[ She nods. The pull to help his people, to find them and bring them home, most certainly must pull at every fiber of his being. That is the reason why she will never ask him to leave his city or his people. Should he chose to, then it is his right and choice. She will not ask him to abandon them for her. If he needs her at his side in leading them or guiding them? She will be there at a moment's notice. While not of Ishgard by birth, Alkaid sees herself as apart of their people.
The tremor in her hand remains even as she continues to brush his hair and gently rubbing his side. As many nights as she wishes? She would have it be every night for the rest of their lives. Another nod is given where her words fail her. She reaches for his hand, raising it to her lips for a kiss as bending down to kiss him seems impossible at the moment. ]
I need to get something.
[ She squeezes his hand before slipping from underneath him. Alkaid moves to the backpack she brought with her for provisions. After a few moments, she returns and sits at his side. In her hands rests a small notepad and a pencil.
She releases a shaky exhale and tucks her legs underneath her. Her gaze drops to her hands as a brief silence falls between them. Where to begin? There is so much he might need to know in order to understand it. With an inhale, her eyes raise to meet his once he sits up. She scoots closer to sit against him. ]
You read the report from the Scions of what we learned on the First... why the Ascians have been doing what they've been doing. [ She frowns. ] Each calamity causes a Rejoining of the other shards to the Source. But, they were doing it because they wanted to fix the world in their eyes.
[ Her head leans against him then as a familiar source of exhaustion takes her. ]
There were no shards or Source before, only one world. A world that was becoming undone at the seems for unknown reasons. The Ancients tried to save their world in so many ways, but in the end, resulted to summoning. They brought forth a primal named Zodiark... and it took the lives of half their people. [ Her hands curl around the sketch book as she knows the topic will be sensitive to him at this moment. ] A portion of the population did not agree with the course of action and summoned another primal: Hydaelyn. The two clashed, and in the end, Hydaelyn's attack sundered their world. It broke into fourteen pieces: the Source and its reflections. Doing so broke Zodiark as well, as he kept the world together... which means every time a shard is rejoined and a Calamity happens, Zodiark is one step completed, and Hydaelyn grows weaker.
[ She pauses long enough to let it all sit in his mind. Then, Alkaid raises her head once more to look at him. ]
W-when we chased Emet-Selch to bring back the Crystal Exarch, we found that he had used aether to recreate the city that oversaw the unsundered world. It was called Amaurot. [ Alkaid opens the sketchbook and begins to draw a crude outline of the cityscape that they had seen. Her art skills are pathetic compared to Alphinaud's, but, she is certain it will suffice for her explanation. ] He recreated the city before it was destroyed, and recreated aetheric copies of the people that lived there...
[ Then, she holds the sketchbook up for him to see properly. her eyes peek over the edge of the book. It certainly looks like nothing found in Eorzea or the Far East. Nothing in their world looks like that city, and, she doubts nothing will ever look like it again. ]
T-they wanted to bring this back... with all the people that were sacrificed to Zodiark...
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The tremor in her hand remains even as she continues to brush his hair and gently rubbing his side. As many nights as she wishes? She would have it be every night for the rest of their lives. Another nod is given where her words fail her. She reaches for his hand, raising it to her lips for a kiss as bending down to kiss him seems impossible at the moment. ]
I need to get something.
[ She squeezes his hand before slipping from underneath him. Alkaid moves to the backpack she brought with her for provisions. After a few moments, she returns and sits at his side. In her hands rests a small notepad and a pencil.
She releases a shaky exhale and tucks her legs underneath her. Her gaze drops to her hands as a brief silence falls between them. Where to begin? There is so much he might need to know in order to understand it. With an inhale, her eyes raise to meet his once he sits up. She scoots closer to sit against him. ]
You read the report from the Scions of what we learned on the First... why the Ascians have been doing what they've been doing. [ She frowns. ] Each calamity causes a Rejoining of the other shards to the Source. But, they were doing it because they wanted to fix the world in their eyes.
[ Her head leans against him then as a familiar source of exhaustion takes her. ]
There were no shards or Source before, only one world. A world that was becoming undone at the seems for unknown reasons. The Ancients tried to save their world in so many ways, but in the end, resulted to summoning. They brought forth a primal named Zodiark... and it took the lives of half their people. [ Her hands curl around the sketch book as she knows the topic will be sensitive to him at this moment. ] A portion of the population did not agree with the course of action and summoned another primal: Hydaelyn. The two clashed, and in the end, Hydaelyn's attack sundered their world. It broke into fourteen pieces: the Source and its reflections. Doing so broke Zodiark as well, as he kept the world together... which means every time a shard is rejoined and a Calamity happens, Zodiark is one step completed, and Hydaelyn grows weaker.
[ She pauses long enough to let it all sit in his mind. Then, Alkaid raises her head once more to look at him. ]
W-when we chased Emet-Selch to bring back the Crystal Exarch, we found that he had used aether to recreate the city that oversaw the unsundered world. It was called Amaurot. [ Alkaid opens the sketchbook and begins to draw a crude outline of the cityscape that they had seen. Her art skills are pathetic compared to Alphinaud's, but, she is certain it will suffice for her explanation. ] He recreated the city before it was destroyed, and recreated aetheric copies of the people that lived there...
[ Then, she holds the sketchbook up for him to see properly. her eyes peek over the edge of the book. It certainly looks like nothing found in Eorzea or the Far East. Nothing in their world looks like that city, and, she doubts nothing will ever look like it again. ]
T-they wanted to bring this back... with all the people that were sacrificed to Zodiark...