Of course it is not odd, Aymeric. I have wished for the same thing.
[ Which is why the ordeal with King Thordan's resummoning and the subsequent tempering truly hurt her so deeply. The fear of losing him is always there, but, having the experience of being in a new place with him... that was taken away. She very much doubts either of them would wish to return to Limsa for some time. ]
You will not be behind me, but at my side, hand in hand. If it were my choice? You would never be following me, my love.
[ She is no better than him. A soldier--a weapon--broken down and still asked to fight further. Yet, that is the charge of the soul given to her and her sister. Take to the star and meet the people, mend their hurts, solve their woes. A charge she plans to share with him in the morrow once breakfast has been given.
Alkaid moves her fingers back to his ear to soothe him as she conintiues to ease the knot loose. Her eyes widen at his initial answer as her heart beats in her ears. Would he truly wish to make a family now? She would love nothing more than to give that to him. ]
A small clan of our own with those numbers. [ Her smile turns from nervous to fond. A pair that matches that description comes to mind, but she decides to hold onto it for a later time. ] Would the head maid and steward be up to such a task? Certainly the old man may not like the noise...
[ She leans down into his touch then. Her eyes close and her tail gently sways once more. The hand at his wound curls only in hopes of pressing below the knot to hopefully, finally, undo it. ]
Two boys and two girls. I think that sounds just right.
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[ Which is why the ordeal with King Thordan's resummoning and the subsequent tempering truly hurt her so deeply. The fear of losing him is always there, but, having the experience of being in a new place with him... that was taken away. She very much doubts either of them would wish to return to Limsa for some time. ]
You will not be behind me, but at my side, hand in hand. If it were my choice? You would never be following me, my love.
[ She is no better than him. A soldier--a weapon--broken down and still asked to fight further. Yet, that is the charge of the soul given to her and her sister. Take to the star and meet the people, mend their hurts, solve their woes. A charge she plans to share with him in the morrow once breakfast has been given.
Alkaid moves her fingers back to his ear to soothe him as she conintiues to ease the knot loose. Her eyes widen at his initial answer as her heart beats in her ears. Would he truly wish to make a family now? She would love nothing more than to give that to him. ]
A small clan of our own with those numbers. [ Her smile turns from nervous to fond. A pair that matches that description comes to mind, but she decides to hold onto it for a later time. ] Would the head maid and steward be up to such a task? Certainly the old man may not like the noise...
[ She leans down into his touch then. Her eyes close and her tail gently sways once more. The hand at his wound curls only in hopes of pressing below the knot to hopefully, finally, undo it. ]
Two boys and two girls. I think that sounds just right.