| [the discovery of a fishman in central coerthas might leave naturalists reeling — if only there were any naturalists around.
as it is, francel doesn't quite know what to do with himself. the red-and-white creature that he found lying in the snow at the stretch of hilltop just beyond his house has scales and claws, but not like a dragon — instead, it's more like a fish, with fins and a tail at the back of what appears to be its head. there are fishmen in eorzea, to be sure, but francel has seen illustrations of the sahagin, and he's quite certain that sahagin do not have the features of men — and though the red fishman's eyes remain closed, he seems strangely handsome, with distinct lips and a well-set jaw.
not wishing to immediately kill what might be a sentient creature capable of speech, francel orders his knights to take it indoors — perhaps, he reasons, it has merely passed out from the cold, and could do with some warming by the fireplace.
though his knights follow their orders, they each have their doubts. sylvaintel, ever distrustful, suggests that they kill it first and ask questions later; stephannot, on the other hand, is less wary, but suggests that they tie it up until it can prove that it will not harm them.
francel, for his part, has faith. this is not a sahagin, he thinks, and even if it is, they can be reasoned with.
for now, he is wrapping sidon in blankets by the fire, while his knights bicker in a corner of the room. will the blankets help at all? he isn't sure; the fishman doesn't feel warm to the touch, but it can't hurt to try...] |
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