[ Ishgard truly has truly been nothing like she has seen before.
The Pillars rise so high that she must tilt her head back to see them. The statues of knights of eld are either pristine or in ruin, depending on which part of the city one steps in. The entire city itself bathes in a sense of something ancient and yet current; locked forever around a singular moment of wartime. The harpoons to strike at dragons remain well oiled, while parts of the city are in complete disarray. At first, she had no idea where to truly look first, as she and the other few of the Conjurer Guild stood at the main gates to the city. Although everyone else seemed to look at her, as none others were robed in white with red under fabrics, and a hood dawning her head. The markings of the white mage stand out against the conjurers, as they would, given very few white mages exist on the star now.
Alkaid Mercedes, a strange name for a Miqo'te and a monkier as well, and the conjurers had been tasked with aiding the Ishgardians in their war with the dragons. War looms on the horizon for Eorzea as a whole, with whispers of what the Empire might do. Gridania had hoped that by aiding Ishghard, they might see the favor returned should war truly come. Alkaid had her reservations of recieving any benefits, and instead, took to aiding soldiers as best she could. Eventually, the handful of conjurers and one white mage were led to Ishgard and permitted to stay within the city. Rumor of the conflict with dragons stirring beyond skirmishes once more whisper, and it would seem the Holy See would prefer their visitors closer than further away.
A place was provided to them within the Brume: Ishgard's more unsavory housing. However, none of them seemed to mind, and Alkaid certainly has not. They are the people in need the most in Ishgard, and if nothing else, the people can be served if the Temple Knights cannot. Which, of course, is not to say that the Conjurer Guild representatives have not helped the Knights. They had helped several Knights in the field around the Vigils of the green pastures of Corethas.
One knight in particular caught her gaze immediately. He was handsome, but in pain, and thus Alkaid focused her attentions on healing him. The moment their eyes met, however, she felt an immediate flush to her cheeks. His eyes were the color of the sky, and truthfully, she cannot recall what else might have been said in those moments. Her heart pounded with its echo in her ears, and the only thing that seemed to matter to her in that room was the knight in her care. There had been a surge of emotions she truly has yet to sort out, but, the instant attraction was the most obvious.
It had been hard to pull away from him to move to the next who needed her aid, and she somehow found herself always looking for one Ser Aymeric de Borel afterwards. Luck must have shined on her, for gratitude and introductions eventually turned into shared meals. Even so much to the point that she made a note of where she might usually find him within Isghard's walls when the Conjurer Guild had been relocated.
Her thoughts have, as usual, turned towards him as she sits in the small living space of the home afforded to them. Her fellows have either set to dinner or are resting in various places of the small venue. Yet, her eyes remain on the ceiling, with her hands folded in her lap. She realizes she does not truly know where in the city that Ser Aymeric lives. How could she find out, without fanning rumors already muttered in the streets of the Last Vigil? Would he prefer homemade treats when he is called to temporary stations at the Vigils around Corethas? Or, does the staff he surely has in his home take care of it? Should it truly matter? She is merely a visiting healer, and no doubt her heart is the only one that beats so quickly when they are together, and aches when they are not...
Her ears twitch at the sound of a knock. Alkaid glances at the nearest clock to check the time, curious as to who might be calling them at this hour. The most logical answer would be the Temple Knights requesting their aid once more. A sigh leaves the white mage before she soothes her robes and makes her way to the door. A hand settles on the handle and for a moment she dreads the idea of seeing a Knight at the other side of the door, having been sent to fetch the conjurers. Alkaid closes her eyes to push the exhaustion away from her person. Her shoulders square, and she opens the door. ]
Is there something I can do for... [ Alkaid's statement drifts off once she realizes who it is at the door. Her ears lift underneath her hood and she immediately feels the rush of red to her face. ] Ser Aymeric?
[ In times of war, nothing is predictable and everything that once was has now been turned on its head. Never mind that this war has raged on for so long already with heavy losses on both sides. The will to fight has not been lost by anyone within the Temple Knights, and yet it is also true that nearly every soldier who fights and has fought is tired. Others still are tired and wounded and even making it through one more day of fighting seems insurmountable for them.
Ser Aymeric is somewhere in the middle of all this. He knows his duty is to continue fighting for his people and his home, but the exhaustion of the prolonged war is beginning to settle in for him as it has for so many before him. To abandon the fight, to no longer be a soldier- these things are unacceptable and he will not think of them, but when he took yet another wound while locked in a fight with a dragon, he had to wrestle once again with those thoughts. Oh, he has had wounds before, but they were only superficial. This one was far deeper and drew more blood, and thus he was required to receive healing from one of the conjurers who had come to Ishgard.
