Our song of hope, she dances on the wind
Higher, o' higher
E'er our hearts endure and remain forever strong
Standing tall through the dark do we carry on
[ Aymeric is of the opinion that both Warriors of Light have done more than enough for them all, and they deserve a rest... perhaps even retirement, if they are so inclined. In his mind, it is high time that they learn to handle affairs on their own, as they have asked enough of both Alkaid and K'thisru. But who would step into the role they both play? It is a question that does not have a simple answer, so for the moment, he puts it to the side. ]
Perhaps we can. We may very well end up benefiting from such a conversation. [ Or several conversations, as he imagines there would be much to talk about. ]
Of course, of course. I rather like being able to make that particular claim. [ He offers her yet another warm smile even as he pulls her a little bit further against him, intending to share his warmth. ]
[ Alkaid would truly retire if she felt she could. Yet, as she sees it, the Warrior of Light is merely a new form of her ancient seat. A task to shepherd and aid all those who call upon Azem. Perhaps a day will come when they no longer need her and her sister to act accordingly, but it seems now is not the time.
She smiles to him in return and steps against him as he pulls. Her head gently nudges his arm and her gaze remains on him until they arrive at the main part of the temporary hall. She smiles at Lucia who smiles in turn. ]
Ser Aymeric, Lady Alkaid. Allow me to formally apologize for being unable to attend your wedding. I hope to make it up to you someday. [ Lucia bows in formal ways. ] As well as the apology of pulling you both from your home. However, we were asked to bring all the leaders of the Eorzean Alliance here in aid to an ally.
An ally? [ Alkaid tilts her head. Surely it would not be any in Garlemald save the twins. ] Just who...
Lady Lucia refers to me.
[ Alkaid turns her head towards the other voice and her eyes widen in surprise. There stands Fourchenalt, the father of the twin former Scions stationed in Garlemald. ]
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Perhaps we can. We may very well end up benefiting from such a conversation. [ Or several conversations, as he imagines there would be much to talk about. ]
Of course, of course. I rather like being able to make that particular claim. [ He offers her yet another warm smile even as he pulls her a little bit further against him, intending to share his warmth. ]
no subject
She smiles to him in return and steps against him as he pulls. Her head gently nudges his arm and her gaze remains on him until they arrive at the main part of the temporary hall. She smiles at Lucia who smiles in turn. ]
Ser Aymeric, Lady Alkaid. Allow me to formally apologize for being unable to attend your wedding. I hope to make it up to you someday. [ Lucia bows in formal ways. ] As well as the apology of pulling you both from your home. However, we were asked to bring all the leaders of the Eorzean Alliance here in aid to an ally.
An ally? [ Alkaid tilts her head. Surely it would not be any in Garlemald save the twins. ] Just who...
Lady Lucia refers to me.
[ Alkaid turns her head towards the other voice and her eyes widen in surprise. There stands Fourchenalt, the father of the twin former Scions stationed in Garlemald. ]