#unpleasantmemory

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Sellers have the temptation to keep the thermostat a bit higher to save a little money, which is a bad idea. A seller wants to make their home as attractive as possible, especially before and during showings, which include aesthetics and comfort, such as keeping the house cool. If buyers enter a hot and humid home, they won’t stay long, leaving an unpleasant memory of their experience in the home. So, keep it cool. Another idea is never to underestimate the power of a cool, refreshing drink during open houses, such as lemon water, cucumber water, etc.

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[unpleasantmemories]

« La vérité c’est que si tu pars, je ne suis rien de mieux qu’un soldat avançant sur le champ de bataille sans armes »

- unpleasantmemories

[kilikianity]

Where were you?

                                  Where were you? "The snow here is terrible. One could scarce call it actual snow. More like sleet, really. The forest prevents most of it from hitting the ground, and what doesn't sits atop the trees for the sun to melt, creating a perpetual rain among the encampment. I never have been one to shirk from mud and rain but scarce do I remember such a yearning for a bath. The food is cold and stale before it even arrives, and I feel as though every time I blink, more familiar faces are gone and buried. I feel as though I could not appreciate before now the words you shared with me before I began my journey with the church, but even still, I cannot help but feel as though Halone has perhaps given me some manner of twisted trial by which your voice rings familiar to mine ears. It almost seems cruel, but I have not the time nor the energy to allow myself to dwell on it over long." The elezen sat within her tent, well removed from the goings on of the camp as the sentries moved back and forth. This far from the city, there was no such thing as a "shift" or a "proper meal". If you were awake and uninjured, you were on patrol. If you found the time or allowed another to patrol for you, you may help yourself to your share of the meager rations that were supply lined in from Ishgard; assistance from the various noble houses in an attempt to maintain their agenda within the courts by means of charity to the cause. Jiselle Saint-Pierre could not have cared less about where the food was coming from or the agenda behind it, there were simply too many other problems and moral dilemmas to task her mental energy. The night sieges had stopped. Something had spooked the local antagonists into their hiding, and though Jiselle was not exactly intunned with her surroundings, she could sense something was giving the creatures pause. But once more, with blessings counted, she accepted the reprieve for her tired and weary troops. "...fire! Dragon fire!" Came a shout from outside the tent. No sooner had a lieutenant burst through the closed flap had Jiselle already retrieved her sword from it's nearby resting place. "Commander!" He shouted. "We...no, the entirety of the nation is under attack! Dragon fire reigns from the sky!" He shouted through his helmet. "Calm yourself." Came the steely voice of the elezen. "Form the lines, get the troops in order." She said, reaching to grab her faithful Kite shield, inscribed with the crest of a Griffin claw clutching an orb. The Saint-Pierre family seal. "Defensive formations, we will greet our foe." She said striding to the door and through it. Her resolved ever unwavering, strengthened by years of prayer and service, would not fall, even to the surprise attack of dragon fire. So certain was she, that she did not comprehend the warnings of the Lieutenant as they made their way from the tent. The sky burned. One might have believed it was daytime, were they not acutely aware of how tired they were. In that instant, however, no ones mind was on their fatigue, nor their hunger, nor their home sickness. Balls of fire, greater than that of any sky lance, fell all around them. Like stars falling from the heavens, the ground shook with even the most distant impacts. Jiselle, however, only gave slight pause, before her voice would raise above the dull thrum of the impacts, and the whistles of the falls meteors. "To your stations! Ready the Sky Lance! Find me a target, now!" She shouted. The camp had exploded into activity, armed men and woman rushing to their stations, equipping their weapons and donning their armor. Barricades were lifted and set, forming a wall of iron around the camp and turning it into a miniature fortress. Dragon Killers and Berthas were wheeled into their forward firing positions, and Jiselle strode among the forces, doing what she could to ready for the assuredly ending assault. The one she had been dreading, knowing that the beasts of the forelands were only bidding their time until they would strike at the small forward post. Stupid. Stupid. Of course this would happen. "Commander!" A voice