The fifth sun of the first umbral moon, year of the Scholar, the sixth astral age.
W'xeii woke slowly with an almost irritated look donning her soft features. A look that didn't fit, but was all the same there, along with the scar and a smudge of soot that had haphazardly found its way to her left cheek. Hair in disarray, she clumped it together to pile it into a messy bun atop the crown of her head while squinting hues sought the details of her surroundings. Whatever keen observation skills she had learned through training under the Smiths felt useless in the Shroud, as the beasts kept their distance from her camp so long as she had sight of the main road. That didn't put her at complete ease, but it was as much reassurance as was expected when facing personal exile.
In that time, she thought of her father.
Perhaps he missed her. There wasn't any doubt that her expedition into the subterranean catacombs was a failure, but so long as she lived and breathed, she owed him solace. Had news reached him of her survival or was he left to wonder? As the youngest, she was both the perpetual baby of the family and the most closely monitored for success. She had seen her siblings fail and succeed in their endeavors; she learned their methods through observation. The trial and error had been done before she was allowed to stray from the tribe's comfortable borders - yet Xeii had made efforts to expand from the known lifestyles of her siblings and kin to aid the greater continent of Eorzea.
No... That wasn't true.
In actuality, she had ventured forth with personal glory in mind. Fuck the good and the noble and the just. She was an adventurer seeking renown and the favor of those around her, and in her infinite inexperience and hubris, she had fallen victim to the whims of the gods both old and new. Azeyma saw fit to allow her to live, but only so she might know this shame she harbored while left to the solitude of the trees. Light through the outstretched arms of the old oaks flooded her campsite as golden pillars, with one encroaching on her huddled position near the dying campfire. It all smelled of smoldering cedar and midday foliage, the wafting of the forest floor a menagerie of earthy scents that invaded her senses. A bit overwhelming at first, now she couldn't imagine an existence deprived of the lushness of the forest.
A child of the sands most at home in the forests she adopted. It made no sense. In thought, Xeii frowned and shifted to stand, her boots digging lightly into the spongy soil. Considering her options meant accepting she needed to move on from the humble camp she currently resided in, and for the most part, she was beginning to warm to the idea. At least, in the privacy of her thoughts, she was. Whether she would continue her ostracized lifestyle in the Shroud would be determined by how she fared with the addition of company.
During her quiet episode of personal reflection, W'xeii had noted the sounds of traversing steps. They weren't careful steps, after all. They were simply steps, and in their soft padding, they grew louder over the course of a moment or two. By the time the individual was visible through the bramble and fern, Xeii had readied her bow so that the person would be met with an informal assurance of hostility should their motives be anything unacceptable to the Miqo'te. Only her brow betrayed her feelings as her honey eyes locked on those of the passing male, twitching to furrow as her mask of impartial stoicism remained.
"...W'khan." It was direct, this acknowledgement, but her vocals quivered slightly. It was like seeing a ghost and were this even a day or two earlier, she would have blanched in her confusion. Now though, half awake and agitated by the heat and the myriad of self-deprecating thoughts she had considered commonplace as of late, Xeii felt there was only fact or fiction to address. Were he an illusion, he would dissipate before a full conversation came to pass. Despite this consideration, she knew better. A trial put forth by Azeyma to test her patience. As though things weren't bad enough...
Lowering her bow, W'xeii turned from W'khan's sudden appearance and tucked the arrow back into its quiver. "What a surprise."
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