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[Open] A Woman At Work

WHO: Lark, Open
WHERE: Ul'Dah - Weaver's Guild and Markets
WHAT: Working as a weaver, looking for escort into the wilds
WHEN: During Eorzea event.
WARNINGS: None
NOTES: Unless otherwise noted, Lark will be wearing This

I - A Good Loom Does All | Ul'Dah Weaver's Guild | [Open]

The words were there on the paper, and Lark could not resist. Where there was a guild, there were people selling tools to the guild. Every morning she rose quickly and dressed herself. And then it was off into Ul'Dah.

The guild had everything she needed. It took little effort at all to prove herself suited to the crafting, and to be given the tools for starting the trade. The woman could not have been happier.

Which was why she was there now, sitting in one of the front rooms of the guild house, humming to herself as she took an afternoon break in her weaving to sip at her tea and enjoy a light lunch. Though when she looked up and saw one of her He Row compatriots, she looked very shocked.

"Good day," she said. "Have you come to learn? They are quite lovely here at teaching."

II - Market Day | Ul'Dah Markets | [Open]

Truly this was a lovely city, unlike anything she had known before. Yes, she had known many cities back home, but never one in a place like this. And never so loud of one. But, well, it made her feel a bit like home. More than Temba, more than the illusion created by young William, this felt like home. Perhaps it wasn't the blessed wonder of the Circle, but it was familiar.

Perhaps that was why Lark had adapted so quickly. To the clothing she had found herself in, to the working with the guild, and of course, to this. The bustling of the market. Lark moved happily through it, smiling to everyone she met, talking with merchants and discussing sales of the cloth she carried with her and purchasing of other supplies she would later take back to the ship.

Mostly, though, she looked happy as she tucked a stray hair back under the edge of her cap and she stopped by a vendor selling little cakes of dye.

"Oh what vivid colors!"

III - Questing Along | Ul'Dah Outskirts | [Open]
Raw materials were, at the end of the day, what any weaver or spinner needed. And those materials, Lark had been told, were in some cases to be found out in the wilds. There were plants that needed harvested, creatures that needed defeated, and things to be gathered. Only one problem.

Lark stood just outside of the gates, sighing to herself. Her basket at her side was what she was supposed to fill, and she wasn't certain how to go about it. It wasn't like her magic was suitable to combat, unlike that of some of the children, or perhaps Niko. No, this wasn't something Lark could do herself.

"Which leaves the question as to what I should do..."

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"I shall look forward to this. And while I do not believe it is specifically sheep, yes, that is how I am given to understand it."

Given there are chocobos instead of horses here, among other things, she wouldn't be surprised if it was more complicated than that.

"Perhaps we shall discover our answer to that together, if you would be glad to join me then."

The woman nodded. It seemed there was a lot to discover here either way. She didn't think it necessary to write out her next response as she simply gestured. They wouldn't find anything out standing here, and they didn't want to waste time.

Who knew what lurked once things got dark?

The gesture was more than enough. Lark started along the path, following the little map she had.

"It is intriguing to me, that this world is filled with creatures that might attack people on sight. This is not normal in my home. What of yours?"

To be honest, even Celty had never really heard of such a thing. She had very little experience with wildlife, although she had a feeling that even in the olden days that she couldn't remember well enough for details, creatures had likely steered clear of her due to her nature.

𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛, 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝑀𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.

"Indeed," she agrees with a sigh. "I fear that my magic is not the most combat useful either. So it's a question as to what I'm supposed to do."

Perhaps if they had proper power of this world she could do something. As it was, her powers were more useful against people.

Hopefully Lark wouldn't be concerned when she noticed Celty herself didn't seem to be carrying any weapons. She wouldn't have known how to use them anyway. That hardly meant she was unarmed.

𝐼 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

No, she wasn't worried at all. Perhaps numbers alone would protect them. And Lark had seen many here on Eorzea that seemed to create things to wrap their hands so they could fight with them.

"For this I thank you. I have brought some bandages and these 'healing potions' with me as well, for safety."

It was a hope that while she may have felt similarly on, she felt better to be prepared. Expecting trouble seemed about the best she could do for the moment.

Celty nodded. At least Lark had useful things. She'd rather hope the woman wouldn't have to make use of them at all. How far out would they have to go?

Yes, Lark hoped not to use them either because she wanted to keep these potions for someone to look over later. Surely if they could make more of this, it would help them be healthier back home.

"I believe it is this way," he says, gesturing down another well beaten and traversed path.

With no real say in whether Lark may be mistaken or not, Celty could only trust that the woman knew where whatever she was looking for would be. Which was still more than Celty herself knew.

