#▷ « ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ » ic; ulsehtsae.

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@holyxvi​ ​   ►   starter

           If there was anything Ul’seht could tell without needing to see, it was when his son was nearby. He was at home, busy cooking himself a meal of steak and mashed popotos with some green beans when his ears, catching the familiar footfalls of the elezen, twitch with excitement. Turning his heat down low, the miqo’te rushes to the door, slips on his shoes, and runs outside where, at the end of his pathway there stood the- well, man- but child to him; Matthias. His tail curls in delight and lips part into a toothy grin.

            “I didn’t know you were coming over!” He calls out in a gentle voice. “Come inside! I’m about to finish making dinner; are you hungry?”

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@eventide​ ​​   ►   sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

           “You’re awake! Thank the gods.” Comes a quiet voice. The miqo’te had seen her collapsed in the middle of the road on his way to collect a few sprigs of sage for a few strength enhancing potions and was quite worried! So he hoisted her into the cart trailing behind his dear chocobo, Milos, and carried her to Camp Bronze Lake where he urged those around to give him a place to work. A talented healer from youth, Ul’seht worked diligently to ensure she was alright and, much to his relief, it seemed like she had just passed out from exhaustion.

           “You no doubt have questions of where you are and who I am, and I will answer those in time. For now, however; you are dehydrated and likely famished so I have taken the liberty of making you some soup... here,” He, gently helping her up into a sitting position from the bed then hands her a mug of water. “Drink.”

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Fᴇᴀʀ Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ: 1978 Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs     ►   accepting

@aflatussolace​ said: “People usually kill for a reason, and sometimes that reason is justified. Sometimes killing isn’t murder.” ( from sair'a to dealer's choice, if it's okay!! )

           “If it’s in self defense, then certainly it isn’t murder.” The keeper frowns, ears laying flat against the hairs on his head as his skin prickled with unease. He did not know this person and the way their conversation was going- he didn’t want to know. Having already had his brush with death and left feeling hallow and empty and wrong, the last thing he wanted was trouble... or to find himself in the same situation. Matthias would not be able to bring him back a second time.

           “Murder usually entails a kill on purpose and for no reason... or a reason unjustified. Are you trying to justify something you have done in your past, sir? Or perhaps you’re trying to convince an absolute stranger that you are not to be burned for your sins?” He shakes his head, offering no time to respond as he continues. “Whatever your reasoning may be, I must return home. I would ask you leave my section of the forest peacefully, that we both may avoid conflict today.”

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