[ There must have been Warriors of Light chosen by Hydaelyn in other ages. She cannot imagine that her and her sister are so uniquely special that they would be the only ones. There had been those chosen before the Seventh Calamity, hadn't there? Memories had been covered by the act that saved the star. An act that she knows only her, her sister, Alphinaud and Alisaie will ever truly know.
She would love nothing more than to spend her days with Aymeric in Ishgard. While she will always have a lust for travel? She would have him at her side through all the sights and sounds. Perhaps one day they might find an excuse to do so. She never was able to follow up on her promise to introduce him to the moogles... ]
Perhaps more people should be willing to lend aid. Then it might not be as special as it must seem.
[ Her shoulders sag for but a moment before she squares them again and forces herself out of the reactionary state. While she may wish to be at his side in all things? It is simply not realistic. Not with politics, policies, standards. So, instead she offers him an understanding smile even if there is still lingering sadness in the corner of her eyes.
She understands that they should not and is moves to tell him as such. He beats her to speaking, and thr next words he says shock her. Her ears stand on end and her tail straightens in surprise. He encloses his hands around hers and she moves with him as if on perfect queue to stand up.
In all honesty, she is struck wordlessly. What can she say that might convey her surprise, and yet her willingness to follow him endlessly? ]
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She would love nothing more than to spend her days with Aymeric in Ishgard. While she will always have a lust for travel? She would have him at her side through all the sights and sounds. Perhaps one day they might find an excuse to do so. She never was able to follow up on her promise to introduce him to the moogles... ]
Perhaps more people should be willing to lend aid. Then it might not be as special as it must seem.
[ Her shoulders sag for but a moment before she squares them again and forces herself out of the reactionary state. While she may wish to be at his side in all things? It is simply not realistic. Not with politics, policies, standards. So, instead she offers him an understanding smile even if there is still lingering sadness in the corner of her eyes.
She understands that they should not and is moves to tell him as such. He beats her to speaking, and thr next words he says shock her. Her ears stand on end and her tail straightens in surprise. He encloses his hands around hers and she moves with him as if on perfect queue to stand up.
In all honesty, she is struck wordlessly. What can she say that might convey her surprise, and yet her willingness to follow him endlessly? ]