Reunion With A Thief... (Treasure Hunter!) ~Locke, Kira~

Another town that looked like it had come under attack, though not as recently as others seemed. This place was well under way with the repairs. What could be going around causing all this? There had been so many new things she'd seen recently, you'd might even think she was on another world entirely, but how was that possible? There were no machines or magicks that could do this, was there? Something tweaked in the back of her memory and the black-haired Miqo'te stopped in her tracks where she paused for a moment before turning to look over her shoulder, feelings eyes on her. There was nothing out of the ordinary; everyone were going about their daily lives helping with repairs, running their businesses, so on, so forth. Frowning, Kira looked back ahead of herself and lowered her eyes to stare at her right hand, clenching it into a tight fist with the creak of her leather glove accompanying the movement. Wasn't there story of someone travelling the Lifestream once? Being lost from Eorzea for a time before being pulling back into reality? Who was that again? One of the Sausage or Scribble people? Tonk-Reed? Or was it the other one, Eee-Sold-Her? Could the same thing have happened to herself? Surely she'd remember being consumed by the Lifesteam if it were. And it that -was- the case, then why her? What made her so special?

Shaking her head from side to side, her tied back hair whipping behind her in the motion, the Miqo'te decided to push such thoughts to the back of her mind. She was still on the search for her beloved chocobo and wasn't anywhere closer to finding him then when she was a few days ago, and frankly, it was making her both sad and worried. Normally her red-feathered bird was always by her side and if he wasn't, she'd know exactly where he was, both be having telling him where to go and also by feelings for his Aether. Here, in this place, she felt nothing. Nothing that felt like her large red bird anyway. She could feel the Aether of a lot of souls wondering around, mostly small, insignificant Aethers, like tiny embers burning in the bottom of a campfire. No, her chocobo was a raging fire, full of life, full of energy.
I'll find you Genesis... I swear it, the Miqo'te thought to herself as she relaxed her right hand and lowered it back down to her side. Taking a moment to check she had all her belongings, she raised her head back up and continued on her search.

Soon enough, something caught her attention, both physically and mentally. A child was nearby holding some weird stick with hair on the end, using it to place colours into a book she held. What was she doing? Didn't she want to read that book? Upon closer inspection, the book was blank and the colours being applied were starting to look like an image. Kira blinked and shuffled closer still, close enough that she could peer down and look at what the child was doing. Turning her head left then right, Kira's ears stood upright and watched with pointed interest. She was painting some sort of building? Looking up and peering around herself, the Miqo'te noticed a very similar building not far away, same as was coloured on the blank book.
”... What are you doing?”, the cat-eared female asked, her tail swishing behind herself slowly as she held her hands behind her back, leaning forwards a fraction to get a better look at the image being drawn. There was something odd about this child. Her Aether was brighter then most others around here. It felt warm and young, yet also seemed worried and concerned. Wonder what could be on her mind? Come to think about it, Kira didn't much care. She was interested in the weird book colour thing she was doing though.

"LOCKE!!! COME ON!! You CAN'T keep ABANDONING me like that!!!" He complained as he followed in quickly behind Locke, grabbing the man's shoulder's from behind and shaking him a bit. He let out a defeated sigh as he worked to catch his breath. All he could hear was the heart beat thudding away in his head as he bent forward, hands on his knees, catching his breath. "You know this armor is heavy..." He grumbled a bit as he worked to not wheeze. It was slightly frustrating that he was needing to catch his breath. But, with all the fighting they'd managed in the coliseum, he was due for a break. He was exhausted.

The man looked up to see the painting first, his eyes looking over the brush strokes. He knew that style anywhere as his eyes shifted to the small painter. "Oh, thank the Gods. You're safe. We were worried you might be somewhere unsafe without Intercept-..... Hello." He paused briefly, noticing an odd looking woman standing with the group.

"How rude of me!! My name is Edgar.... and what would be a fitting name for a woman as beautiful as yourself?" Has asked as he shifted to attempt to steal her hand to leave a soft kiss on the back of her hand. It was a shame that the man was such a flirt. He truly didn't mind who it was. As long as he felt he had even a slim chance to court the woman. The king hadn't even paid much mind the the current conversation that were already happening. He could be slightly oblivious when it came down to it. Especially when he knew he had an friend at his side