare think it was on purpose and I am happy for that. The words you spoke the other day that you would be there struck me deeply and surely more so than you intended. I do not wish to be left behind nor follow fruitlessly. Though thinking of you and your words, I would gladly follow you to any end. That your path feels cloudy perturbs me. I wish to help you find this man that brought such division and untimely end to your father. Even if not for revenge, this monster is poison to take advantage of a child so, of others so, to mold them into tools of such perversion and pain. I doubt few are as strong as you to continue to not only survive but grow stronger and thrive after such treatment. Give thought to this; I will return to you as soon as I can. Fondly, Jancis

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Still Shore: Cooking

Time: Night Place: Kitchen

She smelled like fish and bile.

There was really no time to bathe, just wash up her arms and hands, and to pile up the nightgown in her room containing the mess. All she had managed to do is make him throw up on her and collapse.

Jancis had promised to make fish broth and bread. After the blunder just before, she was uncertain of herself. This could make matters worse, again; it could hurt L'aenoh and wasn't he in enough pain already?

Her speculation was incorrect, and Jancis instead of supplying the proper repairs that brought him suffering had only made it worse until the swordsman had collapsed from pain. She was not the Padjal, but she was sure at the very least he would have numbed and fell asleep and that was a horrible mistake. Whatever poison that had coursed through his veins was beyond her knowledge.

Jancis frowned as she cooked, setting up the fish bones to cook first before bread dough she put in the skillet next to it on the stove.

The one thing she had a true passion about, abolishing pain and suffering, and more than once she continued to not only fail but to compound it. Thoughts of another man, another miqo'te came to mind. Black hair that glinted red in the sunlight, eyes of garnets, an assuring smile drifted in her memory as much as his words, "I made a mistake before and it hurt a friend; I couldn't let that happen again. So I'll train." She couldn't give up either, but she needed to train more.

What could possibly be in those bottles... his flasks? She thought about what Chuch and Tausen might have in their possession. If she could find out what was inside, or at least how it affected the body, she could at least offer some words that rang true. If Jancis could also experience the poison, with her knowledge, it might prove beneficial.

As the food cooked, Jancis quickly went to her wardrobe and pulled out some of the supplies she picked up that day. Yes, she had a plan. She would find a way to help. And this time, it wouldn't risk causing pain.

Returning to L'aenoh's room, she left a platter on the table with a note. There were many things:

Clean bandages and jars of ointments

The pot of fish broth soup, with a few root vegetables and lime slices, closed up with empty mugs nearby. It was so hot surely by morning the soup would be luke warm even if both of them got up in late morning.

The skillet of bread, done on the stove-pot like biscuits. A couple jars were next to it with butter and honey inside.

A pocketbelt of gil, about a thousand, with a note that the Bismarck might be a good idea and to repay for the chocobo rental.

Carefully, there were three corked vials with a murky elixir. With a note explaining the contents, should the urges become too much, it was a concoction to induce sleep. The instructions were over-written with minute details: lay down while drinking, food content, etc etc... but at the end was a promise to stop by Ul'dah to purchase more should it prove effective.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Sir L'aenoh, Please forgive my mistake last night. I realize in such a transgression, with our strength in trust being tested, that I have made a grave error in such. I shall do my best to rectify it and do so from a safe distance to you. Pray not let all your fears consume you. Jancis ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On other doors down the hallway, Jancis left other notes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Master Chuchukepa, Pray inform me as soon as possible if you still have that bottle from where we found Sir L'aenoh. If you have taken it to the Ossuary, pray share with us what was found within. It is important to know less it inhibit Sir L'aenoh's recovery. Otherwise I would most like to see it myself. Be safe and recover well, Jancis ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tausen, I ask something of grave importance. Those two flasks have a poison in their contents and we must find out what it is. Pray next time I find you I could see what it is and, more importantly, find out what it does. I shall look for you. Be safe, Jancis ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Bulletin: Love & Cleaning

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((Something a tad silly and maybe a little powerful! Evoke the inner anime heroine!)) Jancis stood there at the threshold to the Mist cottage. The outside was humble, the grass raked and filled in where it had died save for one corner, and the walls were showing wear an tear. "I guess we are a couple of fools, then." A smile and a soft voice by her ear echoed in her mind. The door was unlocked and Jancis let herself in. "Z'enath?" her inquires went without answer, clearly the man was out for the day. "Am I foolish, Jancis?" The cottage was pretty much the same on the inside, old and worn. Abandoned for a couple years and lost its luster. It has been swept and it was clear where repairs had been made, but a proper washing of the house and furniture hadn't happened. Pursing her lips up in thought, she turned her gaze towards the northeast, towards Ul'dah imaging the desert and even on to the snowy wastes beyond. She saw what was gone to her, what she knew could exist. There was something else in addition to seeing a loving couple courting and other unions. She truly understood how valuable they were. Beyond any book she had read, any notes taken, any words spoken, she felt that undying connection through her bones and body, tinges on thoughts. Jancis clutched her robe at the top, grabbing at the necklace underneath and stood there. The house was tidied but it wasn't clean, the old dust and mildew still lingered. "I am considering you." Jancis began to drag the furniture outside into the yard, what little there was, cabinets and drawers and all. The upstairs now empty, Jancis stood in the middle of the room with her wand, focused and sharp. Though it was semi-training in a sense, Jancis did more than call upon the elements' aid, she practically commanded it. Water poured into the house, whipping across the walls like a frenzied spin cycle, its clear streams muddying. It flew around her feet and spun about the ceiling, dripping down like a cleansing storm. The water forced its way out, funneling to the grass outside with its dirt and grime. "How would you feel if I was gone?" Next, winds picked up, Jancis focusing much of her ambition on the task of drying out the now clean room. Her hair was a slave to the air's whimsy, whipping back and forth, to and fro, until the conjurer had exhausted herself with the session and sat down on the floor. "I have a proposal for you." Smiling to herself on the wooden floor, she felt better. At the very least, she could renew this home for Z'enath, a fresh start to a life he truly deserved and worked hard for. Then he could find what she had lost. Finishing up and locking the door. Jancis left the cottage for her Still Shore home.

