[Know what Erichthonios isn't used to contending with when he turns up somewhere? Awe or respect. He's certainly good at his job but the nature of it is such that it's not exactly broadcast what Pandaemonium is or who its warders are, and otherwise he's just one more low-aether citizen of the world!
So as one more surely-human is pulled out of the water by the very helpful and gentle hands of Solvunn, dripping wet and disoriented, he STAYS bewildered, with that sort of poleaxed 'what the hell is going on' look reserved for people who haven't even considered there's other worlds out there, therefore this has to be the one he knows, but WHAT IS GOING ON.]
I'm sorry, I--
[And what's this about gods and being chosen and all that rot, nobody believes in GODS anymore, and as the tall young sodden stranger is herded about and the situation explained, why is there are cart and who uses such primitive transportation anymore it's certainly quaint in an antiquated sort of way but he really REALLY needs to get back to Elpis. Sooner or later he's left with his free hot meal and somewhere to stay and it's visibly still not processing that something has gone far more awry with his day's plans than he first thought.
So, meal still in hand, he accosts the nearest person who looks like they might be able to lend a hand. He didn't feel right, but he couldn't touch aether the way most do anyway, so he interprets it as unusual physical weakness and nothing more. NOBODY is covered up properly, and there isn't a mask in sight, which leaves him feeling distinctly underdressed, but at least he blends in.]
Pray forgive me for intruding but do you know where this town's aetheryte is?
Farm
[Farming. Farming this way is something people only do when they cherish the old fashioned or find it a quaint hobby, and Erichthonios..
Well, he has no idea what he's doing. He's only barely come to accept that there's no actual aetheryte and thus he has to wait for someone with significantly more power than he does to turn up and teleport him back where he belongs, and that he should at least try to make himself useful until then, but ...
Still profoundly out of his depths, he stands beside a patch of vegetables doing their best to grow well and hearty, a large watering can sitting beside him. In attendance is a farmcat and a pair of lost cows someone's probably going to have to wrangle at some point, they're definitely not supposed to be roaming the vegetable gardens.]
I don't know about you three, but this seems to be a bit of a time waster. [His grumble is quiet as he folds his arms over his chest, bright red eyes narrowed. The cows sniff interestedly at him and the watering can, but the cat only yawns.] I bring the water, which then gets sucked up immediately by the ground, so then I have to get even more and that gets sucked up too.. isn't there a better way to be doing this?
Everywhere Else
[One cow is still in attendance as the lost, stranded warder drifts through the primary settlement with visibly growing despondence. It still hasn't quite sunk in that this isn't even remotely his world, at least until the sun dips gradually below the horizon.
And then the young man stops to stare blankly at the sky, cow chewing a bit at the hem of his gifted clothing in placid interest.
The stars are wrong. How can the stars be wrong?]
How ... how am I going to explain this? To anyone?
Erichthonios - FFXIV/Endwalker Spoilers Possible - Solvunn/Death??
[Know what Erichthonios isn't used to contending with when he turns up somewhere? Awe or respect. He's certainly good at his job but the nature of it is such that it's not exactly broadcast what Pandaemonium is or who its warders are, and otherwise he's just one more low-aether citizen of the world!
So as one more surely-human is pulled out of the water by the very helpful and gentle hands of Solvunn, dripping wet and disoriented, he STAYS bewildered, with that sort of poleaxed 'what the hell is going on' look reserved for people who haven't even considered there's other worlds out there, therefore this has to be the one he knows, but WHAT IS GOING ON.]
I'm sorry, I--
[And what's this about gods and being chosen and all that rot, nobody believes in GODS anymore, and as the tall young sodden stranger is herded about and the situation explained, why is there are cart and who uses such primitive transportation anymore it's certainly quaint in an antiquated sort of way but he really REALLY needs to get back to Elpis. Sooner or later he's left with his free hot meal and somewhere to stay and it's visibly still not processing that something has gone far more awry with his day's plans than he first thought.
So, meal still in hand, he accosts the nearest person who looks like they might be able to lend a hand. He didn't feel right, but he couldn't touch aether the way most do anyway, so he interprets it as unusual physical weakness and nothing more. NOBODY is covered up properly, and there isn't a mask in sight, which leaves him feeling distinctly underdressed, but at least he blends in.]
Pray forgive me for intruding but do you know where this town's aetheryte is?
Farm
[Farming. Farming this way is something people only do when they cherish the old fashioned or find it a quaint hobby, and Erichthonios..
Well, he has no idea what he's doing. He's only barely come to accept that there's no actual aetheryte and thus he has to wait for someone with significantly more power than he does to turn up and teleport him back where he belongs, and that he should at least try to make himself useful until then, but ...
Still profoundly out of his depths, he stands beside a patch of vegetables doing their best to grow well and hearty, a large watering can sitting beside him. In attendance is a farmcat and a pair of lost cows someone's probably going to have to wrangle at some point, they're definitely not supposed to be roaming the vegetable gardens.]
I don't know about you three, but this seems to be a bit of a time waster. [His grumble is quiet as he folds his arms over his chest, bright red eyes narrowed. The cows sniff interestedly at him and the watering can, but the cat only yawns.] I bring the water, which then gets sucked up immediately by the ground, so then I have to get even more and that gets sucked up too.. isn't there a better way to be doing this?
Everywhere Else
[One cow is still in attendance as the lost, stranded warder drifts through the primary settlement with visibly growing despondence. It still hasn't quite sunk in that this isn't even remotely his world, at least until the sun dips gradually below the horizon.
And then the young man stops to stare blankly at the sky, cow chewing a bit at the hem of his gifted clothing in placid interest.
The stars are wrong. How can the stars be wrong?]
How ... how am I going to explain this? To anyone?