The way did look more used, so she took that as a good sign. She had to wonder why they had to go after what she was assuming to be wild creatures for the material Lark was seeking. Did people not farm and raise animals to that purpose here? Such a strange place.

Of course people farmed. It was just... Well, Lark was clearly misunderstanding some of her orders. Yes, she'd been told she needed 'Snurbe Tufts' from creatures called Golden Fleece, but those would not only be well beyond their travel distance, but likely beyond their skill. Still, there were other things on the list.

"Oh, if you notice any bats around, large ones I'm told, I need to capture some as well. Apparently they have been menacing people and require their fangs. Ah the things we do for our crafts and our magic."

Bats... This was turning into a very unusual venture. Well, Celty supposed it was doable. Her shadows could contain them granted they came upon any. She nodded.

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡? she felt she should ask, penning out the question and holding it out to Lark.

"I was told I would 'know Sunbats when I see them'," she said, which probably meant large. Which was not pleasing. "The good news is that bats are hardly aggressive."

Which is true in her own world. And not true here. THey were going to have a bit of trouble.

That...did not sound very helpful nor promising at all. Her shoulders rose slightly in a cringe before relaxing at the assurance that they were hardly aggressive. Or at least from Lark's experience, but Celty didn't know any better to disagree.

Either way, I guess we'll see... she thought. Surely they couldn't be that big.

Lark didn't know they weren't friendly here either. But she happily kept them going. Until a shadow darted over their heads. One of the Sunbats.

Which actually seemed to be almost as large as her head.

"Oh dear."

Celty jerked her own 'head' up at that. At first she wasn't sure what she was looking at. Something big that could fly. That was troubling enough. Although perhaps not that bad considering she could have imagined much worse. Human-sized bats. That would be terrifying.

It did not seem like an appropriate time to be writing anything so she had to settle for gestures instead, pointing at the thing as she glanced at Lark. Is that..?

Human sized bats would be TRULY horrible. Lark had no problems with animals, but a bat the size of a person might scare even her.

"I think it is," she said, expecting she was reading the gesture right. Oh dear.

She pulled a spindle of heavy thread from her pouch and started to unspool it. "Try and distract it. I will see if I can bind it."

She had no clue what Celty might be able to do, so she had to figure out how to catch the thing.

Distract... Celty looked curiously at Lark, wondering what she meant to do- bind? She could probably handle that all, but at least Lark's materials would last longer- or at least raise less questions.

Still, catching was something Celty knew she could do. Either way, they'd have to get it close, and she wasn't sure if the thing was dangerous beyond just being as big as it was, and she wasn't going to endanger Lark trying to find out. Moving outwards a little to keep some distance between them, the dullahan picked up a rock, watching the bat before she hurled it at the creature.

Well, she hadn't expected 'throw a rock at it' but why not? If it works, she won't judge. Instead, as the bat weaves away from the thrown rock and starts moving for the dullahan, Lark gathers her threads and flings them through the air, even as she charged it with her magic. The threads wove themselves into a net, which draped itself over the bat.

Or, well, would have had it not dodged that too.

"Oh drat."

Celty did not normally go around starting fights. She ended up caught up in them because of jobs gone wrong. The rock at least served to catch the bat's attention. There's something considerably frightening about a creature that big coming for you. Its veering off course did not quite help as it looped around towards her again, and Celty cast a brief look at the falling net before she threw out her hand towards the incoming bat.

Shadows swirled and snaked towards and around the creature, but unlike the threads Lark had thrown, these continued to move after the bat as it tried to flit aside. Celty closed her hand around the shadows and gave it a yank to the ground as they trapped the bat.

Oh, that's... interesting. The bat fell to the ground, captured. And Lark looked at the other woman, impressed.

"I thank you. I shall have to practice my throw. Hold it a moment. I will take only one fang. I do not wish to render it unable to feed itself fully."

That would be cruel.

It seemed a little cruel to be removing teeth from the creature at all. Still, Celty gave Lark a nod. It wasn't difficult to keep hold of the bat, at least.

Yes, it was. But it was better to take one for the request than to, you know, kill the things and THEN take the teeth.

"I cannot fathom why people would need such things," she says with a sigh as she moves to the bat. To keep it from biting her she has to sadly stuff some of her thread in its mouth to hold it open. "Poor thing. I feel..."

Can she even do this?

"What if we just said we didn't run into any?"

Celty looked at Lark, feeling a little of the tension she hadn't realized she'd been holding in her shoulders suddenly ease. She slipped out her paper to jot her words down.

𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙.

"Alright then. Back away. I'm going to release the thread in the mouth. And then we should... We should run."

Oh this poor thing. Lark just had to release it. Not that she had another way to come up with how to get the fangs, but it doesn't matter.

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