[She ought to have known the full implication of what Darma meant for them to do when she started referring to the planet as "our star". That phrase walks hand in hand with hardship. Krile, while pleased to receive winter survival gear properly matched to her stature, finds a very real and constant struggle on the planet that few others face: the drifts are waist-high at minimum, and the force of the driving wind can stall her in her tracks, especially with all the extra weight of the pack she's carrying. She does everything she can to stay with the group and stick to the path. When the refugees set up camp, she has a confident smile to offer and a fair bit of healing for any faces or hands suffering frostnip. They'll get through it all right.
They are not far from Nadril - not that it's possible to tell in this relentless snow - when her strength gives way. Krile stops, puzzled by the shapes of those around her blurring and going all barely-visible. For just a moment she stops feeling the cold. That's odd. Her feet are still moving through...
Then she topples gently over.]
[B]
[No matter how much she wants to dig in to the mission of discovering all there is to learn about Nadril, after her personal disaster in the snow, Krile could use some time to get her energy back. That leaves her, newly sporting both a set of wristlets and a matching ear cuff, bundled up in blankets in an empty bedroom. Apparently this is to serve as their living quarters while they are here.
And it doesn't stay empty for long, because someone comes through the door just as she's pondering whether she feels up to some exploring after all.]
Oh? [Unless it's one of her friends with more hot cider, she wasn't expecting any company.] Are you sure this is the room you're after?
[Meanwhile, a voice near said door intones, Please kindly knock before entering.]
--
[Exploration]
[Back on her feet and ready to get to work, Krile finds herself immediately drawn to the abandoned and repurposed halls of Central. She spends probably too much time in the slow study of their dedication to science, to disparate technology, to the passing of the stars.
A familiar blue glow on her periphery calls her to turn, and what she sees there nearly knocks her over for the second time in as many days. An aethernet shard, complete with the calming float and metal framework keeping it in place, all lit and spinning as if it had somewhere to connect. Krile swallows very hard. A glance around reveals no one close enough to stop her from reaching for it. Trying to attune, one hand outstretched, aether breaching the distance between her hand and the stone...and nothing else changing at all.
The idle, smooth nose wiggles and tail twitches of a mechanical squirrel atop her hood might draw more attention than her rapt and despairing silence.]
--
[The Mission]
[She knows better than to dare go delving for parts without a partner. For one thing, she'd have a hard time bringing back anything sizable on her own, and for another one simply does not venture forth into a frigid clime alone. Gods, they barely all made it together. Leaving the surprisingly friendly borders of the city behind, Krile and her tundra buddy make their way to the other crash site.
Some rudimentary fiddling with unbroken screens and wires turns up nothing. The power source is gone. But they can salvage whole parts regardless, can they not?
She's in much better spirits with the jewelry to warm her hands and face while she works at unbolting the panel over the base of a long-dead information screen.]
I don't suppose we managed to bring a better tool for this?
--
[Wildcard/Other]
[Any of the other things you'd like? She'd definitely also explore the lake and underground gardens mentioned in the Nadril Info stuff! Krile is itching to talk to or about Magda, what he's said and what he might stand for; she doesn't have much in the way of allegiance to either side, and she is well aware of the kind of leverage the Natha have over all these refugees...]
Krile Baldesion | FFXIV
[A]
[She ought to have known the full implication of what Darma meant for them to do when she started referring to the planet as "our star". That phrase walks hand in hand with hardship. Krile, while pleased to receive winter survival gear properly matched to her stature, finds a very real and constant struggle on the planet that few others face: the drifts are waist-high at minimum, and the force of the driving wind can stall her in her tracks, especially with all the extra weight of the pack she's carrying. She does everything she can to stay with the group and stick to the path. When the refugees set up camp, she has a confident smile to offer and a fair bit of healing for any faces or hands suffering frostnip. They'll get through it all right.
They are not far from Nadril - not that it's possible to tell in this relentless snow - when her strength gives way. Krile stops, puzzled by the shapes of those around her blurring and going all barely-visible. For just a moment she stops feeling the cold. That's odd. Her feet are still moving through...
Then she topples gently over.]
[B]
[No matter how much she wants to dig in to the mission of discovering all there is to learn about Nadril, after her personal disaster in the snow, Krile could use some time to get her energy back. That leaves her, newly sporting both a set of wristlets and a matching ear cuff, bundled up in blankets in an empty bedroom. Apparently this is to serve as their living quarters while they are here.
And it doesn't stay empty for long, because someone comes through the door just as she's pondering whether she feels up to some exploring after all.]
Oh? [Unless it's one of her friends with more hot cider, she wasn't expecting any company.] Are you sure this is the room you're after?
[Meanwhile, a voice near said door intones, Please kindly knock before entering.]
--
[Exploration]
[Back on her feet and ready to get to work, Krile finds herself immediately drawn to the abandoned and repurposed halls of Central. She spends probably too much time in the slow study of their dedication to science, to disparate technology, to the passing of the stars.
A familiar blue glow on her periphery calls her to turn, and what she sees there nearly knocks her over for the second time in as many days. An aethernet shard, complete with the calming float and metal framework keeping it in place, all lit and spinning as if it had somewhere to connect. Krile swallows very hard. A glance around reveals no one close enough to stop her from reaching for it. Trying to attune, one hand outstretched, aether breaching the distance between her hand and the stone...and nothing else changing at all.
The idle, smooth nose wiggles and tail twitches of a mechanical squirrel atop her hood might draw more attention than her rapt and despairing silence.]
--
[The Mission]
[She knows better than to dare go delving for parts without a partner. For one thing, she'd have a hard time bringing back anything sizable on her own, and for another one simply does not venture forth into a frigid clime alone. Gods, they barely all made it together. Leaving the surprisingly friendly borders of the city behind, Krile and her tundra buddy make their way to the other crash site.
Some rudimentary fiddling with unbroken screens and wires turns up nothing. The power source is gone. But they can salvage whole parts regardless, can they not?
She's in much better spirits with the jewelry to warm her hands and face while she works at unbolting the panel over the base of a long-dead information screen.]
I don't suppose we managed to bring a better tool for this?
--
[Wildcard/Other]
[Any of the other things you'd like? She'd definitely also explore the lake and underground gardens mentioned in the Nadril Info stuff! Krile is itching to talk to or about Magda, what he's said and what he might stand for; she doesn't have much in the way of allegiance to either side, and she is well aware of the kind of leverage the Natha have over all these refugees...]