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Xieathe "Xiexie" Sar ([personal profile] wouldratherbecrafting) wrote2023-02-02 09:50 pm

Drabble 1- Meeting a moogle

The Twelveswood was just as labyrinthine as always, but Xie found it significantly more annoying than usual today. She'd been separated from her party after an ambush and fallen off one of the branching paths into a pond below, so not only was she lost, she was wet and cold, too. A quick fire spell had at least removed the worst of the chill, but it did nothing for the mud and grime. Not for the first time this trip did she wish she were back in Limsa, where at least the geography was sensible.

Scrambling over a particular wide root, Xie paused as she heard a faint pop and whir from behind a nearby bush. Curious despite her circumstances, the black mage changed direction, crawling along the root until she was just shy of where it snaked beneath the bramble. She could hear a sound almost like singing.

I've not heard that before.

Giving herself another moment to reflect on her poor life choices, the Lalafell drew her staff and jumped into the brush, only to come face to face with a small, floating white puffball of a creature that yelped in surprise at the sudden company. "What are you doing, kupo?!"

Xieathe stared, flummoxed, then reached up to grab the creature's pom. It yelped again. She blinked. "I've not seen your like before," she said flatly, ignoring the beast's insistence that she release it at once or she'd be sorry. "Where did you come from?"

"I live here!" It cried indignantly. "I'm a moogle, kupo!"

Moogle? Xie vaguely recalled hearing about the creatures from one of her companions. They hid themselves with magic and caused all sorts of mischief. She tilted her head. It could play all the tricks it wanted if it could guide her back to Gridania. "So you know your way through the Wood?"

It puffed up its chest. "Like I know my own pom!"

She grinned. "Then you can help me get back to the city."

It narrowed its eyes and harrumphed. "I don't see why I shou-ow! Let go let go!" It wriggled and flailed as she grabbed its pom in a tiny hand, already making her way back along the tree root toward where she'd come. "This is cruel and unusual punishment!"

The black mage ignored it and hummed to herself. She'd be back to the city and in a nice warm bath in no time.

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