[ Alkaid watches his expression turn from one of happiness, to strained, to a drop entirely of his mood. She frowns in turn, gently raising her hand to rest her hand on his cheek. Her thumb brushes along his cheek even as he curses. If only he could have traveled with her. Perhaps, in the end, it was better that he did not. Seeing each Scion dissipate into thin aether to allow them to press forward was distressing enough. She does not even wish to imagine the same happen to Aymeric. It had been hard enough to attempt to fight his shade that Elidibus had created, and even then she could not...
She nods to his instructions. She leans into the kiss on her cheek and gives him a smile. While he is seeing to the familiar basin and cloths, she finishes removing the lovely dress. It takes a bit of work before she is able to lay it on the edge of the bed and settle herself back once more for him. In fact, she is in the process of doing such a thing once he returns. Now, she simply sits in her small clothes and the bandages around her.
Alkaid offers him a smile once more before raising one arm for him to begin undoing the bandages. After a moment of silence, her gaze drops slightly. He no doubt will wish to know how she received such wounds, and why K'thisru has a limp... ]
It took a very short amount of time to reach our destination: the nest of Meteion... the one behind the Final Days. [ She knows she has spoken to him already of their time in Elpis, meeting Venat and the others, as well as how Meteion had fallen. Thus, her gaze lowers. ] Her and her sister's domain was ruled by dynamis, and thus, they controlled every aspect of it. Their memories of each star they encountered was pressed into the dynamis there... and one by one each of us had to find an answer to the despair that destroyed their stars. Each Scion took up a battle against each despair, using their aether to create a path so we all might continue forward.
[ Even Estinien. ]
By the end it was only Thisru and I that remained to find Meteion... which we did, and, by using the crystal that contained our ancient magic? We summoned Emet-Selch and Hytholodaeus to our aid with their creation magics. It was enough to free the Meteion we had met, and return all of the Scions to our side.
But... [ she winces slightly at the memory and at the wound now fresh to see. The cut was obviously deeper at one point, but, has opened slightly once more. A wound that suggests the damage of a blade and, with his keen eyes, Aymeric could easily spot the matching scar on her other forearm. ] Thisru and I knew we couldn't face the Meteia alongside them... we had to keep them safe... and sent them back to the Ragnarok.
[ Her hand flexes slightly. ] Some how, Zenos found us there. He mentioned something of absorbing what was left of the aether of the Mothercrystal to transform himself into Shinryu once more... and took us to battle against the Meteia on his back. [ Alkaid shakes her head, as if in a notion she can hardly believe it herself. ] The only Meteia to survive was the one that we had met in Elpis. We shared all the hopes and prayers of all of you here, on our star, to help her find the answers she was so desperately looking for. She said she wished to sing a song through the universe of hope before returning home.
[ Alkaid's gaze drops further and her eyes close. Her hands flex. ] We meant to follow her back to the ship and great everyone before returning home. However, Zenos stopped us... he insisted that Thisru and I face him one last time in a battle to our limits... even if we had just faced the everything that was destroying our star, and helped destroy our ancient past. Even then... we had to fight him.
I had to fight him, to come home to you, and the children...
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She nods to his instructions. She leans into the kiss on her cheek and gives him a smile. While he is seeing to the familiar basin and cloths, she finishes removing the lovely dress. It takes a bit of work before she is able to lay it on the edge of the bed and settle herself back once more for him. In fact, she is in the process of doing such a thing once he returns. Now, she simply sits in her small clothes and the bandages around her.
Alkaid offers him a smile once more before raising one arm for him to begin undoing the bandages. After a moment of silence, her gaze drops slightly. He no doubt will wish to know how she received such wounds, and why K'thisru has a limp... ]
It took a very short amount of time to reach our destination: the nest of Meteion... the one behind the Final Days. [ She knows she has spoken to him already of their time in Elpis, meeting Venat and the others, as well as how Meteion had fallen. Thus, her gaze lowers. ] Her and her sister's domain was ruled by dynamis, and thus, they controlled every aspect of it. Their memories of each star they encountered was pressed into the dynamis there... and one by one each of us had to find an answer to the despair that destroyed their stars. Each Scion took up a battle against each despair, using their aether to create a path so we all might continue forward.
[ Even Estinien. ]
By the end it was only Thisru and I that remained to find Meteion... which we did, and, by using the crystal that contained our ancient magic? We summoned Emet-Selch and Hytholodaeus to our aid with their creation magics. It was enough to free the Meteion we had met, and return all of the Scions to our side.
But... [ she winces slightly at the memory and at the wound now fresh to see. The cut was obviously deeper at one point, but, has opened slightly once more. A wound that suggests the damage of a blade and, with his keen eyes, Aymeric could easily spot the matching scar on her other forearm. ] Thisru and I knew we couldn't face the Meteia alongside them... we had to keep them safe... and sent them back to the Ragnarok.
[ Her hand flexes slightly. ] Some how, Zenos found us there. He mentioned something of absorbing what was left of the aether of the Mothercrystal to transform himself into Shinryu once more... and took us to battle against the Meteia on his back. [ Alkaid shakes her head, as if in a notion she can hardly believe it herself. ] The only Meteia to survive was the one that we had met in Elpis. We shared all the hopes and prayers of all of you here, on our star, to help her find the answers she was so desperately looking for. She said she wished to sing a song through the universe of hope before returning home.
[ Alkaid's gaze drops further and her eyes close. Her hands flex. ] We meant to follow her back to the ship and great everyone before returning home. However, Zenos stopped us... he insisted that Thisru and I face him one last time in a battle to our limits... even if we had just faced the everything that was destroying our star, and helped destroy our ancient past. Even then... we had to fight him.
I had to fight him, to come home to you, and the children...
[ Her hands clutch tightly then. ]