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[wanderinglost]

[Ibakha the Wanderer is, well. A wanderer. No points for guessing that. But it also means, between aetherytes and her own propensity to just aimlessly travel, she can be found almost anywhere.

You may find her in Ul'dah, where she stands outside the walls. There's guards on either side of her, shouting at her for daring to steal some bread... Which, well. The guards are blind to it, but with her anger, aether is starting to swirl around her. There's a very distinct chance the guards might be about to get annihilated. Someone should step in, probably.

You may find her in Coerthas, in the Sea of Clouds, where she's currently in a FATE being dogpiled by a seemingly-endless stream of birds. She seems to be doing fine for herself, but, well. She's seriously outnumbered, and one red mage can only do so much.

You might find her in the Azim Steppe, sitting on the edge of the Dawn Throne, feet hanging down off the side as she looks over the Dotharl lands. If you approach, she'll pat the ground to let you sit beside her, at least?

Or you might find her underwater, in the ocean near Sui-no-Sato. In a rare moment of open excitement, since she believes no one can see her, she's having so much fun with the new blessing to breathe underwater. She's flipping, twisting, generally having a blast playing in the water. You, uh, might not want to approach though. She has dignity to keep.

She might be anywhere, even. Kugane, Doma, Coerthas, Limsa... Any possible location in Hydaelyn is a place she could be, just wandering about. Come talk to her!]

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[thaumewturge]

[And as per usual, Rhel finds her in Ul'dah about to cause trouble.

Again.

Sigh.

Rhel just casually eases herself inbetween the guards and Ibakha, giving them a very, very stern Teacher Look, arms crossed and everything.]

You must be trying to fill your quotas to pick a fight with someone who paid for the bread. Or she gave to an urchin and neither of you liked that. Well, which is it? Corruption or racism?

[wanderinglost]

[Ibakha sighs. Hi, Rhel! The aether dissipates, at least, since she likes Rhel enough to not want to, you know, totally annihilate her.]

A grudge, actually, I think. I've yet to even step foot into the city this time.

[thaumewturge]

So both. Lovely! D'you think I could talk to the thaumaturges and prevent them from getting proper burial rites after you handle them?

[The guards are looking at each other, more than a little terrified. Rhel may never have taught either of them, but rumors about how she handles the students that try to pull racist bullshit get around.

It's always very, very fiery.]

Or do you think they'll just drop it and move along?

[wanderinglost]

Oh, I don't know... Talking to people is more your thing, isn't it? I've no idea how to.

[Aether starts to build in the pommel of her sword as she holds it up with a grin.]

I'm simply the more destructive of us, am I not?

[Yeah, the guards are going very, very pale.]

[thaumewturge]

Much to everyone's dismay. You do still owe me for the repairs to my apartment window, remember.

[Though to be fair, throwing the stalking Roe out the window had been pretty funny.

Rhel turns back to the guards.]

Did you know she can force a male Roegadyn out the window with her spells alone? And that's with me siphoning some of her aether to keep it from going too poorly.

[wanderinglost]

It was a poorly-built window. It was but Thunder, not even a proper Flare that I used.

[an Emboldened Verthunder, but. shhh.]

But those who would stop Ibakha from traveling where she pleases...

[And suddenly, a fire at the guards' feet.

They start running.]

[thaumewturge]

[Rhel waits for the guards to be a good few yalms away before she starts to snicker.]

I do feel a little bad for tormenting them, but they're so corrupt and they can't touch me so long as I don't actually cast anything...

[ambitionburns]

[Revenant's Toll grows busier by the day, and that's just fine with Nero tol Scaeva. With a mask set firmly in place and some unremarkable clothes, it's possible to go about unremarked upon and unharassed. Mostly. There are a few that could see through his efforts, but they know he's here and are even tolerating him. But as he waits in the central square by the aetheryte for Cid to quit dawdling so they can all leave, he can't help but get the feeling that he should be on his guard.

Wait, who's that over there?]

[wanderinglost]

[Who is it indeed but a Warrior of Light, that Dotharl who has no head for subtleties, nor intrigue. Her reaction to enemies is to kill them, and her reaction to Nero.... Well, she has no trust for him, at all. And if she even thinks he's turning towards team evil again...

Well.

She's going to walk right up to him.]

'T'is a terrible fortune that brought my feet here.

[ambitionburns]

[He pulls a face and resists the urge to look away in irritation. Some Warriors of Light, you can take your eyes off of. Not this one. Not if you value your safety and ongoing good health.]

It's a shared misfortune.

[Nero is not going to move an ilm. He was here first.]

Shouldn't you be somewhere else? Somewhere more useful?

[wanderinglost]

I am Ibakha Wanderer. I go where I please, and none may stop me.

[eat shit]

I care not for the use to others when I may instead journey as I will.

[akhmorn]

[Well, she was here at the Dawn Throne to harrass Magnai do some other errands, but she sees that pat. Pauses, and shrugs. Nothing she's doing is time sensitive, anyway.

Don't mind the giant sack of cotton she's dropping down next to her before she sits, anyway. What's probably more interesting to Ibakha is that rapier Ren's carrying, anyway.]

[wanderinglost]

[... That is interesting... Huh.]

Another follower of the Red, are you?

[akhmorn]

Of the Red...you could say that.

[I mean, she wears a lot of red and black and has a red streak in her hair...but she knows what she means.]

I don't think we've met. Another of Ruhn's students?

[wanderinglost]

Ha.

[It's a soft laugh, surprised but amused, no malice to it.]

Hardly. He picked me up as a lost fool, and I learned but the basics before I departed to follow my own way.

[akhmorn]

That...sounds like Ruhn. [She huffs a laugh herself, shaking her head.] That explains why I haven't met you before.

Have you found the path easy to tread, on your own?

[Translation: she's politely inquiring how good you actually are at this. Ren, you know how this is gonna end with a Dotharl.]

[wanderinglost]

[YOU REALLY SHOULD KNOW BETTER

except you got a moment of introspection, so, lucky you.]

Nay. But Ibakha Wanderer has never chosen the easy path. I can no more stay my path of magic than I can the path of my feet.

[akhmorn]

Wanderer...[She pauses and considers that. Considers her new friend's clothing.]

Is it a path that denies the aid of others, or simply one that cannot stay in one place?

[tsunmedic]

[ It's been ages since she's been home. But here she is; offering her services as a white mage during her travels, checking in on the Steppe on behalf of the Scions as a favor during her time in Doma. Other such things.

She's generally well-accustomed to most of the Dotharl by now, as often as she's visited, but this one is... unfamiliar. She hesitates a long moment before approaching near the edge, but not taking the seat. ]

[wanderinglost]

[A Bayaquad, is it? Ibakha looks her over, before turning back over to look at the Steppe.]

You have the smell of a traveler.

[tsunmedic]

I have that, yes. Not often by choice.

And you as well.

[wanderinglost]

Aye, more than most.

I am Ibakha Wanderer.

[tsunmedic]

Well, I won't argue it.

I am Utajin. Well met, sister.

[wanderinglost]

[She laughs at that.]

'T'is a rare one, brave enough to call a Dotharl 'sister'.

[tsunmedic]

I have been away too long and known too many to consider the Steppe's children anything but all family of my own.

Even a Dotharl is a comfort.