[ While the ornament rests against his fingers, Alkaid extends her own to gently touch the front of it. Her eyes close and a moment later a gentle enchantment takes over it. A swirl that looks like wind moving up and down upon its surface that stops the moment it is not touched. She stands proper then and rests her head against his arm.
Her other hand slides down his arm and her fingers slowly slides in between his. A little forward for the public eye, but she cares little. Non are walking this way. Her eyes close. ]
It is finally over.
[ The war. The struggle. The pain, wounds, and anguish remain as they rebuild. She, however, is fully committed to rebuilding Ishgard along side them. ]
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Her other hand slides down his arm and her fingers slowly slides in between his. A little forward for the public eye, but she cares little. Non are walking this way. Her eyes close. ]
It is finally over.
[ The war. The struggle. The pain, wounds, and anguish remain as they rebuild. She, however, is fully committed to rebuilding Ishgard along side them. ]