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The dark-blue-haired miqo’te stared at the Shaaloani sunset. He smirked at the beautiful sky he loved to stare off into.
It had been a hard days work as always. Tending to rroneek, ventures to Hhusatahwi and Sheshenewezi Springs and delivering various supplies to and from the Hhetsarro.. Vhento was surprisingly one of the most outgoing in the tribe. Instead of mainly sticking to the small village he commonly visited the other settlements of Shaaloani to commune with them. He wasn’t much of a talker himself, but he seemed to enjoy getting to know his still new home.
Vhento could safely tell himself now, he really did love Shaaloani! If he wasn’t such a nostalgic person he would finally conclude this is better than the ‘L’ tribe. Though Vhento found himself in good spirits, he could never shake an underlying sorrow for the dispersion of his tribe. He has little knowledge on the whereabouts of all of his former friends and family. Some stayed in Eorzea, some ventured out in the Far East and then there was him, the furthest away yet he was likely the one who missed it most. “Ah, Vhento, admiring the sky as usual?” A calm-mannered hhetsarro approached him with a friendly smile, his hair was white as snow with black tips on his ears. “Good to see you as always, Shepetto.” the corner of Vhento’s lip rose when looking to his friend. Vhento remembered his time in the L tribe, he always liked spending time alone and became tense when that silence was broken… but the carefree aura around the tribe of Mehwahhetsoan kept him calm all the time, he enjoyed having other members of the village approach him during these times because it gave him someone to share the peace with instead of disrupting his.
Shepetto was one of Vhento’s first friend in the tribe. Shepetto was a few years younger than Vhento so Shepetto looked to Vhento as a big brother sometimes. Vhento arrived when he was 19 and was pushing 25 now, Shepetto was only 16 when they met. They had been discussing their work and experiences of the day and the changes in the wind they were getting used to after that dome appeared in the northwest around Yyasulani. Vhento had been promising to finally try and teach Shepetto some geomancy after all this time.. Though truthfully Vhento was barely near the best in his former tribe. As Shepetto brought it up as the two men spoke, Vhento winced, not in disgust towards the request but towards thinking about his tribe at all.
The ‘L’ tribe diffusing after the Nunh-To-Be ran away means the dead art of geomancy will only be kept alive by these former members.. If they pass down the art at all.. And the few practicing in Hingashi that Vhento has heard of through word of mouth in Eorzea. ‘Aye.. Shepetto..” Vhento let out a low sigh. “Could we maybe talk some?” Vhento’s red eyes pierced Shepetto’s with a hopeless look, “Hhetso to hhetso.” Shepeto looked at his friend in concern and nodded calmly. It was uncommon for Vhento to call himself a hhetsarro, he usually slipped up and said miqo’te.
“I know you know this about me. I’ve been told all my life I’m a nostalgic, but I think about my old tribe constantly. I had so many friends n’ family.. We were all family… and now…” Vhento lowered his hat brim over his eyes in resentment for his words. “I love the home ya’ll have given me. This place is one of the best things to ever happen to me.. But.. mh…” His low voice sounded passionate and stressed. Shepetto placed his hand on Vhento’s shoulder, “Vhento.. No matter how in disbelief you may be about it you’re a hhetsarro through and through. It’s uncommon we meet other hhetso willing to live the lifestyle we do and yet, you, an outsider from across the deep fit in better than even some of our blood does.” Shepetto let out a gentle laugh. He didn’t usually talk much either.. It seems Vhento’s distress and Shepetto’s concern had reeled it out of both of them. Vhento nodded and removed his hat, his long hair messy as always. “I love it here. I just can’t get over my home, my old home.” They both looked to the horizon as the sun was almost full set over the desert, they both tried their best to ignore the eyesore of a purple dome. Shepetto broke the silence. “There’s nothing wrong with being sentimental. No matter how that place may have treated you it was your home, your family. Now, I’m a firm believer the wind guided you here for a reason, and maybe that reason is for you to be at peace.” Shepetto gulped. “No one forgets their home, but you can’t let what you’ve lost prevent you from going forward.” Shepetto always felt so bad trying to comfort Vhento. It was a very sensitive subject for him and everyone close to him knew that. Vhento nodded. “I hope one day I’ll fully accept that myself.” He looked up to Shepetto, “I know I can be stubborn, Shepetto… but thank you for always bein’ there for me.”