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Ah know a secret.
There are monsters in our midst. Ah can stand in a crowd just like this one in Arcadia Arena, cheering on the chocobo jockeys without a care in the world like every other fan. And fifteen feet away there could be someone planning a murder. You can’t do anything about it. It’s just the price of society, of your fellow humans. Only way to be completely sure you’re away from the monsters is to become a hermit or something.
Take me, for instance. Ah looks like anybody else, well, any other gorgeous Hinterlands belle, but that’s besides the point. Ah don’t look like anyone special. Just a normal human out to do what she does. All it takes is a touch, and you’re in a coma. Lights out, Sugah. Simple as that.
Don’t know where it came from, don’t know what it means either just yet. Ah might be cursed, could be turning into a monster. Or maybe ah’ve been this way since ah was a tyke, and just never found out. Mamma Irene would know, ah’m certain of it. But she’s gone somewhere, and right now ah’m gone somewhere else, so all of my questions are up to me at this point.
My stomach growls to remind me there’s a few more with stakes in the claim on my survival. The races will be happening all day, we’re in the thick of the racing season right now, after all. Ah should get something to eat. Turning away from the spectacle, ah start to make my way through the cheering masses.
Crowds like this aren’t the best idea for me, ah’m realizing it now as ah have to jostle my way through while being sure nobody touches my skin. It’s a good thing that it’s still chilly enough that nobody’s looking twice at the cloak and hood. Wonder if ah could get away with a mask? That might get people a bit too suspicious. Anybody going about in a mask is clearly hiding. A hood you can at least pretend is a normal thing to wear.
The aromas of big city food eventually guide me to the arena’s vendors. Arcadian fare can’t compare to good, freshly cooked Hinterlands meals, but ah’d be sauntering downwards if ah said the smells weren’t making my mouth water. A few days living off of hastily packed traveling food makes one far more interested in variety.
Poor Chocobos, ah almost feel bad for how popular they are here in Arcadia. They’re such a staple of Erde that you can walk five minutes from the racetrack to a food stall. Freshly cooked Chocolegs, ready to buy! How do you want your bird, racing the wind, or greasing your lid?
It’s only halfway through waiting in the line that Ah realize ah don’t even have two gold crowns to rub together. Spent the last one on that bridge toll yesterday, ah should’ve spent more time looking for mamma’s stash of coins before ah left. Unless she took it with her. Ah pull my hood down with a grimace and step out of line. A quick search through my supplies manages to turn up a left-over rind of traveler’s pie, so ah won’t starve yet, but the supplies aren’t going to last more than a day or so longer. If ah’m planning to stay in Arcadia, ah need to find some sort of employment.
No sooner do ah finish the thought, then my eyes land on the arbiter-chosen animal itself, this time in paper form.
“Substitute jockeys?” Ah say out loud. It’s to no one in particular, and the throng of the crowd carries off my words like a spider silk in the wind. They'll do a trial run of volunteers, eh? A chance to strut your stuff and prove that you deserve a space on the team. Simple enough, wonder if it pays well? The recruitment poster specifies 'trained equestrians' but ah can race chocobos. Ah used to ride the village ones with Cody, back before ah did… whatever it is ah do to folks.
It takes a few breaths to calm down as my thoughts circle back there again. Cody lying on the ground so still, like he’d been smote on the head. All ah did was kiss him. He wasn’t dead, but he wouldn’t wake up neither. The whole village absolutely convinced ah was a monster. Everybody ah grew up with, staring at me with all that hate and fear in their eyes. Ran me out of town faster than a cat out of a lake, they did! That’s all in the past now, though. Shaking hands clenched into fists, ah focus on the present.
Chocobo racing. Easy. Ah could race circles round Cody back home. Ah’ll be the best racer these Arcadian city boys have ever seen!
There are monsters in our midst. Ah can stand in a crowd just like this one in Arcadia Arena, cheering on the chocobo jockeys without a care in the world like every other fan. And fifteen feet away there could be someone planning a murder. You can’t do anything about it. It’s just the price of society, of your fellow humans. Only way to be completely sure you’re away from the monsters is to become a hermit or something.
Take me, for instance. Ah looks like anybody else, well, any other gorgeous Hinterlands belle, but that’s besides the point. Ah don’t look like anyone special. Just a normal human out to do what she does. All it takes is a touch, and you’re in a coma. Lights out, Sugah. Simple as that.
Don’t know where it came from, don’t know what it means either just yet. Ah might be cursed, could be turning into a monster. Or maybe ah’ve been this way since ah was a tyke, and just never found out. Mamma Irene would know, ah’m certain of it. But she’s gone somewhere, and right now ah’m gone somewhere else, so all of my questions are up to me at this point.
My stomach growls to remind me there’s a few more with stakes in the claim on my survival. The races will be happening all day, we’re in the thick of the racing season right now, after all. Ah should get something to eat. Turning away from the spectacle, ah start to make my way through the cheering masses.
Crowds like this aren’t the best idea for me, ah’m realizing it now as ah have to jostle my way through while being sure nobody touches my skin. It’s a good thing that it’s still chilly enough that nobody’s looking twice at the cloak and hood. Wonder if ah could get away with a mask? That might get people a bit too suspicious. Anybody going about in a mask is clearly hiding. A hood you can at least pretend is a normal thing to wear.
The aromas of big city food eventually guide me to the arena’s vendors. Arcadian fare can’t compare to good, freshly cooked Hinterlands meals, but ah’d be sauntering downwards if ah said the smells weren’t making my mouth water. A few days living off of hastily packed traveling food makes one far more interested in variety.
Poor Chocobos, ah almost feel bad for how popular they are here in Arcadia. They’re such a staple of Erde that you can walk five minutes from the racetrack to a food stall. Freshly cooked Chocolegs, ready to buy! How do you want your bird, racing the wind, or greasing your lid?
It’s only halfway through waiting in the line that Ah realize ah don’t even have two gold crowns to rub together. Spent the last one on that bridge toll yesterday, ah should’ve spent more time looking for mamma’s stash of coins before ah left. Unless she took it with her. Ah pull my hood down with a grimace and step out of line. A quick search through my supplies manages to turn up a left-over rind of traveler’s pie, so ah won’t starve yet, but the supplies aren’t going to last more than a day or so longer. If ah’m planning to stay in Arcadia, ah need to find some sort of employment.
No sooner do ah finish the thought, then my eyes land on the arbiter-chosen animal itself, this time in paper form.
“Substitute jockeys?” Ah say out loud. It’s to no one in particular, and the throng of the crowd carries off my words like a spider silk in the wind. They'll do a trial run of volunteers, eh? A chance to strut your stuff and prove that you deserve a space on the team. Simple enough, wonder if it pays well? The recruitment poster specifies 'trained equestrians' but ah can race chocobos. Ah used to ride the village ones with Cody, back before ah did… whatever it is ah do to folks.
It takes a few breaths to calm down as my thoughts circle back there again. Cody lying on the ground so still, like he’d been smote on the head. All ah did was kiss him. He wasn’t dead, but he wouldn’t wake up neither. The whole village absolutely convinced ah was a monster. Everybody ah grew up with, staring at me with all that hate and fear in their eyes. Ran me out of town faster than a cat out of a lake, they did! That’s all in the past now, though. Shaking hands clenched into fists, ah focus on the present.
Chocobo racing. Easy. Ah could race circles round Cody back home. Ah’ll be the best racer these Arcadian city boys have ever seen!