What he could not have anticipated was how this healer, this Alkaid Mercedes, would catch his eye. Her touch was gentle yet skilled, and her words and the looks she gave him were kind. Something stirred inside him, a feeling of being loved, and while he was not unaccustomed to being loved, as he knows he is loved by his parents, he has never really known love from anyone but them. And perhaps what he is feeling is not love, but merely the obligation of a healer to her patient.
After all, he is merely one of the rank and file, a Temple Knight, nothing to write home about. Surely she has a love of her own waiting for her to return from her time here.
Still, events transpired a little differently than he had intended them to, and before he even knew what was happening, he found himself sharing meals with her and spending brief moments of time in her company whenever they could mange it.
Now, however, things have changed once more. Orders have come from the front lines, and a contingent of Temple Knights are needed at one of the Vigils in the area. Such is the way of soldiers and war, and he does not begrudge his orders nor his duty. But now, he cannot simply march off to war without looking back. Perhaps she will not care, as they are but acquaintances, but he feels duty bound to at least tell Mistress Alkaid herself that he must go and take his leave of her.
Whenever he is called to the front lines of the war, the thought occurs to him that perhaps not all of them who leave will return. Some will return injured, but others will never come home again. For reasons he can only guess at, the notion of his mortality is at the forefront of his thoughts this evening, and so he has resolved that he must give a proper farewell to Alkaid, letting her know that he is leaving and that she will be in his thoughts, but also steeling himself for the possibility that he might not return home.
The conjurers have been given lodging in the Brume, and if it were up to him, he would see to it that they had lodgings in another part of town, but alas, it is not. His steps lead him to where he has been told they are staying, and once he arrives, he knocks upon the door. She is quick to answer, and when he sees her there framed in the doorway, a small smile crosses his face. ]
Ah, Mistress Alkaid, just who I hoped to find this evening. [ A look of uncertainty comes to his face then, as while he does not mind if they are observed during this conversation, he would prefer to have some privacy, if possible. ]
Might now be a good time for us to speak to one another?
[ Her heart beats faster as it settles that Ser Aymeric has come to see her. The notion is one that she has realized always happens when they meet. There is a part of her that wishes to curl her shoulders and hide her face behind her hands, as if she is a young girl utterly smitten by a handsome soldier. However, she is no longer a young girl, and so she must act as one would expect of the Conjurer Guild. Proper, professional. Even if a part of her wishes to hold his hand and lean against him, letting her tail sway back and forth happily.
Instead, she leans against the door slightly, unable to contain the wide smile that spreads across her face. Her tail does certain move underneath the robes, hidden from view of everyone else. Alkaid has never been shy of her racial status. Instead, it seems as if all in Ishgard are cloaked nearly head to toe, and she does not wish to stand out more than she most certainly does already. Her two-toned eyes quickly take him in. There seems to be no issues from the wound that caused them to meet, but his attire is certainly different. Handsome formal attire that she would expect the Lords of Houses to wear... which, he most certainly is one. As that reminding notion settles in her mind, she a sinking feeling begins to tug at her heart. The beating of her heart turns from excitement to anxiousness.
Something has happened, and her mind has an idea of just what that might be.
Ishgard is at war after all.
Alkaid slips from the door and closes it behind her. Her gaze locks to his as she searches for an unsaid answer to her own unsaid suspicions. ]
It is certainly not hard to find a Miqo'te in Ishgard, Ser Aymeric. [ She smiles for him regardless of her own emotions.
Her hands fold together before glancing down to see where his might be. She has always been rather forward by Isghard's standards, but surely taking his hands and pulling him away might be too much. The urge to do so remains strong, to the point where her fingers begin to twist one another simply to keep them busy as the nerves build inside. ]
Of course! [ She takes the step to stand directly in front of him. ] Do you have somewhere in mind?
[ Perhaps if they were not locked in this prolonged war, he could truly show her a good time, or at least treat her as a lady deserves to be treated. Brief trysts now and then and the odd dinner together is not the extent of what he wishes to do with her. He has learned that he enjoys her company and would like to spend time getting to know her better. As it is, they have only just scratched the surface.
His duty has never chafed, nor has he ever wished to put it aside, but when the news came that they were to leave for their next post, he found himself being considerably more heavy-hearted about it than he had anticipated. Even as he prepared himself for what was intended to be a last gathering before he and his regiment of soldiers departed, his thoughts traveled to Alkaid and to the farewell he knew he must give.
