[ If she was merely Eorzea's Champion and not a Warrior of Light? She would jump at the chance to be a healer in the city. There is so much work yet to be done. So many walls, people, lives to rebuild. She knows that eventually things will take her away from the remaining strokes of the Dragonsong War. However, she intends fully to stay until its conclusion. Estinien must be brought back--for his sake, Aymeric's, and Aliphnaud's. They cannot let things be as they are. She is certain that her sister will agree.
Which, oddly enough, she had the intentions of staying at the Forgotten Knight to meet with her sister. Sharing an inn room is far from uncommon, and, as their duties take them across Eorzea and away from one another? It becomes a way to reconnect and share what is going on with one another. They mayhap have a tendency to share things amongst one another before the rest of the Scions... ]
Haurchefant had many words for many things; most of all for Ishgard and seeing her rise above the Dragonsong War. Regardless of it being right or not? Thisru and I both owe you and your people much. We have recently found a few of the the Scions, and without the shelter you all provided us? I doubt we would find the rest.
[ Minfilia though... that is certainly a subject to discuss with her fellow Scions before much else.
Her forced smile becomes a bit gentler at seeing his surprise. She wonders if he had always believed Alkaid to be her name. It's far from traditional Miq'toe standards, let alone ones thought even in an abstract way. In fact, outside their family home? Only her sister knows her true name. She's grown used to others referring to her as her handle. Though, she won't deny the butterflies and weightless feeling it gives her to hear her name in his voice.
Her ears perk up slightly as she fights to keep her smile from widening as she settles more on the idea of him using her name more. Her tail, however, does betray the careful mantle of Warrior of Light. It sways side to side without her notice. Yes, she decides, she'd very much like to hear him say it more. Perhaps even the most informal version of her name--although he may not wish to see her in such a close manner.
Her head tilts. ]
If the Lord Commander wishes for more conditions, I can certainly think of a few more. [ Alkaid's gaze slides to the corner of her eyes as she pretends to think. Her arms cross, her lips pressed together, putting more of the charade on. ] Hmm... what else to ask Ser Ayermic the Blue for...?
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Which, oddly enough, she had the intentions of staying at the Forgotten Knight to meet with her sister. Sharing an inn room is far from uncommon, and, as their duties take them across Eorzea and away from one another? It becomes a way to reconnect and share what is going on with one another. They mayhap have a tendency to share things amongst one another before the rest of the Scions... ]
Haurchefant had many words for many things; most of all for Ishgard and seeing her rise above the Dragonsong War. Regardless of it being right or not? Thisru and I both owe you and your people much. We have recently found a few of the the Scions, and without the shelter you all provided us? I doubt we would find the rest.
[ Minfilia though... that is certainly a subject to discuss with her fellow Scions before much else.
Her forced smile becomes a bit gentler at seeing his surprise. She wonders if he had always believed Alkaid to be her name. It's far from traditional Miq'toe standards, let alone ones thought even in an abstract way. In fact, outside their family home? Only her sister knows her true name. She's grown used to others referring to her as her handle. Though, she won't deny the butterflies and weightless feeling it gives her to hear her name in his voice.
Her ears perk up slightly as she fights to keep her smile from widening as she settles more on the idea of him using her name more. Her tail, however, does betray the careful mantle of Warrior of Light. It sways side to side without her notice. Yes, she decides, she'd very much like to hear him say it more. Perhaps even the most informal version of her name--although he may not wish to see her in such a close manner.
Her head tilts. ]
If the Lord Commander wishes for more conditions, I can certainly think of a few more. [ Alkaid's gaze slides to the corner of her eyes as she pretends to think. Her arms cross, her lips pressed together, putting more of the charade on. ] Hmm... what else to ask Ser Ayermic the Blue for...?