I'll be certain to discuss it with her later this night.
[ She is certain that if she misses the intial meeting with her sister that Thisru will more than understand. Especially when it is mention that she spoke with the Lord Commander. Oh, she is certain a litany of questions will follow. Ah, well. Such is the way when a younger sister keeps insisting that the elder does what she can to find some form of companion outside their small working group.
While she has not served as Hydalaen's Champion as long as he as Lord Commander, Alkaid must wonder herself how much of who she is is one in the same as the Warrior of Light. Is it who she was as a natural person that grew her to the role? Or, has the role eaten more and more of the person who bears the name of K'lantaa? It feels neigh impossible to tell as they become more and more embroiled into the wars of dragons and men and then Eorzea and the Empire.
Mayhap this conversation with Aymeric might shed some needed light on her inner questions.
His statement makes a certain light come to her eyes and her tail sway more. Truly? A part of her, while perhaps childish, cannot but hope for the idea that it is more to share time with her than merely because he wishes to hear more of reports of Moogles and dragons. She is inclined to believe so as neither have taken their hand from the other...
She nods, swallowing the sudden lump of emotions caught inside her. ]
And if I am allowed to be equally as forward... I have hoped for a meeting like this for some time. [ Minus, of course, her uncharacteristic emotional moment. Not that she is nearly as guarded or stoic as he. She simply tries to project the put together perfect Warrior of Light as much as possible. ] Please, let the way.
[ She would not lie - if asked - that the prospect of going somewhere more private is exceedingly desired. Alkaid takes a step back to allow him to stand and quite literally tower over her. Her hand, however, stays in his with no intention or sign of removing it. Her other raises to readjust the hood atop her head. No doubt where they are going is outside. ]
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[ She is certain that if she misses the intial meeting with her sister that Thisru will more than understand. Especially when it is mention that she spoke with the Lord Commander. Oh, she is certain a litany of questions will follow. Ah, well. Such is the way when a younger sister keeps insisting that the elder does what she can to find some form of companion outside their small working group.
While she has not served as Hydalaen's Champion as long as he as Lord Commander, Alkaid must wonder herself how much of who she is is one in the same as the Warrior of Light. Is it who she was as a natural person that grew her to the role? Or, has the role eaten more and more of the person who bears the name of K'lantaa? It feels neigh impossible to tell as they become more and more embroiled into the wars of dragons and men and then Eorzea and the Empire.
Mayhap this conversation with Aymeric might shed some needed light on her inner questions.
His statement makes a certain light come to her eyes and her tail sway more. Truly? A part of her, while perhaps childish, cannot but hope for the idea that it is more to share time with her than merely because he wishes to hear more of reports of Moogles and dragons. She is inclined to believe so as neither have taken their hand from the other...
She nods, swallowing the sudden lump of emotions caught inside her. ]
And if I am allowed to be equally as forward... I have hoped for a meeting like this for some time. [ Minus, of course, her uncharacteristic emotional moment. Not that she is nearly as guarded or stoic as he. She simply tries to project the put together perfect Warrior of Light as much as possible. ] Please, let the way.
[ She would not lie - if asked - that the prospect of going somewhere more private is exceedingly desired. Alkaid takes a step back to allow him to stand and quite literally tower over her. Her hand, however, stays in his with no intention or sign of removing it. Her other raises to readjust the hood atop her head. No doubt where they are going is outside. ]