But for all of the regret he has that he must say good-bye, he is truly happy to see her and to at least have this last time with her before he has to go. ]
I suppose not, and yet I was not entirely certain I had the right address for your location. There are many places within the Brume, after all.
[ He realizes belatedly that his posture has fallen away just a touch, and so he is quick to straighten back up again into a stance fitting a soldier. ]
I had hoped that you might walk with me for a time. And if you are inclined to- To take my hand, you may. [ He extends said hand to her, knowing that his nervousness must show in his expression and in the slowness with which he moves. ]
[ Her gaze drifts to the buildings beside the one she stands outside. Most are in different states of disrepair. The look in her eyes softens as she wishes there might be more she could do for those in Ishgard other than simply heal their wounds. Of course, her fellow conjurers would say that is not their place to offer more than they've been allowed by the Holy See. ]
Many places and many people that are in need of aid. Not just in the Brume, but all through Ishgard and Corethas.
[ Alkaid looks back to him as he speaks once more. Her eyes drop to his hand. Her breath catches in her throat. It takes a moment, but her hands unfold from one another before taking his hand. Her fingers brush against his, and it feels as if shocks run up her arm. She glances up at him to see anything in his gaze reflects that he has felt the same thing.
Without her realizing it, her fingers slide between his to hold his hand. Alkaid steps beside him and wraps her other arm around his. She leans against him slightly, looking up at him with a small smile. ]
Of course, Ser Aymeric. I'll accompany you anywhere you'd like to go.
[ He would be lying if he said that whenever he looked at his city and the buildings that make it up, he felt no small amount of regret that he is not doing more. If he could, he would take up a hammer and nails and begin repairing what he could with his own two hands. But his duties as a Temple Knight often take him from the city, and when he is returned, he does not have as much time to do as he wills as he would like.
Perhaps if a day comes that he is no longer a Knight, then he might be able to contribute something to restoring the city that he loves so much. ]
Indeed. And had I the time for it, I would offer aid myself. It seems a poor excuse to say that my responsibilities as a Temple Knight prevent me from it, however. [ He shakes his head, a frown crossing his face. ] There must be more that I can do, and yet I still have not found a way to achieve that.
[ To say that the state of Ishgard troubles him is putting it mildly. And perhaps it is odd that he wishes to see the Brume in better condition than it presently is, but it is a part of his home, and so he cannot help having those desires.
He cannot help the surprise that crosses his face when she takes his hand, or when she leans against him and looks up at him. The very moment that her fingers twine with his, similar shockwaves travel up his arm. He is surprised, yes, but it is a pleasant kind of surprise. ]
I will not take you far nor keep you long, but I- [ I find myself wishing for company tonight. ] There is something I must tell you.
everything will be okay ;~; i heard from the heavens~
[ There are many small things she has noticed of Ser Aymeric through their conversations and meals together. While many say they love Ishgard and her people? She has begun to wonder if none truly love it the same way the Knight before her does. He seems to live and breathe for his city, all people included, regardless of birth and social standing. She has wondered if that is own situation. Of course, she has not had it confirmed, but rumors have always flown about that Ser Aymeric de Borel is a bastard of the Archbishop. That matters little to her, but Alkaid is aware of the politics that surround the highborn and the lowborn of Ishgard. Adoption within itself is not shunned or frowned upon given the state of the war. A bastard son of the highest authority of the land, however...
Alkaid glances downwards. If true, she wonders how much it weighs upon his shoulders. How much does it drive him? Is that why he loves his homeland so? ]
You cannot be everywhere and do everything, Ser. [ Her head tilts against his arm slightly. ] Perhaps aiding those in your direct sphere of influence will help inspire them to help those here within the city walls.
[ A hopeful statement, but, Alkaid has often been told she hopes when there should be none.
Her head raises at his statement and her gaze moving to his once more. The beating of her heart returns and that unsettling nervousness strikes her again. Something he must tell her? Perhaps it is good news: something pleasant in the time of unending war. Oh, she wishes she could believe that, but him standing in such formal attire tells her otherwise. ]
You can keep me as long as you'd like. [ Her statement is soft spoken. However, how her hold tightens around his hand most certainly will share her conviction otherwise. ] We can speak about all you wish as well. Anything.
[ Because, I've come to love the sound of your voice.
