Roads of Dust (Outside Jahara) Apr 21, 2012 23:54:06 GMT -5
Post by zeekayl on Apr 21, 2012 23:54:06 GMT -5
Desert, desert, desert, that's all the world was anymore. Ever since the Merge, Larsa had encountered more desert terrain than he thought possible. At least Jahara had water, even if it was still unbearably hot. Then again, his layered Archadian clothing didn't help matters much—perhaps the next time he went gallivanting about he would remember to use the local dress as an example for what his own attire should be.
Oh well. He was happy to just be out of Archades and exploring. He wondered if perhaps he'd run into his old friends while he was roaming the new cities and such—they always had a penchant for getting in trouble, didn't they? It didn't matter where they went, there was some sort of bad luck that hung over them like a cloud. Or maybe it was a cloud of good luck? Who knew, all he really cared about was knowing that they were safe.
Sliding from his chocobo, Larsa Ferrinas Solidor sighed softly, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand. Jahara wasn't too far off now, which was good. The upcoming meeting at Healen Lodge was fast approaching, and the young Emperor thought maybe sticking around in Jahara until the departure date would be a good idea. Besides, he liked the Garif, they were an interesting people and though they were at a disadvantage in current times, they were kind enough. Besides, he'd be more than willing to pay for a cot to sleep in for a few nights, and he could supply revenue for them by stocking up on potions.
One could never have too many potions.
Larsa tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, looking about. It seemed more barren here than before, perhaps they'd had a particularly rough dry season. Either way, the...how should he put it? Emptiness? Yes. That was good. The emptiness of the area was strangely refreshing compared to the crowded streets of Archades, and the sudden increase of people meant limited space everywhere. So...this was nice.
Tugging at his collar a bit, Larsa clicked his tongue at his chocobo to urge it to follow him, his hand gripping the reigns as they walked towards the gate. His footsteps were light but purposeful, and he waved to one of the hunter Garif guarding the entrance. He was sure that with the tension recently they'd had to increase their guard...
Maybe he should be careful...what if the Garif didn't want visitors at the moment...?