[ Cehd'ra is not sitting politely in the carriage. He's crouching up on his seat with his tail curled around his ankles, slim phone in one hand as he hunches over it, pecking at the screen with one finger. Yet his frown only deepens and his ears only sink before, eventually, he lets his hand drop and the phone along with it.
On the floor before him is a rotund little creature, covered in black fur and sporting a single, massive eye.
Naturally, it's staring at him.
Cehd'ra's tail twitches. He deliberately looks away from the creature to his cabinmates. ]
Y'want a drink? 'Think there's something in one'f these bins...
[ Instead of waiting for an answer the miqo'te begins a search, before long finding a sliding door hiding a set of tiny bottles. He'd heard them clinking. Two are plucked up with little care as to what sort of liquor they contain, first choice being offered to his fellow new arrival.
The one-eyed creature does not have an expression that can be changed, but one could swear it's now staring harder. ]
Trial and Icy Errors
[ A night's rest and...Cehd'ra feels about as put out as he did at the start and now he's dealing with a little hangover to boot. But he is going to try.
He's bundled up against the cold and packing together a ball of snow, looking about the grounds. Struggling to keep up his familiar is having to hop from one of Cehd'ra's footprints to the next, the Foper's tiny legs and feet not exactly suited for snow of any meaningful depth. ]
Mph...
[ He's gone over every combination of mudra he can think of, hands forming the sharp gestures in rapid succession, but getting nothing out of it. Not even a rabbit medium to shame him for botching them. He looks over his shoulder and down. ]
You're meant t'help me with this, are y'not?
[ The familiar says nothing, craning their eye up at Cehd'ra. After a beat it tilts to one side, wavering on one leg before correcting themselves with another hop. ]
Can y'even talk?
[ Again, silence. The familiar instead puffs themselves up and slowly deflates, the exaggerated breaths falling into a pace Cehd'ra is surprised to find he recognizes. ]
Meditate. Right.
[ One deep inhale, slow, held for a single heartbeat and then released, a cloud of white billowing from Cehd'ra's lips. It takes time and even then, Cehd'ra doesn't really feel anything happening. A sense of calm settles into his chest and limbs as it's meant to, the miqo'te deliberately brushing aside each distracting thought that pops into his head, but he doesn't notice when they begin to travel further than that. Stray thoughts drift towards the minds of nearby trainees, fragmented and foreign. A city bathed in neon light or a white rabbit wearing a blue cloak and pointed hat...?
It could prove distracting. Or one might notice Cehd'ra simply standing there with his eyes closed and decide he's making for an easy target. ]
The Darkness in the White Cliffs
[ What sort of gift does one get for a cliff? It doesn't eat so food wouldn't do, nor would clothes or tools. The latter may even be insulting, not that Cehd'ra has the money for it to begin with. But he could just imagine the offense a stony cliff face would take at being presented with a chisel or hammer... ]
Here, d'you think this'd work?
[ Cehd'ra nudges a nearby new arrival with his elbow, presenting them with an abandoned yet sturdy bird's nest. ]
'Was thinking the Cliff Beast might appreciate the song if some birds use it come spring.
Cehd'ra oen Rowe - Final Fantasy XIV - Prismatica CRAU
[ Cehd'ra is not sitting politely in the carriage. He's crouching up on his seat with his tail curled around his ankles, slim phone in one hand as he hunches over it, pecking at the screen with one finger. Yet his frown only deepens and his ears only sink before, eventually, he lets his hand drop and the phone along with it.
On the floor before him is a rotund little creature, covered in black fur and sporting a single, massive eye.
Naturally, it's staring at him.
Cehd'ra's tail twitches. He deliberately looks away from the creature to his cabinmates. ]
Y'want a drink? 'Think there's something in one'f these bins...
[ Instead of waiting for an answer the miqo'te begins a search, before long finding a sliding door hiding a set of tiny bottles. He'd heard them clinking. Two are plucked up with little care as to what sort of liquor they contain, first choice being offered to his fellow new arrival.
The one-eyed creature does not have an expression that can be changed, but one could swear it's now staring harder. ]
Trial and Icy Errors
[ A night's rest and...Cehd'ra feels about as put out as he did at the start and now he's dealing with a little hangover to boot. But he is going to try.
He's bundled up against the cold and packing together a ball of snow, looking about the grounds. Struggling to keep up his familiar is having to hop from one of Cehd'ra's footprints to the next, the Foper's tiny legs and feet not exactly suited for snow of any meaningful depth. ]
Mph...
[ He's gone over every combination of mudra he can think of, hands forming the sharp gestures in rapid succession, but getting nothing out of it. Not even a rabbit medium to shame him for botching them. He looks over his shoulder and down. ]
You're meant t'help me with this, are y'not?
[ The familiar says nothing, craning their eye up at Cehd'ra. After a beat it tilts to one side, wavering on one leg before correcting themselves with another hop. ]
Can y'even talk?
[ Again, silence. The familiar instead puffs themselves up and slowly deflates, the exaggerated breaths falling into a pace Cehd'ra is surprised to find he recognizes. ]
Meditate. Right.
[ One deep inhale, slow, held for a single heartbeat and then released, a cloud of white billowing from Cehd'ra's lips. It takes time and even then, Cehd'ra doesn't really feel anything happening. A sense of calm settles into his chest and limbs as it's meant to, the miqo'te deliberately brushing aside each distracting thought that pops into his head, but he doesn't notice when they begin to travel further than that. Stray thoughts drift towards the minds of nearby trainees, fragmented and foreign. A city bathed in neon light or a white rabbit wearing a blue cloak and pointed hat...?
It could prove distracting. Or one might notice Cehd'ra simply standing there with his eyes closed and decide he's making for an easy target. ]
The Darkness in the White Cliffs
[ What sort of gift does one get for a cliff? It doesn't eat so food wouldn't do, nor would clothes or tools. The latter may even be insulting, not that Cehd'ra has the money for it to begin with. But he could just imagine the offense a stony cliff face would take at being presented with a chisel or hammer... ]
Here, d'you think this'd work?
[ Cehd'ra nudges a nearby new arrival with his elbow, presenting them with an abandoned yet sturdy bird's nest. ]
'Was thinking the Cliff Beast might appreciate the song if some birds use it come spring.
[ ...he's probably over thought it... ]
What'f you? Did you find something t'give?