Once they begin to walk, Alkaid gently rubs her cheek into his arm. The hand resting on his arm idling moves up and down in a form of comforting gesture for the pair of them. The nervousness in her heart has begun to settle into the idea she does not wish to give voice to just yet. The idea that this might be the last time for a long while they will be able to walk and speak with one another. ]
[ In so many ways, Aymeric feels as though he is a servant to Ishgard. Not only because he serves as a Temple Knight, but because he feels he must pour all of his energy and efforts into preserving his homeland and the people who live there. There has already been enough devastation and destruction throughout the various places upon the star, and he does not wish to see Ishgard fall or come to ruin. He is aware that such a burden does not rest upon his shoulders alone, and yet there are times when he feels as though he is carrying that particular weight on his own.
His fellow Temple Knights, who he thinks of as his brothers, feel the same love of country and people as he does, and when they are together, they do what they can to share each other's burdens. After all, when they are sent to their next mission, who else do they have but each other?
Even so, the others that he fights alongside do not have the background that Aymeric does. They are not the illegitimate son of the Archbishop, and in his mind, they do not have so much that they need to prove. So in that respect, Alkaid's thoughts do not stray too far from the mark. ]
Of course, you are right. It is hardly reasonable to strive to be everywhere and take on every task, and yet something inside me tells me I must make every effort. [ He huffs out a quiet laugh and shakes his head once. ] 'tis foolishness, I am sure, but I cannot rid myself of those thoughts.
There is much to be done and the need of the people is great, but even as a Temple Knight, I fear there is very little I can contribute save to go to war and fight for Ishgard. And lest you come to the wrong conclusion, I believe- I know there are others who desire the same future as I. They would see the Brume and other areas like it cared for.
But wishing for something and taking the necessary steps to see it come to fruition are two very different things.
[ He feels, not for the first time, the weight of what he sees as the responsibility he has to his people and his home begin to fall upon him once more. But for the moment, there truly is not much he can do. Perhaps on his next return home after being at the front, he can take a more active role in things within the city.
But his thoughts have wandered far enough and he is quick to focus upon her once more. ]
I imagine what I have to tell you will not take long at all. I would not keep you longer than I must, as I am certain you have things you wish to do this evening.
[ Oh, if only he had happier news to give her. And if only he did not have to part from her so soon. Time seems to be moving at a fast pace against his will, and soon enough, his steps will lead him to the front lines once more.
The feel of her cheek against his arm warms him and encourages him, and a small smile crosses his face. If only he could stay like this forever, but as he cannot, he is doing his best to commit every moment of their time together to memory so that when he is far from her, he can think back to this and remember. ]
Would you rather walk as we talk, or shall we find a place to sit for a moment?
I would say it is admirable. [ Alkaid shakes her head gently. ] Then, we should see to organizing ways to help rebuild the lives of those in the Brume. Something sponsored by a lord of any noble house of Ishgard is certain to gain traction. [ She pauses, fighting the blush on her cheeks, before glancing up at him. ] And I would gladly offer my services if you like my company.
[ Perhaps all Ishgard truly needs is a helping hand from the outside. While they are a closed off nation and seemingly worried of trusting outsiders? Alkaid cannot help but feel that much of their city could be restored if they only asked for aid. Supplies, helping hands, something that could turn the people's attention to something other than the war. ]
I'm not as busy as you would imagine me to be, Ser. [ Her gaze drifts to the side. Then, she steps closer to him to press herself against his arm. ] ...I... would spend as much time with you as you would allow. Even if it would not take any time at all.
[ As I've come to love our time together.
Her hand in his curls tightly for a moment at his question. She would prefer he simply say it so that they can spend more time together. ]
Tell me as we walk... then, we can find somewhere warm to sit.
Admirable, you say... [ His expression shifts to a more pensive one as he mulls that over. It is a strange sort of conundrum that he finds himself facing, as he believes that he knows who he is and who he wishes to be, and yet the knowledge that his father is none other than the Archbishop himself causes no small amount of confusion. He wishes to be someone who does admirable deeds and has a reputation of caring for others and doing the right thing, but as things stand, he is only one of many knights that fight for Ishgard.
Is it his place to try and set himself apart by his actions? Perhaps it would be better if he blended into the crowd and did not stand out so much. But then if he did, who would strive to make things better for all who call Ishgard home? Perhaps he is far too idealistic and should be more pragmatic, but he believes he learned valuable lessons from the man who raised him, the only father he truly knows. ]
I must admit that it surprises me that you so readily accept what I am saying. [ But perhaps it ought not to be so surprising. She is a healer, and therefore must have a caring streak, or she would have chosen another occupation. ] I would have whatever you choose to give, your services and your company, if I might be bold enough to ask for both.
