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Timestamp: Zi'da 41st
"At the north, a gem raw, in a sea of sapphire, to be claimed."
Qit'ria remembered that phrase, uttered from the Curse Eater's lips. Qit'ria despised riddles, and had very little patience for them. She sat there on a stack of crates, her cloak tight about her, watching the thick fluffy bits of snow fall all around her. It was serene, picturesque, relaxing. She watched as merchants, dock workers, and sailors bustled up and down, getting to work in this early morning. The sun had risen a break ago, and with it, the woman had risen too. She hated having to be in this city, but these raw, painful curse marks on her chest needed to go. So she had to suck it up.
Mulling over this part of the riddle, she knew she was here in Almund because it was the 'at north'. She didn't know any area further north. But a gem raw? What did that mean? There were no mines, no mountains, no ground in which gems could be found. So it must be something... else.
Frustrated, hungry, Qit hopped off the crates, annoyed, stomped into town. She didn't have time to go hunting, not when removing this curse was most important.
"Obviously you need help. You're not good at this darling."
Qit looked down at the ghostly panther, annoyed at how right she was. She spoke to it, despite the fact that no one else could see or hear it, in her native tongue, "I don't know anyone here. We're alone in this."
The feline mozied up to a stall where an old woman was cooking fried fish. Kashehino sniffed at the fish, "I miss eating." Qit took in the scent of the fish, and her stomach grumbled loudly. Ever since she'd been on the chase for this curse removal, she'd barely eaten. She walked up to the stall, was greeted by the woman. Qit'ria was handed a paper cone of spicy, breaded, dripping of oil fish, and she gave coins in turn.
Plucking a piece of the golden fish, Qit took a large bite. The juices streamed down her chin, and she groaned at the heaven in her mouth. It was so good. Flaky, juicy, spicy, crunchy. Her panther sniffed at it, "Mmm... wonderful. We should visit Faith after we finish here. She cooks really well." Qit nodded, not realizing that the ghost panther hadn't ever actually met Faith.
Aloud, walking through the snowy streets, "Gem raw... in sea of sapphire..." She muttered it over and over, paying no mind to the passersby. Kashehino had fun darting between people, bounding around their legs playfully. Occasionally she miscalculated and dove through someone. But it mattered not, it seemed she was a ghost or spirit of some type, and no one even felt a thing. Qit chuckled a bit at the playful creature.
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Kashehino Text
Timestamp: Zi'da 41st
"At the north, a gem raw, in a sea of sapphire, to be claimed."
Qit'ria remembered that phrase, uttered from the Curse Eater's lips. Qit'ria despised riddles, and had very little patience for them. She sat there on a stack of crates, her cloak tight about her, watching the thick fluffy bits of snow fall all around her. It was serene, picturesque, relaxing. She watched as merchants, dock workers, and sailors bustled up and down, getting to work in this early morning. The sun had risen a break ago, and with it, the woman had risen too. She hated having to be in this city, but these raw, painful curse marks on her chest needed to go. So she had to suck it up.
Mulling over this part of the riddle, she knew she was here in Almund because it was the 'at north'. She didn't know any area further north. But a gem raw? What did that mean? There were no mines, no mountains, no ground in which gems could be found. So it must be something... else.
Frustrated, hungry, Qit hopped off the crates, annoyed, stomped into town. She didn't have time to go hunting, not when removing this curse was most important.
"Obviously you need help. You're not good at this darling."
Qit looked down at the ghostly panther, annoyed at how right she was. She spoke to it, despite the fact that no one else could see or hear it, in her native tongue, "I don't know anyone here. We're alone in this."
The feline mozied up to a stall where an old woman was cooking fried fish. Kashehino sniffed at the fish, "I miss eating." Qit took in the scent of the fish, and her stomach grumbled loudly. Ever since she'd been on the chase for this curse removal, she'd barely eaten. She walked up to the stall, was greeted by the woman. Qit'ria was handed a paper cone of spicy, breaded, dripping of oil fish, and she gave coins in turn.
Plucking a piece of the golden fish, Qit took a large bite. The juices streamed down her chin, and she groaned at the heaven in her mouth. It was so good. Flaky, juicy, spicy, crunchy. Her panther sniffed at it, "Mmm... wonderful. We should visit Faith after we finish here. She cooks really well." Qit nodded, not realizing that the ghost panther hadn't ever actually met Faith.
Aloud, walking through the snowy streets, "Gem raw... in sea of sapphire..." She muttered it over and over, paying no mind to the passersby. Kashehino had fun darting between people, bounding around their legs playfully. Occasionally she miscalculated and dove through someone. But it mattered not, it seemed she was a ghost or spirit of some type, and no one even felt a thing. Qit chuckled a bit at the playful creature.