[ Alkaid would not be proud enough to say she was the most excited for the peace conference. Oh, she was delighted and very much beaming from ear-to-ear at the mere idea of it. However, none should have been more excited than Isghardians and Dravanians themselves. It was their people at war for centuries. She, her sister, and the Scions were merely people who stumbled into the issue and decided that they should help. Part of her excitement also belonged to the fact that she knew the Lord Commander looked so forward to peace. Regardless of what wounds he received, of who spurned him, he kept moving forward for all of them. She and her sister may have been the saviors of Ishgard, but she saw Ser Aymeric as nothing short of the heart of the city-state. All of them would be lost without him at the helm to direct them to the future after the Dragonsong War.
She had insisted on buying a dress for the occasion. It was not a place or time to wear armor and weapons. A simple long white Isghardian gown and off-white gloves to match. A coat had come with it, but she held it in her arms as she stood below and watched the proceedings move forward with her sister and Alphinaud. Her heart felt as if it was ready to burst at the sight of dragons and man once again together under the imagery of Shiva and Hraesvelgr. She had felt tears well in her eyes and all she could feel was overwhelming pride in the moment.
Then, it had all fallen apart.
Nidhogg left after his declaration of the continuing Dragonsong War. The people understandably cried out for his death. She had rushed her way to the top with her sister, brushing past all to head straight to Vidofnir. Her hand had purposely brushed along side Aymeric's as she ran, a glance spared back at him in hopes he could understand she knew he too would need aid. As much as she had wished to stand at his side then, the life of the great dragon took center stage. Lucia sat by the great wyrm's head as she quickly went to work in at least mending something until they could return her to Dravania...
Now, she had returned to Isghard. A word was sent over the linkpearl to her sister that she would be seeking out the Lord Commander before retiring to the Forgotten Knight. The air in the city was heavy with fear as the Ishgardians huddled inside. It reminded her of when they first arrived in the city. Now, it seemed like everything they had worked for would be swept away again. She pressed on regardless. The knights on guard refused her entry to the Congregation. The Lord Commander had retired for the night, they said.
She very much doubted he retired for the night.
At least in the empty streets none turned an eye towards her. She tugs on the coat that matches her dress, securing it around her as the cold bitter air of Coerthas sets in. It at least will hide the dried blood stains belonging to the wrym. She walks past the sleeping Houses and turns at the Last Vigil. There is no other place he would be after something like this, that much she is absolutely certain of.
Alkaid comes to a stop at the turn of the building, hands folded together in front of her, mint eyes falling on the Lord Commander as his own gaze never leaves the sky. She glances up to note that the clouds are heavy. Snow most certainly will start to fall soon and none should be caught in the storm. Alkaid remains quiet, not wishing to call out his name and startle him. Instead, she decides to wait for him to notice her presence. It does not take long for her to see that he has yet to take note.
Wordlessly, Alkaid joins him at his side and her hand raises to gently enclose around his. Her eyes turn upwards to the sky once he inevitably looks at her. ]
Vidofnir lives, but will take time to recover. [ No doubt he already knows the report. How can he not? She scolds herself for even saying such a thing. ] None blame Isghard for what happened. They all heard Nidhogg's cry for the last stroke of war. Who will answer it...
[ Alkaid shakes her head and finally turns her gaze to look up at him. ] You shouldn't be out when the snow starts to fall. Especially not by yourself.
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[ Alkaid would not be proud enough to say she was the most excited for the peace conference. Oh, she was delighted and very much beaming from ear-to-ear at the mere idea of it. However, none should have been more excited than Isghardians and Dravanians themselves. It was their people at war for centuries. She, her sister, and the Scions were merely people who stumbled into the issue and decided that they should help. Part of her excitement also belonged to the fact that she knew the Lord Commander looked so forward to peace. Regardless of what wounds he received, of who spurned him, he kept moving forward for all of them. She and her sister may have been the saviors of Ishgard, but she saw Ser Aymeric as nothing short of the heart of the city-state. All of them would be lost without him at the helm to direct them to the future after the Dragonsong War.
She had insisted on buying a dress for the occasion. It was not a place or time to wear armor and weapons. A simple long white Isghardian gown and off-white gloves to match. A coat had come with it, but she held it in her arms as she stood below and watched the proceedings move forward with her sister and Alphinaud. Her heart felt as if it was ready to burst at the sight of dragons and man once again together under the imagery of Shiva and Hraesvelgr. She had felt tears well in her eyes and all she could feel was overwhelming pride in the moment.
Then, it had all fallen apart.
Nidhogg left after his declaration of the continuing Dragonsong War. The people understandably cried out for his death. She had rushed her way to the top with her sister, brushing past all to head straight to Vidofnir. Her hand had purposely brushed along side Aymeric's as she ran, a glance spared back at him in hopes he could understand she knew he too would need aid. As much as she had wished to stand at his side then, the life of the great dragon took center stage. Lucia sat by the great wyrm's head as she quickly went to work in at least mending something until they could return her to Dravania...
Now, she had returned to Isghard. A word was sent over the linkpearl to her sister that she would be seeking out the Lord Commander before retiring to the Forgotten Knight. The air in the city was heavy with fear as the Ishgardians huddled inside. It reminded her of when they first arrived in the city. Now, it seemed like everything they had worked for would be swept away again. She pressed on regardless. The knights on guard refused her entry to the Congregation. The Lord Commander had retired for the night, they said.
She very much doubted he retired for the night.
At least in the empty streets none turned an eye towards her. She tugs on the coat that matches her dress, securing it around her as the cold bitter air of Coerthas sets in. It at least will hide the dried blood stains belonging to the wrym. She walks past the sleeping Houses and turns at the Last Vigil. There is no other place he would be after something like this, that much she is absolutely certain of.
Alkaid comes to a stop at the turn of the building, hands folded together in front of her, mint eyes falling on the Lord Commander as his own gaze never leaves the sky. She glances up to note that the clouds are heavy. Snow most certainly will start to fall soon and none should be caught in the storm. Alkaid remains quiet, not wishing to call out his name and startle him. Instead, she decides to wait for him to notice her presence. It does not take long for her to see that he has yet to take note.
Wordlessly, Alkaid joins him at his side and her hand raises to gently enclose around his. Her eyes turn upwards to the sky once he inevitably looks at her. ]
Vidofnir lives, but will take time to recover. [ No doubt he already knows the report. How can he not? She scolds herself for even saying such a thing. ] None blame Isghard for what happened. They all heard Nidhogg's cry for the last stroke of war. Who will answer it...
[ Alkaid shakes her head and finally turns her gaze to look up at him. ] You shouldn't be out when the snow starts to fall. Especially not by yourself.