[ And then the fear that he is overstepping settles in. He has no right to make decisions nor the power to enact them, and certainly if any knew of what he was thinking, he surely would be reprimanded. ]
Then... Then I am glad to have your company. [ He truly is, and although he barely understands why, he finds himself loathe to leave Ishgard for the front lines. Some of it has to do with her and the knowledge that he must leave her behind. But combined with that is the fear that something dire will happen to the city and the people he cares so much about. Of course, they do not leave Ishgard undefended, and yet he still finds himself worrying.
Still, he knows that when he leaves, it is her that he will miss. ]
I must admit that I sought to find you this evening because- Because I ought to do you the courtesy of telling you in person, rather than allowing you to hear of it from another.
[ His fingers curl slightly around hers, as if he wishes to hold onto her hand but is somehow still apprehensive about that very thing. ]
Orders arrived recently, and I- [ In almost the same smooth motion, his shoulders slide forward only to straighten up just seconds later. ] My regiment is being sent to the Stone Vigil to engage with the Dravanians once more.
[ His expression falls just slightly as he finds himself warring with the desire to serve and the desire to remain with her, but even so, he knows what he must do. ]
Yes, admirable. [ She tilts her head to look up towards him. ] Perhaps the notion is strange, but not many in the Black Shroud are as dedicated to protecting their home as Ishgardians are. Many seek to join the Adventurer's Guild to find ways to leave Gridania, leaving the Shroud to those who stand with the Twin Adders. Not all are so ready to return home and defend it should it be needed.
[ Alkaid pauses then. ] It is not judgement, simply a statement of facts. While I have trained in Gridania, that is far from my birthplace. My twin sister and I left our clan and parted ways to pursue our respective studies... and while Gridania has been where I reside for a fair amount of years? It is not home. Then again, neither was my clan... as strange as it might sound for a Miqo'te to say. [ Her gaze shifts downwards with a small frown on her face. ] To have a place to call home is one thing, while it is another to defend it with such love and devotion. It is entirely another thing to devote those emotions to the people of your home and their well-being, not just the walls that make up your home.
So... yes, I find it admirable. [ A bashful smile touches her face. ] And you may call upon my company whenever you wish.
[ Despite having so many things to share a moment before, she finds that now she has none as he continues. Her hand in his curls tightly around his, even as he debates with himself about returning the motion. Gods, she wishes she had been wrong. She almost wishes he had been there to turn her away and go on about how it was improper for them to meet as they do. Yet, even that idea causes her heart to clench and feel as if it had stopped beating.
She knew this is what it was. Deep down, below the nervousness, she knew there was no other reason a Temple Knight would come to a woman dressed so. The hand at his arm curls tightly and she remains there, silent as he continues on. Recently? How recent? Has he prepared to march away already? When is he to depart? So many questions fly through her mind she hardly knows where to begin in asking for details. Perhaps, though, details do not matter.
They move to the higher levels of the Brume before she acts. The rational part of her mind is already scolding her for what she wishes to do. They are in a war, he is a soldier, it was to happen at some point. Yet, there is a gripping fear deep within her that she might lose him. How is that to be? He is not hers to lose. By standards they are merely acquaintances, and yet... yet...
Alkaid acts in a fluid motion almost as if she had practiced it. She steps in front of him. Then, her arms leave his only to wrap around his frame. Her forehead rests gently to his chest as she simply stands there. Hands curl into the fabric of his formal military garb. Her eyes shut tightly and she remains standing where she is.
The Stone Vigil is not far from Ishgard to her knowledge, considering where the other Vigils remain. However, it says more that they worry for the Dravanians coming so much closer to their city. Alkaid lets out a shaky breath before inhaling once more to quell the feelings storming inside her chest.
What if you are hurt and I am not there to heal you? What if another catches your eye? Maybe an Elezen, graceful and schooled in the art of the healing natural to your country. One who would certainly be better for you... and even if you come home it would be with her...
What if you never come home to me?
Her shoulders shake even with her best attempts to not allow them to. ]
...when must you go?
[ She curses herself within her own mind at how soft her voice is. How withdrawn--how scared she must sound. Surely it is unbecoming to a Knight whose life has been filled with war since he was born. ]
You are far too kind. I cannot help but feel as though I do not deserve your words nor the kindness behind them. [ He shakes his head again. ] Fine words are one thing, but if there are no actions to support them, what good are they? It seems that all I have are fine words and ideals, but those do not bring about reality.
Nevertheless, I find the glimpses you have given me of places beyond our borders fascinating. I am- Well, I suppose you might say that I am not very well-traveled. I could describe at length the city and the surrounding areas, but I do not know much at all about the places you have mentioned. I cannot very well travel from these lands, at least not at the present time, but perhaps one day I will.
