Of Pirates and Blue Mages [active]

[freedominthesky]

Character(s): Balthier, Fran, and Rishfee
Content: After this post, Balthier tends to his wound and tries to get some answers from Rishfee as to what just happened there.
Setting: One of the Actua Ares in the city where Fran and Balthier have decided to stay
Time: Late Evening/Morning after the above thread.
Warnings: Nothing I can think of at

Comments

Gosh i hate work. ; ; sorry for lateness!

[immortal_lion]

Currently unaware as to the sky pirate's clothing dilemma, the blue mage slept through what was apparently a clear and bright morning. Through the whole lovely shapeshifting situation turning to "heartless, run away!" it wasn't evident that the youth was fevered. Now it was -- his breaths were shallow and intermingled with mutterings in his native language of aradjian; words strange and bizarre in syllable but one always coming up every few fractured sentences.

Aphmau.Hours passed, and the fever seemed to get worse in severity (as was the way of these things before it got better.) He'd twitched a few times - kicked a few more, but eventually it did break. Thankfully, he was over the poison which had been in his system since before he even came to Paixao, worsened in severity and made him as unstable as he was. A long wait later - and shockingly blue eyes flickered open

[freedominthesky]

As the youth squirmed on the couch and muttered various unintelligible utterances, Balthier began to think he really had hit Rishfee a little too hard. Of course, a closer examination had revealed it to be a fever--a bad one--and with some reluctance he had gone back to the bathroom to fetch a cold washcloth for the young man's head. While he didn't recognize this "Aphmau" word Rishfee kept repeating, it was easy to tell that it meant something important to the boy. Just another question to add to the list, he supposed.

Then Rishfee started to awaken, and with a hint of amusement he watched the Blue Mage watch him, seemingly coming to realize where he was. "Not at all," Balthier replied. "Though considering how you were tossing and turning like that, I could understand why you would think it so."

[venit_ex_silva]

All things considered, it was probably a good thing that Fran was extremely used to Balthier's habits - especially when said habits included bringing home people in various shades of consciousness. True, a good number of them tended to have gotten there through intoxication, but she would hardly complain about it. It wasn't her place to ask, and sooner or later one of the two would explain enough for her to patch the pieces together.

Besides, she hadn't missed the way this particular arrival had been murmuring in his sleep - one advantage of those over-large ears of hers. It had been no language she was familiar with, but Balthier always did have a soft spot for those in trouble, from time to time. Especially those who seemed to be in trouble, be it from illness or no.

"Another one?" she asked quietly as she stepped out into view.

[immortal_lion]

Another one...?

Unfortunately, having never seen a Viera before the blue mage gave the girl a blank stare for the smallest of instants before deciding that was simply rude. He brought himself up to his knees upon the sofa then to a crossed leg position, brought the washcloth off his face before folding it upon one knee.

..He supposed the hume would want his explanation too. But first..

"It would seem I have a great debt to repay you. I can only start by apologising for having to have you do this. And thanking you of course for the fact you did. Most would have ran."

The blue mage spoke fluently, articulately - like he'd spoken the common tongue that the pair of them seemed to understand for years. There was method to it though - stating the obvious was good. It was neutral.

[freedominthesky]

"You know how it is," Balthier began in reply to his partner, his tone almost playful. "One minute you're out for a stroll, the next someone simply must have your attention." He wasn't surprised by Rishfee's reaction to Fran. Vaan had stared too, after all, and he had been from Ivalice.

He held up a hand when Rishfee finished. "I'd rather keep this debt to a minimum, if you would. Otherwise it lends itself to payment upon payment and I daresay we both would be tired of it by then. As long as you answer my questions, we'll call it even. What do you say?"

He leaned forward, forearms resting against his knees. "As for running, let's just say I've seen--and heard of--worse transformations than that." Better... whatever it was that Rishfee had been changing into than a Malboro, if those stories were to be believed. And then there was the fate of one Vayne Solidor...