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Bulletin: Masquerade!

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Jancis looked over the humorous mask as she undressed. So that is what a masquerade was like. It was crowded beyond capacity for the cottage, full of life and festivities, like a majestic multi-colored forest of the trees only seen in dreams. It was truly incredible. The crowd made a sea of noise, happy chatter, and the house was as warm and inviting as she had remembered; even if the nooks and crannies had been changed for the sake of guests. Over the waves of conversations, Jancis heard a familiar voice, the hacked up words and tone undeniable. Turning her head and looking through the crowd, she politely as possible tried to make her way towards where it came from, only to find herself dragged away in the current of people the wrong direction. Still, usually the flow made her run into familiar faces. She had been a behemoth and skipped about the sidewalk as a mighty stead to the Meligobo. She had recited a poem that Lady Reinette did encourage her to share. A mysterious enchanter lord was there with dark pet coeurl. The ocean visited, claiming to be a gallizionaire (whatever that may be) before running himself into the actual ocean. The horse bird and partner horse lady. The other behemoth, which looked far more exquisite. The skirted Flame with brilliant and long blonde hair. Not to mention the men in fancy suits and masks tried to drown her further in compliments. So many costumes; how strange it was that the masks let people feel more free and unveiled. But now she sat in her room, full from the dinner where many friends sat and gabbed on about the night. Now a comforting sound of snoring came from the other side of the partition in the room.  Sword had said she did not deserve to wear a mask; she was better without. He didn't know how much those words struck at her; how she had been told them once before. It was a loving and endearing comment. Jancis was truly not alone and it was heartening. She thought about her fortune, vast as it was, and how there was one who did not have the same. Sir Vashyr, out on his own trek, completing whatever he vowed himself to do Turns ago. He deserved better than to be alone.

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Event: Starlight Ball

The big event for the holidays! I guess.

All-in-all, for Jancis it was bittersweet. The night was okay, the people were pleasant, the events beforehand and the lack of direction during left Jancis feeling mostly lost and wandering around not knowing what to do.

A social event only a couple people wanted to talk about Thaliak and there was no forum or area to really have people directed into. Which left Jancis to mingle and she did with some success.

Before the Ball, moons earlier, she was asked by Oscare if he could escort her there in the fog of other drama. Delaying her answer to him to give it appropriate thought, the very next day he came up, said she looked nice, took back his request, and ran off. The overall impression on her was chaotic and confusing settled into a painful form of rejection; she came to the conclusion that he was forced to ask her by another, possibly Berry.

Between then, Jancis’ love interest heard of the offer from Oscare and was mortified. Z’enath, reading a piece of paper from his pocket over and over, and confessing that he waited too long to ask her himself. Bringing her to his house and dancing for awhile, he ends up asking her to the Ball and kissing her. Though, he ends up vanishing a moon before the Ball is suppose to happen which ends up really tearing into Jancis’ happiness.

Later on, Oscare returned shortly before the Ball and asked again, this time offering her a feathered hair clip he had made from a rare blue bird he hunted; L’aenoh came up and chased the highlander away claiming he already asked Jancis to go. L’aenoh did end up offering, being honest and admitting he’d like to ask Edda as well to make sure the lady didn't go on her own. Though grateful, by that time Jancis was burnt out and suggested he ask Edda instead; she had already signed up to work the Ball instead of attending it for the pain of rejection.

At the Ball, she ends up meeting with some friends. Talking to Cici, Aaron, getting avoided by Oscare despite two offers to dance, and many others. Highest part of the night is dancing with a more admirable man Sir Evans, after encouraging him to spend time with Lady Siha the woman he worked so hard for that night.

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Event - The Lover’s Warden

Jancis partook shortly (and belatedly) in the Seeker/Keeper Event for then love, Z’enath. At the time for most of it I was distracted with some heavy RL stuff, but for what little she could be there for it was a nice time. As the only hyur in a miqo’te event, she went there to learn more of their culture because she was utterly devoted and in love with a hyur-raised miqo’te who was curious of his own past.

In a nasty twist of fate it was the last time she saw Z’enath who vanished during the event, but there she got to meet lovely people like the Matron Kiht, Lady Siha, and many others.

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