[ As for the present and what awaits him in the morning, he feels there is much and more he must say to her before their paths diverge. ]
I have greatly enjoyed our time together and the time that you gave me. Should the worst happen and I- I mean to say that the memories of the time we have spent together, short as it has been, will remain with me. If I could remain here and spend more time with you, I would without a second's thought, but my duties are clear. I apologize that I must take my leave of you, even for a time.
[ He has yet to learn how to craft an impassive mask that hides his emotions, and despite his best efforts to hide his face from her, he knows she can see what is clearly written upon his face: regret that he must leave her, but also the resolve to do his duty as a knight of Ishgard. ]
We are to depart tomorrow, early in the morning. By all accounts, there is much to be done at the Vigil, as the Dravanians are not known for giving reprieves in between their attacks.
[ He does not wish to worry her, but the news of the state of the Vigil is less than reassuring. They are summoned because reinforcements are needed to bolster the dwindling numbers, and he finds he does not wish to dwell too long on that subject. War comes with loss, yes, but he has friends among the Temple Knights, and he finds himself ill-prepared to face the knowledge that some of those friends will never return home.
After a moment, he poses a question to her. ]
Will you be all right? [ Perhaps he should see about enlisting the aid of the household staff to look in on her in his absence. Or perhaps that would be overstepping. But he strongly desires to have the assurance that she will be well, even if that assurance is not his to have. ]
[ She remains where she is, arms wrapped around his chest, forehead pressed against him, gaze tilted down at their feet. She would give him all the words she could if he would take them. While not showering him in praise, she would certainly make sure that he knew how much she cares for him. Of course, he surely would not be interested in such a thing. Perhaps he has only told her because of the time they've spent together--as limited as it is. A friendly notion, nothing more.
Even though she wishes it was more. ]
Then, I should tell you of all the places beyond the borders of Corethas. How Eorzea looks, feels, sounds. [ Her tone remains quiet, gentle, reeling still from the news. ] All you need is people who can help make those words a reality, Ser. And... you can count me among those people if you wish. And, also if you would wish to, I would hear all of Corethas and Ishgard. Any detail you would wish to share with me.
[ Anything that would keep their conversation going; anything that would keep him with her just a bit longer.
Her ears fold down to her head, which must certainly be a strange sight for an Elezen. She bites the inside of her mouth, doing her best not to let the water that gathers in her eyes escape. He values their moments together in such a way? Her heart gives an excited beat, but she reminds herself that there surely no reason for a Temple Knight--a Lord--to be interested in a healer from Gridania. While only a handful of white mages exist now? Surely, that is not enough to catch his eye. At least, not in the way he has caught hers.
She turns her head, pressing her cheek to his chest now. There is a wish that he would hold her in return, but, it surely is far too forward for Ishgardian. ]
Y-yes, I will be.
[ Alkaid closes her eyes and her hold on his person tightens. She cannot promise that she will remain unscathed or unharmed. It is always possible that the Dravanians will descend on Ishgard. Yet, she would not have him worry for her while he is so far away. At least, not in a way that would distract him from his own survival.
That way he might return to her--even if it would not truly be her, but his people in Ishgard.
She pauses for a moment, then in a voice above a whisper: ] What will you do for the rest of the night?
[ If they could but stay this way tonight and for several more days besides, perhaps Aymeric would be contented by having that much time with her. But alas, there is no time, and it seems that all he has is what hours remain of the day before he must retire. The orders came somewhat unexpectedly, even though all Temple Knights remain in a state of having to be ready to leave with very little notice.
But where he previously marched off to fight without much hesitation, now he finds himself not only hesitating but regretting that he must take his leave of her. She will be in his thoughts while he is gone: not a distraction but someone that he has become quite fond of in seemingly a short period of time. ]
I think that when I am away and the only sounds are those of fighting and steel clashing on the claws of dragons, I will remember your voice and imagine you describing those places to me, even though I have yet to hear you speak of it. And I would tell you all that you wished to hear about Coerthas and Ishgard too.
[ Instinctively, and almost without thinking, he finds himself leaning against her for one brief moment. Perhaps it is odd, and perhaps improper, but he finds he likes her closeness and wishes to maintain it for as long as he might before she either pulls away or rebuffs him. Not that he imagines she will, given her own words and actions, but perhaps she does not wish to be attached to someone who must leave with very little warning. And, naturally, there is no assurance that he will return. Death comes for all of them, of course, but so many have already fallen in the course of this long war with the Dravanians. ]
Are you certain? Shall I- I mean to say, there are those that I could task with coming to look in on you and inquire as to your needs. It is the very least that I can do, and I fear that it is barely of use or significance.
