By now, Elidibus has heard the extended version of the already long story. Of Fandaniel's role in bringing about the end of their world, as well as that of his avian familiars. So when he encounters the songbird asking for help, he is stricken by the desire to follow it at a safe distance, if only to confirm just what kind of song is being sung.
Dynamis... a topic Fandaniel spoke of from time to time, but one he'd rarely paid much heed to. The idea that emotions have power, an energy of their own, one that cannot interact with their aether, is both surprising and yet not at all surprising to him. It must have been dynamis, he thinks, doing a great deal of work that day on the First, where it seemed like the very sky was like to fall. On both sides -- how else could Rhea'li have survived it?
For a while, the bird stops on a branch, and Elidibus propels himself up a nearby tree to sit, just far enough away that he does not seem threatening, observing it. Its intentions seem pure enough... but then, the intentions of the familiars Hermes sent out seemed much the same. To answer a question entrusted to them, one that governed their very perceptions of the world. And though he knows this bird is of a different origin, he can't help but wonder if the same forces are at work in its song.
But it cannot sing properly without the notes, it seems, so he starts looking down from his vantage point for anything out of the ordinary. If approached, even unknowingly, he'll call out in greeting from up above.
"Are you looking for notes, as well? I am... interested to hear what sort of song this bird sings."
2) The Luna Mothling
To ring a bell that seems to be influenced heavily by magic, perhaps it's only fitting to use a bit of magic in turn. Focusing some aether into his index finger, Elidibus experimentally traces it along the line of bell flowers the way one would perform a piano crescendo, and the sound it creates is not dissimilar, he observes as various creatures emerge from their homes and start making their way towards toe heart of the grove.
All well and good for one stroke, but there are so many tiny bells to ring. There's got to be a more efficient way, surely? He stares thoughtfully at the flowers, wondering if he can simply magick up something to accomplish the task faster...
"A copy or two would suffice, but is it wise to expend that much energy for such a simple task...?"
3) Shinepuffs
It doesn't take a lot of walking for Elidibus to eventually have a tiny follower. Then another. Then several more, until many come tumbling out from every possible nook and cranny. A look of surprise flits across his face, but eventually he crouches down to their level to address them like he would a child. Or many children, he supposes.
"You like Otherworlders?" he asks them, straightening out a pile that has tripped over one another to try and get a glimpse. "'Twould seem there is a ceremony of some sort to be held at the heart of this grove. If you are headed that way as well, shall we go together?"
And that is how he ends up covered in fluffballs; some cling to the edge of his robes, while some sit upon his head or shoulders. Still others dangle upon the tassels that hang from the hood, and several more have made themselves comfortable in the hood itself.
It's all well and good... but he can't really move without worrying about stepping on one of them. An awkward laugh. "Ah... I fear this isn't really a feasible way to go..."
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Elidibus | Final Fantasy XIV | Current Player | will match format
By now, Elidibus has heard the extended version of the already long story. Of Fandaniel's role in bringing about the end of their world, as well as that of his avian familiars. So when he encounters the songbird asking for help, he is stricken by the desire to follow it at a safe distance, if only to confirm just what kind of song is being sung.
Dynamis... a topic Fandaniel spoke of from time to time, but one he'd rarely paid much heed to. The idea that emotions have power, an energy of their own, one that cannot interact with their aether, is both surprising and yet not at all surprising to him. It must have been dynamis, he thinks, doing a great deal of work that day on the First, where it seemed like the very sky was like to fall. On both sides -- how else could Rhea'li have survived it?
For a while, the bird stops on a branch, and Elidibus propels himself up a nearby tree to sit, just far enough away that he does not seem threatening, observing it. Its intentions seem pure enough... but then, the intentions of the familiars Hermes sent out seemed much the same. To answer a question entrusted to them, one that governed their very perceptions of the world. And though he knows this bird is of a different origin, he can't help but wonder if the same forces are at work in its song.
But it cannot sing properly without the notes, it seems, so he starts looking down from his vantage point for anything out of the ordinary. If approached, even unknowingly, he'll call out in greeting from up above.
"Are you looking for notes, as well? I am... interested to hear what sort of song this bird sings."
2) The Luna Mothling
To ring a bell that seems to be influenced heavily by magic, perhaps it's only fitting to use a bit of magic in turn. Focusing some aether into his index finger, Elidibus experimentally traces it along the line of bell flowers the way one would perform a piano crescendo, and the sound it creates is not dissimilar, he observes as various creatures emerge from their homes and start making their way towards toe heart of the grove.
All well and good for one stroke, but there are so many tiny bells to ring. There's got to be a more efficient way, surely? He stares thoughtfully at the flowers, wondering if he can simply magick up something to accomplish the task faster...
"A copy or two would suffice, but is it wise to expend that much energy for such a simple task...?"
3) Shinepuffs
It doesn't take a lot of walking for Elidibus to eventually have a tiny follower. Then another. Then several more, until many come tumbling out from every possible nook and cranny. A look of surprise flits across his face, but eventually he crouches down to their level to address them like he would a child. Or many children, he supposes.
"You like Otherworlders?" he asks them, straightening out a pile that has tripped over one another to try and get a glimpse. "'Twould seem there is a ceremony of some sort to be held at the heart of this grove. If you are headed that way as well, shall we go together?"
And that is how he ends up covered in fluffballs; some cling to the edge of his robes, while some sit upon his head or shoulders. Still others dangle upon the tassels that hang from the hood, and several more have made themselves comfortable in the hood itself.
It's all well and good... but he can't really move without worrying about stepping on one of them. An awkward laugh. "Ah... I fear this isn't really a feasible way to go..."
4) Wildcard
Available upon request, or throw me something and I'll roll with it!