[A] [If they hadn’t been aboard a flying machine out in extradimensional space, Castor would be climbing the walls. Instead, she stalks around the observation lounge like a large and angry cat, all tense muscles and wary looks.
She’s tall and muscular, an imposing figure even in the best of moods but with her white hair free of it’s bonds and wild about her shoulders, she looks more than a little…feral.]
I don’t suppose you have any answers, hm?
[C] [Alright, this is getting to be less terrible. The air rushing by here reminds her so very much of the skies above Dravania, and for the first time since arriving, Castor finally looks to be at ease. When she finally speaks, her tone is wistful, and perhaps a little sad. ]
What a view! I can’t wait to travel overland...It’s not often I see a place I don’t recognize.
[E+F (and maybe I)] [ Now we’re cooking with gas. What is, after all, an Adventurer who does not adventure? With an appropriate work writ, it’s easy to requisition a chocobo and some supplies (-at least two steps too many in Castor’s own opinion, but jobs meant prestige meant gil meant freedom-), and she’s practiced enough at bird-back to be able to ponder over the map as the bird plods along.]
If I’m reading this right, the ruins we’ve been tasked to explore should be nearby. Shout if you see something neat!
[She blinks and looks up, as if realizing something.] Or vicious. Shout if you see something vicious.
Castor | FFXIV (A Warrior of Light)
[If they hadn’t been aboard a flying machine out in extradimensional space, Castor would be climbing the walls. Instead, she stalks around the observation lounge like a large and angry cat, all tense muscles and wary looks.
She’s tall and muscular, an imposing figure even in the best of moods but with her white hair free of it’s bonds and wild about her shoulders, she looks more than a little…feral.]
I don’t suppose you have any answers, hm?
[C]
[Alright, this is getting to be less terrible. The air rushing by here reminds her so very much of the skies above Dravania, and for the first time since arriving, Castor finally looks to be at ease. When she finally speaks, her tone is wistful, and perhaps a little sad. ]
What a view! I can’t wait to travel overland...It’s not often I see a place I don’t recognize.
[E+F (and maybe I)]
[ Now we’re cooking with gas. What is, after all, an Adventurer who does not adventure? With an appropriate work writ, it’s easy to requisition a chocobo and some supplies (-at least two steps too many in Castor’s own opinion, but jobs meant prestige meant gil meant freedom-), and she’s practiced enough at bird-back to be able to ponder over the map as the bird plods along.]
If I’m reading this right, the ruins we’ve been tasked to explore should be nearby. Shout if you see something neat!
[She blinks and looks up, as if realizing something.] Or vicious. Shout if you see something vicious.