[ His expression falls just slightly and for a moment, his lips press together into a thin line. ] I must see to my belongings and ensure that I am prepared to leave with the others. Aside from that, I am not sure.
[ He is sure of one thing, however, and that is that sleep will not be coming easily to him tonight. ]
[ She does not rebuff him or turn him away. He leans into her hold and she returns the notion. Just enough until he most certainly will slip back into the posture befitting a man of his position. A Temple Knight, a Lord of a noble house. She is quite small and insignificant compared to such things. A Miqo'te from a distant land with the ability to heal hardly stands up to those who have slain dragons and gleam in white armor of knighthood to their church. She is an outsider to his culture and life... and he most certainly must have his gaze set to someone else who is much more deserving of not only a place in his society, but at his side as well. The mere thought causes her heart to beat painfully, even if she is aware that is most certainly the case. ]
I am certain... but, if you would wish to have the knowledge I am well, I would hardly turn them away. [ Her two-toned gaze lifts slightly, but she cannot bring herself to look at him. Her expression would betray her. This circumstance is difficult enough without him seeing the heartbreak on her face. Especially when he may not return the notion. ] Perhaps I might learn more of Ishgard from them as well.
[ Her hold tightens on him just a bit more. He may rebuke her suggestion... ]
Might I join you? To help prepare your things. [ Alkaid stares at the ground beneath them as the fear of rejection settles in. ] I can tell you all of Gridania and the Shroud while you ready. You've surely eaten already, so I could not offer that as well...
[ She will do anything to keep him from leaving her just yet. Hopefully, her suggestion does not come off as transparent as she feels. ]
[ A man of his position... He is a knight, and a lord, by Ishgardian reckoning, but when he stops to consider himself, he knows that he is only a man, and not particularly impressive at that. After all, there are many knights and lords, some of whom have far greater accomplishments and come from greater stock than he does. And those others have the benefit of being wanted. The issue of his parentage does not consume all of his thoughts, and yet there is some small part of him that wants to earn the approval of his father... Both of his fathers, if he is being honest.
And as for her, well- If he allows himself to dream, he believes that he could see them together in the future, but he will not ask her to wait for him. Who knows how many battles there will be to fight? And who knows if he will return from all of them? Even if she were someone that he had known for countless years instead of a short handful of days, he still would not tie her down with an uncertain promise that he will return. ]
The fight is not only on the front lines, but here as well. [ He knows that they are in some measure of danger here, because what is stopping the Dravanians from bringing a direct attack on the city? ] If I could take measures to see you all protected, I would without hesitation.
[ But he manages a smile for her. ] They would gladly tell you anything you wished to know.
[ But then she asks that question, and his expression shifts to one of surprise. ]
I must admit that I had rather selfishly hoped for more of your company tonight, so should you wish to accompany me, I will not turn you away. [ He hesitates for a moment before continuing, as he does not wish to trouble her further nor cause her to worry. ] I have yet to eat, as I have been otherwise occupied. [ For lack of a better word. He finds that any appetite he might have had has seemingly fled for the moment.
But then a realization hits him, and he is quick to offer an apology. ] I am sorry, my intrusion upon you must have interrupted your own dinner. It was rather ill-timed on my part, I must admit.
[ In a way, there is nothing more she can do but to simply wait? She waits for the next who must be tended to, the next to one who must be healed. Surely she could travel and see the world, but with what coin? All she might do is in service to the Conjurer Guild, and thus she has little to her name. There is a part of her that yearns to see more, to do more, yet she is on the path she has chosen. Perhaps that path has lead her to him--even for a short while. ]
Then, perhaps you should leave that to us: the ones left here at home. We can take care of home and hearth so that you will have a place to return to.
[ Her ears lift at his smile, for she truly believes he does not smile enough. If the circumstances had been different? She could of melted against him...
Instead, she laughs gently. ] I have yet to eat, Ser. And neither was dinner being prepared.
[ Such a life is difficult for him to imagine. The trajectory of his own life seems clear enough to him, even though it was not always that way. Perhaps there is a part of him that wishes for a simpler life, a life in which he was not a lord but perhaps a mere soldier... or a farmer, or a horseman. Something different from what he is in reality. But such thoughts are foolishness, and he ought not give any time to them. ]
I suppose that I could do that, but home and hearth can be repaired and replaced. Friends and loved ones cannot. [ And she might note that his use of words implies that he considers her a friend already. For him, the distinction between a friend and a loved one exists, but it does not take much for him to begin to care for another, in a protective sense. He does not have many friends, but the ones that he does have, he intends to keep as long as possible. ]
Then perhaps that should be our next course of action.
