[ Part of her wishes that this battle was not witnessed by Alisaie. It is upsetting enough to Alkaid, let alone to the younger Elezen. She flinches for Aymeric at the attack given to him. Ishgard is perhaps the most precious thing to the Lord Speaker, and the easiest point to strike him at. His cry further demonstrates it. She shuts her eyes tightly for a moment with her ears lowering.
After his declaration that is truly more of a revelation, Alkaid lifts her head from his. She gently tilts his head so he might look at her. ]
Aymeric. [ Her tone is quick and sharp, demanding his attention as if he were once again a soldier on the field. Once she has his attention--and perhaps the primal's--her ears raise and a gentle look of determination sets on her face. ] Ishgard will not fall. Her people will not let the peace you have led them to slip from their hands. They've made comrades with those of the Alliance, and of the dragons. If, for some reason, they are unable? Then, I will protect her and her people from anyone who might harm that peace. Including King Thordan and his Knights Twelve. I will bring us home.
[ Her eyes narrow in a sense of fierce determination. They have stopped King Thordan once and they will again. They stopped the Ascians from creating the next Calamity. She has studied offensive magic in her time away, and her sister has learned a physical way to fight. They will save Ishgard.
Home.
Her eyes widen only slightly as she feels a presence she knows none in the room will see or sense. A hand on her shoulder, giving a reaffirming squeeze that the sisters will not see this tragedy fixed on their own. A promise under the unending light filled sky that the sisters would not be alone and he would see them through the hardest battles to come.
Now even more resolute in her path, Alkaid leans down once more to kiss Aymeric. It is gentle in case he must twist or turn more, but she hopes it will give him the last push he needs to push King Thordan from him. ]
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After his declaration that is truly more of a revelation, Alkaid lifts her head from his. She gently tilts his head so he might look at her. ]
Aymeric. [ Her tone is quick and sharp, demanding his attention as if he were once again a soldier on the field. Once she has his attention--and perhaps the primal's--her ears raise and a gentle look of determination sets on her face. ] Ishgard will not fall. Her people will not let the peace you have led them to slip from their hands. They've made comrades with those of the Alliance, and of the dragons. If, for some reason, they are unable? Then, I will protect her and her people from anyone who might harm that peace. Including King Thordan and his Knights Twelve. I will bring us home.
[ Her eyes narrow in a sense of fierce determination. They have stopped King Thordan once and they will again. They stopped the Ascians from creating the next Calamity. She has studied offensive magic in her time away, and her sister has learned a physical way to fight. They will save Ishgard.
Home.
Her eyes widen only slightly as she feels a presence she knows none in the room will see or sense. A hand on her shoulder, giving a reaffirming squeeze that the sisters will not see this tragedy fixed on their own. A promise under the unending light filled sky that the sisters would not be alone and he would see them through the hardest battles to come.
Now even more resolute in her path, Alkaid leans down once more to kiss Aymeric. It is gentle in case he must twist or turn more, but she hopes it will give him the last push he needs to push King Thordan from him. ]