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Characters: Ovelia, Gabranth
Progress: Happening
Summary: Church is visited, worlds are explored.
Location: Orbonne Monastery
Date: Going way back to midday January 21st
Warnings: Likely none
Their journey had been shorter than he’d expected. The curious device he’d been given days prior had shown the monastery was close to Lindblum, true, but he’d imagined the journey lasting longer, especially on foot. It wasn’t made any quicker by him stopping constantly to check and fret over the girl he was shepherding, worried frown on his face or in his voice.
When they’d finally reached the monastery, Gabranth was unsure if the happy sigh she’d released was drawn out at the sight of it, or the idea that he might finally quit worrying over her. She had hid her exasperation well enough, certainly better than Larsa did when Gabranth became too overprotective, but even he had grown annoyed with himself over his vexing anxiety. She wasn’t a child, after all. He was escorting her, not her nanny.
It didn’t take long for them to get settled into the monastery. A moogle had met them at entry, asking them a few listless questions until it discovered Ovelia apparently used to live in the grand church, then the Judge had been mobbed away as researchers and moogles crowded around the princess and prodded at her for information.
He’d spent the next couple of hours keeping an eye on the princess and perusing the shelves, fingers glancing over the spines of the books. All of them were obviously well aged, but they were kept well-- a condition Gabranth was unsure would keep if some of the more eager scholars didn’t moderate themselves.
He’d pulled the princess away from the small mob when she’d started to look henpecked, and was soon lead up the stairs and through a curtained doorway to a larger room. The tall statue standing in front of the indoor balcony caught his eye immediately, and the calmness it seemed to instill in his companion hinted heavily at it being a religious symbol.
He closed the curtains to the protest of several of the people who’d followed after them, and wordlessly turned back ‘round to look at the princess and the symbol she was so pensively gazing at.
Progress: Happening
Summary: Church is visited, worlds are explored.
Location: Orbonne Monastery
Date: Going way back to midday January 21st
Warnings: Likely none
Their journey had been shorter than he’d expected. The curious device he’d been given days prior had shown the monastery was close to Lindblum, true, but he’d imagined the journey lasting longer, especially on foot. It wasn’t made any quicker by him stopping constantly to check and fret over the girl he was shepherding, worried frown on his face or in his voice.
When they’d finally reached the monastery, Gabranth was unsure if the happy sigh she’d released was drawn out at the sight of it, or the idea that he might finally quit worrying over her. She had hid her exasperation well enough, certainly better than Larsa did when Gabranth became too overprotective, but even he had grown annoyed with himself over his vexing anxiety. She wasn’t a child, after all. He was escorting her, not her nanny.
It didn’t take long for them to get settled into the monastery. A moogle had met them at entry, asking them a few listless questions until it discovered Ovelia apparently used to live in the grand church, then the Judge had been mobbed away as researchers and moogles crowded around the princess and prodded at her for information.
He’d spent the next couple of hours keeping an eye on the princess and perusing the shelves, fingers glancing over the spines of the books. All of them were obviously well aged, but they were kept well-- a condition Gabranth was unsure would keep if some of the more eager scholars didn’t moderate themselves.
He’d pulled the princess away from the small mob when she’d started to look henpecked, and was soon lead up the stairs and through a curtained doorway to a larger room. The tall statue standing in front of the indoor balcony caught his eye immediately, and the calmness it seemed to instill in his companion hinted heavily at it being a religious symbol.
He closed the curtains to the protest of several of the people who’d followed after them, and wordlessly turned back ‘round to look at the princess and the symbol she was so pensively gazing at.