[ To say that Aymeric's nerves are reaching their peak as he makes the journey to Ala Mhigo along with the other leaders of the Eorzean Alliance would be understating it greatly. Much is at stake here, with the liberation of Ala Mhigo on the line, and the prospect of putting the threat of Zenos and the Empire to rest for good. But that is not all that is causing Aymeric's state of nervousness, although he does his level best to keep none of his emotions from showing on his face.
If the path leads to Ala Mhigo and this last great push, then surely that means he will cross paths with the Scions and the Warriors of Light once more. And while he always welcomes an opportunity to speak with the Scions and the Warriors alike, there is one person who he wishes to see and speak with very much. And, if he can manage it, he would like to hold this person as well, but he has not lost sight of his duty or of the situation at hand. There may not be time for such things, and he knows that he will have to accept that.
As the representatives from the Alliance gather, Aymeric exchanges greetings and brief bits of conversations with those who cross his path, making inquiries into their well-being and the well-being of the places they hail from. But all the while, he has his eyes and ears watching and listening for any signs of the one he has come to see, hoping that she is here as well. And if not her, then at least her sister might be, although why they would travel apart, he cannot imagine.
As fate or fortune would have it, she spots him first and is heading his way even as he is still looking around, hoping to spot her. It is not until he registers the sound of footsteps falling on the ground, followed by the feel of someone all but barreling into him that he realizes his search has ended.
He does not need to do such things as inquire as to her identity, because although she looks slightly changed from the last time he saw her, there is no doubt in his mind that this is none other than his betrothed.
When she buries her face in the drapery of his armor and he notices the way she begins to shake, he is quick to pull her in for a hug, not particularly caring who might witness this exchange. With his free hand, he moves it to stroke her hair, moving aside stray strands that have fallen loose to frame her face.
He wishes to inquire as to her well-being, and if she has any needs that he should do his best to meet, but he says none of this for the moment, choosing instead to pull her closer to him and give her a comforting hug. It truly does not matter that they are not alone, and that some members of the Scions, if not all of them, are looking on. ]
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If the path leads to Ala Mhigo and this last great push, then surely that means he will cross paths with the Scions and the Warriors of Light once more. And while he always welcomes an opportunity to speak with the Scions and the Warriors alike, there is one person who he wishes to see and speak with very much. And, if he can manage it, he would like to hold this person as well, but he has not lost sight of his duty or of the situation at hand. There may not be time for such things, and he knows that he will have to accept that.
As the representatives from the Alliance gather, Aymeric exchanges greetings and brief bits of conversations with those who cross his path, making inquiries into their well-being and the well-being of the places they hail from. But all the while, he has his eyes and ears watching and listening for any signs of the one he has come to see, hoping that she is here as well. And if not her, then at least her sister might be, although why they would travel apart, he cannot imagine.
As fate or fortune would have it, she spots him first and is heading his way even as he is still looking around, hoping to spot her. It is not until he registers the sound of footsteps falling on the ground, followed by the feel of someone all but barreling into him that he realizes his search has ended.
He does not need to do such things as inquire as to her identity, because although she looks slightly changed from the last time he saw her, there is no doubt in his mind that this is none other than his betrothed.
When she buries her face in the drapery of his armor and he notices the way she begins to shake, he is quick to pull her in for a hug, not particularly caring who might witness this exchange. With his free hand, he moves it to stroke her hair, moving aside stray strands that have fallen loose to frame her face.
He wishes to inquire as to her well-being, and if she has any needs that he should do his best to meet, but he says none of this for the moment, choosing instead to pull her closer to him and give her a comforting hug. It truly does not matter that they are not alone, and that some members of the Scions, if not all of them, are looking on. ]