Thread: Summoners journey (Malin, and Driven to Drift)

Braska and Auron stopped as they heard running. Taking a long look at the girl who ran up to greet them the two friends passed a rather confused look to one another. It was a small exchange but Auron clearly felt the proud vindication of Braska. A small but simple look that said everything, but mostly screamed 'I'll take my fifty back plus interest'. Auron on the other hand simply replied with a quiet simmering glare towards his summoner and friend. It was going to be all day with him thanks to this. Our trip was uneventful thank you for your concern, but please too whom do we owe this pleasure of a greeting? Braska asked as he quickly stepped forward, and gave the praying greeting of Yevon. He didn't realize the two of them had any real fans, after all their greeting had been far less then warm when it came to most places, and the two of them had silently expected that Luca would be pretty well the same thing. This however changed a lot of things, not just because they now had a fan or admirer, but simply because they got the warmest greeting they would have gotten so far. Auron on the other hand made a quick step forward his hand leaning dangeriously close to the Katana he kept when he saw that her hands were both behind her back, but also close to a set of daggers. Suddenly to him the girl looked less like a happy fan, more like a possible thief or assassin. Auron didn't call her on it, he waited seeing if she would actually make a move against a summoner, and while it was true that Braska wasn't exactly anyone's favorite summoner, he had never heard of any member of spira ever attacking a summoner without a damn good reason. They were supposed to be symbols of hope to all of spira, and while Braska was an odd one, he was still a summoner. The better question is what brings her to us. Auron couldn't put a finger on it, but he could swear up and down the street that this girl had some kind of objective in her head. No one else had come to see them into the docks, but there was more to it then that, the docks were quiet, and yet their was sound all over luca thanks to the spheres that they used to transmit the blitzball games. There was a game in session, and that meant everyone and anyone was basically in town right now unless they had a reason to not be. Ergo her reason had to be something worth hearing. What brought a young woman, to greet two old men when there was an exciting game of blitzball on in every bar around them? To Auron it seemed incredibly fishy. And he lightly adjusted his sunglasses his height and age, as well as well weapon all trying to seem even more intimidating then he already was. He glared down at her, but Braska on the other hand stepped in trying to being as warm as he could by comparison. You will have to forgive him. Auron can be a little harsh at times when he doesn't need to be. Braska said silencing Auron with another glance as he smiled towards the girl. You seem to know who we are, but who may I ask are you? Braska asked interested in a little more then her identity, but at the same time would be happy with just a name. It was Auron who wanted much more then just her name. Auron was slowly creating theories as to how she was some kind of assassin, he didn't know how to justify how crazy that sounded in his own head, but he was certainly working on it.