Characters: Adelle and Ramza
Where: Rabanastre, Dalmasca
When: 12th of Skyfrost/March
What: Having gotten things situated for the Clan Gully members who will be doing extended work in Nalbina Fortress throughout the riots and done a healthy bit of helping and public relations work herself, a weary Adelle returns to Rabanastre to catch an airship back to Jylland and runs into another clan leader!
Warnings: N/A

The Gate Crystal flourished and chimed, a loose coat of Mist falling off Adelle as she immediately began stepping from the plaza into Rabanastre proper. Four days wasn't a long stay unless you were in something like a war zone and then, then it felt exponentially longer, but especially if you were a leader attempting to offer assistance, quell anarchy, establish good public relationships, and generally keep people from applying stabs to not only other people, but to yourself and your people as well. Tense? Yes, the situation in Nalbina was very tense, which was exactly why, after making the decision to hold to her departure for her unwillingness to leave Jylland for any long period given Rozarria's seeming interest in expanding, she had made sure that a senior member of the clan was left in charge with strict orders to keep in touch.

Those orders would be well heeded, she knew, and that was the only reason she didn't give to the itch to turn back and stay a while longer. It wouldn't look good either, if she did that. If there wasn't trust between clan members, there wasn't trust between anyone, after all, and she wouldn't compromise the trust she placed in members she deemed capable of leadership unless the situation absolutely required it. That was what a good leader did, right? Cid had assigned people leading tasks before and trusted their judgment when he needed to be elsewhere and for tense situations. One just had to be smart about it and she had been very smart about it. If she was needed, she would return. It was as simple as that.

Heaving a sigh, the young leader reached to wipe her brow with an arm. Right. Maybe she would hit the Sandsea before she caught an airship back. If nothing else, she could use a drink about now to better help her sort her thoughts and what better place, what with this whole poisoning business edging toward resolve?

Characters: Adelle, Ceodore, Open to Ursula
Where: Goug, Jylland
When: 23rd of Blackfrost/February
What: Adelle is still in Goug attempting to track down leads on a friend and winds up running into an acquaintance instead! Whoops?
Warnings: N/A

No luck. Well, Adelle supposed that was debatable given her run-in with tall, blond, and flirty yesterday. A gem, that one, but not the gem she was looking for. This gem was much shorter, covered in fur, possessed of a curious head of hair that bequeathed a pompom, and an impressive musician if ever there was. He had also proven unusually unresponsive to her letters and was, for all intents and purposes, elusive. Vanished? She didn't want to think that. Didn't have any proof to support such a thought, so she continued her search, intent to ride out her lead until it fell through. If it fell through.

Again, she weaved through the bustling streets of Goug, where she stood rather taller in comparison to its much shorter inhabitants. There had been word since her arrival for her picking of the local brains of some traveling musician that sort of matched Hurdy's description at one of the pubs. That was as good a place to start as any and she was quick to make for that lane.