#more gridanian commentary i guess

[pulse-oflife]

Prompt #9 // Fair

The river was quiet today with only a few people nearby who were either washing clothes or enjoying the water. Kaitan had kicked his shoes off and was sitting on a partially submerged rock, dipping his toes in the cool running water. He was wearing a rather broad brimmed straw hat, something his mother had told him to wear to varying degrees of success when he was younger. He wore it now in the same spirit as she had intended - keeping his ears from getting burnt in the Thanalan sun. As a child, he hadn't much appreciated the nigh constant reminders of how sensitive to burning he was, while his younger siblings had usually escaped such treatment. 

Although his father had also required such reminders, if Kaitan remembered correctly. Probably something to do with the Duskwight heritage. Not that anyone had ever really sat down and explained all of this to any of the children. It had taken living in Gridania and being a member of the Foreign Levy to really teach Kaitan the real and perceived differences between Duskwights and Wildwood Elezen. Though he hadn't done any travel to where other Elezen were the predominant race, he was fairly sure that it only really mattered in Gridania, but it mattered so much to certain people, including those in positions of power. 

But that was in his past now, and he was sitting on the bank of a river. He didn't have to worry about what Gridanians thought of him, or his family. They'd left him for dead at Carteneau. It had been a chirurgeon from Ul'dah who had noticed that he was still breathing, though it had been a near thing. He had spent years recovering from the injuries both mental and physical but now here he was. Ready to go back out into the world.