The Mists, the housing districts directly outside of Limsa. It carries the enviable distinction of having waterfront property and perpetually warm weather while also maintaining a safe distance from Ul'Dah and its politics. That matters to a man like me. I am always mired in Syndicate and Monetarist politics, doing my best to keep it at arms length as I go about my life doing what I please when the urges arise.
The houses here are a luxury. There are precious few of them and even fewer who can afford. The subsequent amount of money that flows here shows. Streets are routinely maintained with fresh cobblestones and swept clean of trash and debris. It is safe, a haven for anyone of any size or age to walk freely at any hour of the day and to do so with complete confidence.
The night air is warm tonight, filled with saltsea aroma. The first whiff of it after arriving by airship is always something that always rejuvenates me. The heels of my shoes click against the cobbled streets as I wind through the houses of The Mists towards the beach. The clear skies allow the moon to stream its reflection across the sea creating a scene worthy of a dinner between Ridley and I. I came ahead of her tonight, flying in early to personally prepare a meal for us to share on the beach here beneath the stars. She does enough for me so the least I can do is prepare dinner for her on occasion. We've grown closer after her adoption being finalized, her being transformed into an heiress for my name and fortune whenever she cares for either.
Ridley isn't quite aware of my plans. All she knows is I told her to find me at my beach house by nine bells past noon. Admittedly we will be enjoying our meal late into the evening, but I'm not a very skilled planner, hence her value to me. I have never been one to grocery shop with any real foresight, so I sent Tsubasa to pick out my ingredients for me and have them laid out and ready ahead of time. I'm not a master chef, but I can manage simple things like my signature breakfast meal of eggs and toast well enough and Ridley is worth this effort.
Streetlamps fueled by oil line the stonework wall that guards the most storm surge prone houses, making the walk to my house pleasing with its illumination. There are a few couples sitting on the beach, quietly being romantic or more as I continue towards my house. Rounding the final bend near where the street dead-ends I find myself standing In front of my home here. Modest in size, it is by no means a mansion. Those large stone buildings that stand any test of time are so prized and tightly held by their families it's impossible to ever come into ownership of one. I make do with this quaint two-story home though, it being well landscaped and stands tall and pristine in its own right. The lights are off though, no lamps lit, no candles burning. It's unusual for Tsubasa to come ahead of me to clean and prep my home for the evening and leave it dark and unwelcoming. No matter, I've got a key and she must have been in a hurry to leave the house in such a manner, it will just be an annoyance to light a lamp in the dark.
I should change into something more casual once I arrive and get situated. I've been in this red suit most of the day. Walking up the small stairs to the door, I jostle the key in the old handle, the insides of the lock worn and loosened in it's years of service to previous owners. The door opens with a crack and I step into my room with eyes unadjusted to the darkness and unable to see anything at first as the moonlight floods into the breezeway of my home. As I walk through the doorway, instantly someone or something moves to stand beside me, gripping tightly onto my shoulder as something obviously metallic and cold touches the back of my neck. I see now, why my lights were put out and I acquiesce at once to the prodding of the hand on my shoulder to stand aside as they slam the door. I can't rightfully see who is stupid enough attack me like this, judging by their grip they aren't a Roegadyn and are most likely a Hyur or a Miqo. Either way I can't react and they have me cornered. I figure the best I can do now is play along and hope I can talk my way out of this before they decide to kill me if that is what they came here for.
“Let's get on with this then, whatever it is.†I keep forward and raise my hands in a half surrender, open and palms forward and level with my shoulders.
The houses here are a luxury. There are precious few of them and even fewer who can afford. The subsequent amount of money that flows here shows. Streets are routinely maintained with fresh cobblestones and swept clean of trash and debris. It is safe, a haven for anyone of any size or age to walk freely at any hour of the day and to do so with complete confidence.
The night air is warm tonight, filled with saltsea aroma. The first whiff of it after arriving by airship is always something that always rejuvenates me. The heels of my shoes click against the cobbled streets as I wind through the houses of The Mists towards the beach. The clear skies allow the moon to stream its reflection across the sea creating a scene worthy of a dinner between Ridley and I. I came ahead of her tonight, flying in early to personally prepare a meal for us to share on the beach here beneath the stars. She does enough for me so the least I can do is prepare dinner for her on occasion. We've grown closer after her adoption being finalized, her being transformed into an heiress for my name and fortune whenever she cares for either.
Ridley isn't quite aware of my plans. All she knows is I told her to find me at my beach house by nine bells past noon. Admittedly we will be enjoying our meal late into the evening, but I'm not a very skilled planner, hence her value to me. I have never been one to grocery shop with any real foresight, so I sent Tsubasa to pick out my ingredients for me and have them laid out and ready ahead of time. I'm not a master chef, but I can manage simple things like my signature breakfast meal of eggs and toast well enough and Ridley is worth this effort.
Streetlamps fueled by oil line the stonework wall that guards the most storm surge prone houses, making the walk to my house pleasing with its illumination. There are a few couples sitting on the beach, quietly being romantic or more as I continue towards my house. Rounding the final bend near where the street dead-ends I find myself standing In front of my home here. Modest in size, it is by no means a mansion. Those large stone buildings that stand any test of time are so prized and tightly held by their families it's impossible to ever come into ownership of one. I make do with this quaint two-story home though, it being well landscaped and stands tall and pristine in its own right. The lights are off though, no lamps lit, no candles burning. It's unusual for Tsubasa to come ahead of me to clean and prep my home for the evening and leave it dark and unwelcoming. No matter, I've got a key and she must have been in a hurry to leave the house in such a manner, it will just be an annoyance to light a lamp in the dark.
I should change into something more casual once I arrive and get situated. I've been in this red suit most of the day. Walking up the small stairs to the door, I jostle the key in the old handle, the insides of the lock worn and loosened in it's years of service to previous owners. The door opens with a crack and I step into my room with eyes unadjusted to the darkness and unable to see anything at first as the moonlight floods into the breezeway of my home. As I walk through the doorway, instantly someone or something moves to stand beside me, gripping tightly onto my shoulder as something obviously metallic and cold touches the back of my neck. I see now, why my lights were put out and I acquiesce at once to the prodding of the hand on my shoulder to stand aside as they slam the door. I can't rightfully see who is stupid enough attack me like this, judging by their grip they aren't a Roegadyn and are most likely a Hyur or a Miqo. Either way I can't react and they have me cornered. I figure the best I can do now is play along and hope I can talk my way out of this before they decide to kill me if that is what they came here for.
“Let's get on with this then, whatever it is.†I keep forward and raise my hands in a half surrender, open and palms forward and level with my shoulders.