[ Alkaid forms to the additional support he offers and leans her weary body into his hold. How she wishes she could show him the world as he wishes to see it. They have children now which of course makes the notion more complicated now. Alkaid would not trade Leon or Mélodie for the world. They have brightened their lives and especially Aymeric's. He has a purpose outside of just work and her: lives he can truly see the new future of Ishgard impact. That means more to her than traveling with her knight, but she still yearns to show him the places she has only ever been able to describe to him.
A tired look passes over her eyes as he refers to her in such a way. Our savior. She tires of such titles and notions. Yes, she and her sister share all those titles. Eozrea's Champions, Hydaelyn's Chosen, the Warriors of Light, the Saviors of Ishgard, the Warriors of Darkness--Azem. Yet, deep down, she only truly ever wishes to be seen as herself. That was one of the few things that had initially endeared her so much to her betrothed. He, out of all they had met, inquired on the state of the Warriors of Light as people. Not even the Scions had done that for them at the time.
Alkaid sighs and tilts her head down. Her forehead rests to his shoulder as her hands lazily toy with the edges of his hair. A smile touches on her face at his name of her as the name always causes her to react. The tip of her tail sways happily. She lifts her tail to curl around the pair of them, offering for him to touch and brush it if he desires. ]
Emet-Selcht had insisted Thisru and I continue to uphold our ancient seat. That, if we inherited the crystal that is already by all rights ours, that it was the least we could do. Continue to travel the world, see its people, see what is hidden away anywhere we could find. Perhaps even visit the other shards as we had the First.
[ Alkaid's eyes close as all of her weight leans into him. She is beyond exhausted, injured, and spent in many ways. How much longer must she continue this? ]
Is it truly alright if I retire and simply be your dearest?
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A tired look passes over her eyes as he refers to her in such a way. Our savior. She tires of such titles and notions. Yes, she and her sister share all those titles. Eozrea's Champions, Hydaelyn's Chosen, the Warriors of Light, the Saviors of Ishgard, the Warriors of Darkness--Azem. Yet, deep down, she only truly ever wishes to be seen as herself. That was one of the few things that had initially endeared her so much to her betrothed. He, out of all they had met, inquired on the state of the Warriors of Light as people. Not even the Scions had done that for them at the time.
Alkaid sighs and tilts her head down. Her forehead rests to his shoulder as her hands lazily toy with the edges of his hair. A smile touches on her face at his name of her as the name always causes her to react. The tip of her tail sways happily. She lifts her tail to curl around the pair of them, offering for him to touch and brush it if he desires. ]
Emet-Selcht had insisted Thisru and I continue to uphold our ancient seat. That, if we inherited the crystal that is already by all rights ours, that it was the least we could do. Continue to travel the world, see its people, see what is hidden away anywhere we could find. Perhaps even visit the other shards as we had the First.
[ Alkaid's eyes close as all of her weight leans into him. She is beyond exhausted, injured, and spent in many ways. How much longer must she continue this? ]
Is it truly alright if I retire and simply be your dearest?