would shout, drawing the elezen's attention sidelong to what was being demanded of her. Finally, the target had revealed itself, and all the elezen could do was allow the point of her sword to droop towards the ground. There, in the distance, a ball would float above the world. Burning red, and from it, earth rending fire would spew forth. Some kind of weapon? A new manner of enemy? "Is that...the moon?" She heard some one say near by. It was then she realized; that was exactly what it was. Dalamund, the great celestial body, now floated by malms above the surface of their planet. But how? Why? "Carteneau.." She whispered. Activity among the camp slowed to a halt as the attacker was revealed to be too distant an enemy to react to. The lands for malms around them lay peppered with the burning discharge of the enraged moon, and all the contingency could do was watch. Watch, as the moon descended upon them, bathing Hydalen in its wrathful red glow. "This...is the power of Eorzeans? So desperate are they to defeat their enemies that they would kill us all? No..that can't be..but why?" She saw it before she heard it. Dalamund appeared to implode before exploding outwards, sending chunks of the moon rocketing to the ground at such a pace, she felt the very ground shift beneath her, but her mind had already moved on. Her pupils dilated as she saw what came next. She could not see it clearly, but she knew the manner of beast that had wings like that. A dragon. Her breathed quickened, her heart pounding as her chest was gripped by an unfamiliar sensation; Complete and utter decimating fear. Years of resolve and discipline shattered in an instant as she heard the bellowing roar echo around the entire world, and she knew, deep down, that she had died then and there. The proceeding light show of destruction was a symphony of horror. A world ending crescendo that rang clearly for any living creature to hear that the end of times had come upon them. So petty, it all seemed, all the problems she faced now felt. The struggles of her education, the convictions for the church and everything the had believed. It would all end, here, with a glorious baptism of unholy fire from a foe they had never known existed. She would never know the named of the creature that ended everything she had ever known, and laid waste to the foundations of everything they had built. Everything her people had fought for, the last thousand years of pain, was nothing in the face of the creature that now soared across the lands. "No...please...don't let it end here.." She felt herself say. All too quiet, a prayer whispered to the gods. All gods. Any god that would answer her. Her eyes slowly closing as she waited to surrender everything she was to this unfathomable power. It was not till a gasp opened her eyes. Icey gaze cast back to the inevitable to find the light had changed. Now, a mixture of blue and red, as fire met...something. Magic? Was this the forces of eorzea denying their fate? Impossible...Impossible! She wanted to shout, she wanted to believe, she wanted to cry out loud that what ever was happening must succeed. And then, it was over. In a brilliant flash of blue light, everything was over. The ground stopped shaking, the creature, what ever it was, had vanished, and the sky slowly dimmed back to the dull of night, as if the event had never happened at all. The elezen felt the tightness in her chest release, a choked sigh escaping her as she fell to her knees. Around her, the troops cheered. No one truly knew what had happened, but every one some how knew: they were saved. Back in her tent, the elezen clutched the command table she had been using with steeled gauntlets. Heavy, ragged breaths pulled from her chest. She would not allow herself to surrcumb to the multiple raging emotions that warred within her, all tied down by the ill feeling in her stomach. Behind her, the tent flaps opened. "Commander, should we keep the garrison readied? We might face-" "Get out." "But commander, what if-" "I said get out!" A crash as a steeled fist broke through the surface of the table, splitting the furniture in half as the elezen ultimately lost the battle of her rage. She didn't even hear the tent flaps again as she breathed heavily. Her mind raced to secure itself. Why was she angry? She had to de-construct this emotion to unwind it. Was it because she should be dead? That she was prepared to die? Or was it because she was unwilling, in that moment, to die? Was it because she knew, deep down, that she should have been at the battle at which Dalamund fell, but she was safe, malms away, to feel relief? Free to feel regret at her decisions, compared to those who now felt nothing? Or was it because, for just a split moment, she felt her faith waver. Faith. Her strongest ally. And she had forsaken it on the doorstep of her fate. Her eyes cast down into the open palm of her gauntlet, steeling themselves as the roar of that beast rang in her ears. "You are weak."