[Tearing his gaze away from the tranquil blue skies above, Seymour looks towards the horizon as the airship slowly approaches the docks. This is Aerlion, the fair city that lies upon the floating island of Medietas. Besides its name, Seymour knows nothing of it. The former Maester is nothing more than an 'visitor' to this strange realm, a visitor that is unjustly welcomed by many once the ship docks. Still dressed in the same regal robes he donned prior to his death, the blue haired entity is a sight to behold for all those accustomed to humans.
Seymour certainly appears human enough given his handsome visage but the foreign blood that flows through his veins tell a different story. He's statuesque and proud as he takes his first steps in Aerlion. With his long fingers entwined behind him as he walks, Seymour's confident visage mimics that of a foreign digintary. He seems at ease here, tranquil even, despite the oddity of his sudden arrival. Though, do not be fooled by the placid expression upon his lips. There's confusion to be found in those strange amethyst eyes.
Confusion and perhaps a little bit of fear.]
2. The Markets
[After wandering aimlessly down the many roads of Aerlion, the half-Guado eventually finds himself smack dab in the middle of a sprawling market. Seymour slows in his approach once he ventures near the crowded stalls. Much like the port city of Luca, the markets here are teeming with life. There's people as far as the eyes could see, an endless parade of peasants, merchants and crafter's alike.
Seymour can scarcely focus on anything as he walks through the busy market. The Maester is desperately searching for anything capable of answering his many questions but he sees nothing remotely helpful. He finds himself pauses ever so often once he catches the awkward gaze of others. Every once and while he'll catch the locals stares but never once does he feel a reason to fear them.
Seymour Guado | Final Fantasy X
How quaint.
[Tearing his gaze away from the tranquil blue skies above, Seymour looks towards the horizon as the airship slowly approaches the docks. This is Aerlion, the fair city that lies upon the floating island of Medietas. Besides its name, Seymour knows nothing of it. The former Maester is nothing more than an 'visitor' to this strange realm, a visitor that is unjustly welcomed by many once the ship docks. Still dressed in the same regal robes he donned prior to his death, the blue haired entity is a sight to behold for all those accustomed to humans.
Seymour certainly appears human enough given his handsome visage but the foreign blood that flows through his veins tell a different story. He's statuesque and proud as he takes his first steps in Aerlion. With his long fingers entwined behind him as he walks, Seymour's confident visage mimics that of a foreign digintary. He seems at ease here, tranquil even, despite the oddity of his sudden arrival. Though, do not be fooled by the placid expression upon his lips. There's confusion to be found in those strange amethyst eyes.
Confusion and perhaps a little bit of fear.]
2. The Markets
[After wandering aimlessly down the many roads of Aerlion, the half-Guado eventually finds himself smack dab in the middle of a sprawling market. Seymour slows in his approach once he ventures near the crowded stalls. Much like the port city of Luca, the markets here are teeming with life. There's people as far as the eyes could see, an endless parade of peasants, merchants and crafter's alike.
Seymour can scarcely focus on anything as he walks through the busy market. The Maester is desperately searching for anything capable of answering his many questions but he sees nothing remotely helpful. He finds himself pauses ever so often once he catches the awkward gaze of others. Every once and while he'll catch the locals stares but never once does he feel a reason to fear them.
Though, he dislikes them all the same.]