a drink at the quicksand

[feralwhm]

Miel hadn't been sure what to expect when Mother Miounne told her and Lavanda that they would be joining forces with some adventurers from Ul'dah. She had never trusted her back to complete strangers before and admittedly somewhere in the back of her mind she had more than a small degree of reservations. Yet from the sounds of what was going on in Satasha it seemed like it would be significantly tougher than any of the other quests she or the other civilians of Gridania had given them.

Yet once they had begun their journey into the former gathering grounds of the Sahagin, Miel quickly learned that her wariness had been for naught. The adventurer guild leaders really had known what they were doing when they brought them all together, for their strengths seemed to balance one another perfectly. Almost eerily so.

All the same they hadn't exactly had much time to get to know each other much beyond exchanging names. Momodi had asked them to remain here in the Quicksand, offering them all board in Hourglass Inn. After cleaning up she and Lavanda had thought to get themselves a meal and that's when her eyes fell upon Mykha sitting a lone at a table.

"Let's see if they want to dine together." She said, nodding in their direction.

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[heart_of_the_wood]

A long, tufted ear flicked, the only outward sign that Mykha had heard them over the Quicksand's crowds as they ran their claws down a page in the grimoire in front of them. The other hand balanced a quill to keep the ink from dripping before they made more notes in their journal. One of many things they'd realized they'd need to relearn upon crossing to Eorzean shores was magicks. The aether in these lands was wildly unpredictable; too thin in some places and pooling so heavily the air shimmered with it in others. What elemental magicks they knew back home did not help them here, and so they'd gone to the Arrzaneth Ossuary to simply learn and somehow ended up roped into the guildmaster's family troubles.

It could be worse, they supposed, but transcribing the notes on the various voidsent was taking more time than they expected, as Mykha discovered they needed to cross-reference other tomes of ancient peoples for better context. The current tome on the War of the Magi was already making them regret not simply spending the afternoon out in the wilds of the desert studying the local flora, which spoke volumes of the dread the tome instilled when they hated the desert air.

What Mykha would give for a trip to somewhere that the very air itself did not threaten to choke them for want of water. Dalmasca had been an ordeal of its own, they had not realized they'd be trading one desert for another. At least Momodi had been sympathetic and left a pitcher of chilled water for them, as Mykha had no desire to have another taste of the local ales.

With a soft sigh, they placed a marker in the tome and finished their last note in their journal before sprinkling setting powder on the wet ink. The rest could be saved for later, they'd had more than enough of the tales of misdeeds done for the sake of power for one afternoon. A meal would certainly improve their mood after their reading.

[benevehemence]

"Hm?" He looks over to Miel from where he had been absently staring across the tavern lost in thought. Before Miel had followed him to Eorzea, he had not really cared for planning ahead in terms of sleeping or eating - he rolled with whatever punches this strange land had given him. However, the arrival of his sister made him take in to account where they would be staying, what they would be eating, and how much it would cost.

Especially because his fascination with the local ale was not always cheap, and what he had Miel had as well.

"Would you like that?" He asks, though he knows Miel would not have suggested it if she hadn't been at least partially comfortable with the idea. Pushing away from the wall he had been leaning on, he weaves through the various patrons of the tavern towards Mykha.

Social niceties now, worrying about gil later.

"Mind if we join you?"

[feralwhm]

Miel nodded. Mykha had seemed kind and she was quite curious about them. She hadn't met many Viera after all.

"I think the guild leaders have more they want from us given that they specifically asked us to stay here so it wouldn't hurt, no?" She followed along side Lavanda as they made their way over to Mykha, sliding her long tail around her leg. More than once in this place someone had stepped on it.

"Hello Mykha!" She raised a hand in greeting, eyes crinkling.