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bittydragoonkittyIt was a little odd being back in the Lancer's guildhall after all this time. It was almost hard to remember what it was like the first time she'd come through these doors in search of training and a bit of advice on how to get started as an adventurer. Of course things had gone on from there, going to train with Alberic and then in turn being asked to train Huestienne.
Anniastae paused as the memory of the Elezen noble flitted through her mind. She hoped that she was doing well. Hopefully they'd find some way to help her before any of Ishgard's inquisitors...No. No. The miqo'te shook the thought from her head. She had to trust in everyone involved to keep that secret. She had to hope for the best. It's all she could do.
Time to focus on something else. She pulled the letter from her pouch; the whole reason she was here in the first place. This time it was Ywain, the head of the guild who had asked her back here. "Let's see...newcomer to the city...potential as a lancer...unique abilities..." She read a bit further and then sighed as she folded it up again. Becoming a big name in Eorzea was never her plan, and now there were people clamoring for her to train them. At least this was a request from someone who actually knew her. If this Jack had asked her himself she probably would have turned him down, but it sounded like it was Ywain's idea.
"Now...where are you?" She looked around the hall, watching the lancers for any telltale signs of a sproutling adventurer, her tail and ears flicking as she surveyed the scene.
Anniastae paused as the memory of the Elezen noble flitted through her mind. She hoped that she was doing well. Hopefully they'd find some way to help her before any of Ishgard's inquisitors...No. No. The miqo'te shook the thought from her head. She had to trust in everyone involved to keep that secret. She had to hope for the best. It's all she could do.
Time to focus on something else. She pulled the letter from her pouch; the whole reason she was here in the first place. This time it was Ywain, the head of the guild who had asked her back here. "Let's see...newcomer to the city...potential as a lancer...unique abilities..." She read a bit further and then sighed as she folded it up again. Becoming a big name in Eorzea was never her plan, and now there were people clamoring for her to train them. At least this was a request from someone who actually knew her. If this Jack had asked her himself she probably would have turned him down, but it sounded like it was Ywain's idea.
"Now...where are you?" She looked around the hall, watching the lancers for any telltale signs of a sproutling adventurer, her tail and ears flicking as she surveyed the scene.
