After having spoken to more than one person about the wish to erect accommodations enough for all those in Aldrip, Erichthonios thought it only proper that he should lend his full aid and assistance to the efforts of those rescued from the desert in doing just that.
He is even creating small tools - instruments like hammers and saws to use for a few hours before they dissipate. Sometimes they vanish a little more quickly then others.
"Ah. Has it come undone again?" he says, speaking to a worker approaching with empty hands. "Apologies. I shall make another."
II. Wild Flower Wizardry
Although he hadn't sought out the festivities -- focused on remedying the housing situation as he was -- Erichthonios had overheard talk of new and unusual flowers cropping around Aldrip, and having heard it, he considered it might be nice to bring a few to his friend, confined to bedrest as she was at the clinic following her injury. Idea in mind, he takes his leave early on the day of the festival, determined to bring a bit of brightness to her whether or not she would be able to indulge in the festivities.
Unknowing of the unusual nature of the pollen, Erichthonios approaches the field of flowers without an onze of caution.
One might later spy a glimpse of coppery hair amidst the field of orange-red poppies -- or, if it is not yet nightfall, the dark of his robes. Either way, the man appears to be solidly slumbering.
Erichthonios | Final Fantasy XIV
After having spoken to more than one person about the wish to erect accommodations enough for all those in Aldrip, Erichthonios thought it only proper that he should lend his full aid and assistance to the efforts of those rescued from the desert in doing just that.
He is even creating small tools - instruments like hammers and saws to use for a few hours before they dissipate. Sometimes they vanish a little more quickly then others.
"Ah. Has it come undone again?" he says, speaking to a worker approaching with empty hands. "Apologies. I shall make another."
II. Wild Flower Wizardry
Although he hadn't sought out the festivities -- focused on remedying the housing situation as he was -- Erichthonios had overheard talk of new and unusual flowers cropping around Aldrip, and having heard it, he considered it might be nice to bring a few to his friend, confined to bedrest as she was at the clinic following her injury. Idea in mind, he takes his leave early on the day of the festival, determined to bring a bit of brightness to her whether or not she would be able to indulge in the festivities.
Unknowing of the unusual nature of the pollen, Erichthonios approaches the field of flowers without an onze of caution.
One might later spy a glimpse of coppery hair amidst the field of orange-red poppies -- or, if it is not yet nightfall, the dark of his robes. Either way, the man appears to be solidly slumbering.