DISPATCH FROM AMAUROT - SCRIBENS MENSE PRO FFXIV
0820 BELLS - DIE 4 - ASTRAL MOON 5:
SUBJECT:
Regarding Unease and Malaise (CW Death)
POLICY: Cotidiana Submission
Disquiet
The sounds of the city were a distant thing in his mind. He could hear them like a little overlay, played by an orchestrion that dwelled only in his thoughts. In reality there was a profound quiet over the field. A pre dawn dew clung to the blades of grass. In the skies above gentle clouds drifted by. He thought of his mother, his father, his little sister. She'd be getting up about now to head to school. His father preparing to head to work at the freight docks to load and unload trains. There would be the sound of the morning bells. The call of the rice peddler, the fish monger, the paper maker. The sound of the market really. It seemed so far away.
He could only wonder if those on the other side dreamt of their homes too. Of where they might be from. Were they far from home? Was it near? Did they not want to be there either, about to fight over some strange spit of grass and earth. A sigh left his chest, a hand reaching towards those clouds. As if he could pluck one down and hold it close. The dawns light glittering against the night and stars that it banished with each passing moment. He was sick to death of service and being far from home.
Service guarantees citizenship, and a better life.
"So far from my home."
"It is for Doma I mourn."
"The spring wind my sigh."
From the tree line, bright eyes watched him. Why was this fool up above his trench line? Why was he laying in the grass atop one of the structures that would be hidden otherwise? Did it truly matter why this idiot in Garlean livery was laying out in the open? What was he saying? Her head shook. He was but another soldier trespassing where he did not belong. His motives and actions mattered not. He would be banished from Golmore and Skatay. She couldn't let his strange actions cause her disquiet. Perhaps the return to the Aetherial Sea would let him ponder his choices. Her bow was drawn taught. That arm he reached to the sky with made finding his range that much easier.
The morning was pierced by a shrill whistle that ceased as suddenly as it began. The sky was the most beautiful shade of gold. He hoped his mother could see it as well. The arm trembled and then fell down to his side. A black feathered flower had grown from his chest. Silencing the disquiet in his mind.
Her bow was lowered. Those tall lapine ears twitched. She'd done her duty, and yet, had that man even wanted to be here? A disquieting thought that. One that plagued her, but she dare not speak. The Garleans had to be driven back, whether the rank and file wished to be there or not.