[ She smiles gently at the word used to describe her: friend. It feels lacking in her heart, for she feels more and wishes to shower him in all the affection she can hold in her heart. Their small exchange has proven one thing to herself: the emotion she truly feels when he is near. ]
Yes, perhaps it should be.
[ Another moment passes before she finally removes her arms from around him. She looks down, instantly feeling the regret of the very notion itself. Her hands flex before stepping to his side once more. They encircle his arm and hand again, raising her two toned eyes to his. ]
[ In truth, he would use another word to describe her, but to do so now would feel like he is only reaching, grasping for something that is not his to take. He wishes to have more time with her, to find out her likes and dislikes, her hopes and dreams... but it seems that there is no time. And even worse, he fears that if he lets her in, when they inevitably must part, it will be even harder for them both.
When she removes her arms from around him, he realizes that he already misses her touch, and yet carrying on in such a way might be seen as inappropriate by others, should they be spotted. And even if they are not, perhaps this conduct is unbecoming on his part. So for a moment, he falls silent even as he offers her a smile and does as requested. ]
As you wish. [ He walks along in silence for another second or two before he poses a question to her. ] Do you or any of the others in your delegation want for anything? Might there be something that those of us who call Ishgard home can assist you with?
[ They are there to assist them, of course, but in his mind, they have already helped the people so much that he wishes to do something in return for them, if he is able. ]
[ Perhaps it would be harder, but, Alkaid has learned that partings are simply a part of the way her life is. Not that there are many sad things, but, she has seen many adventurers and soldiers come and go. Waiting for someone to return... while it most certainly would be difficult? The idea that someone may wish her to wait for them? No, perhaps it is better to say that, the notion of being wanted warms her heart in a certain way that nothing else yet has.
Her fingers slide between his again with her cheek gently pressing into his arm. There is a warmth in her heart that she has not experienced before. Brushing her fingers along his brings a feeling of contentment and just overall... correctness? She lacks the proper word for it, but, it feels as if it should. Perhaps he might find it improper if she shared it. ]
Some bemoan our lodgings, but we are blessed as it is to have a place within the city. Some miss home. I... find myself content here. [ She is certain it is because he is present. ] If you know of any in Ishgard that are in need of aid, they would be glad to be directed to them.
[ He wishes to ask her if she might consider waiting for him, if she does not have to leave Ishgard before he can return, and barring that, if he might send letters to her while he is away. The truth of the matter is, he wishes to continue their friendship, or relationship, such as it is, in hopes that it might grow into something more.
And as for the night ahead of them, he finds he does not wish to be alone. But to ask if she would consent to remaining with him until the hour grows late and she needs to retire feels entirely too forward and inappropriate, and so he does not speak of it. ]
If I could offer up my own home for you and yours to use, I would without a doubt. [ But he imagines such an action would also be frowned upon. ] I know of many who are troubled by the prolonged nature of this war, and some of them grow disheartened of ever seeing its resolution. [ He has those moments himself, but his concern is ever focused on others, not on himself. ] Rest assured that your very presence here is a comfort.
The offer means everything, even if it is something we could not take. [ She smiles gently to herself. Her heart flutters at the idea of sharing a home with him. Of course, they are simply friends, even if she longs for more. It is an unseemly thought by Ishgard standards. ] Then, we will continue as we have. I only hope that we do not catch the ire of the Heavens' Ward...
[ Alkaid casts a glance to the side and further leans against his arm. There is no secret that the Heavens' Ward are not keen on the outsiders that have come to Isghard. While most see their presence as aid from a citystate that wishes to build alliances? There are many, including the elite guard of the Archbishop, that see them as outsiders to meddle in affairs. They have gone this far with their astrologians, knights, and dragoons. They've no need for anything else. ]
I don't wish for us to be cast out after all we've helped you with now.
[ And, on a selfish note, she does not wish to be sent away from him. ]
Can you not? I am, of course, aware that there are those who can and will talk, but I cannot help but feel as though I ought to give you something in return for your service. Nay, I want to give you something in return for the aid you have given all of us.
[ They may be only friends, but he does feel indebted to her already. And what is more, he wishes that they could be more than merely friends. ] Should the eye of the Heavens' Ward fall upon us, rest assured that I will not allow any discomfort nor shame to fall on you.
[ His lips turn up as if he wants to smile, but his expression remains wholly serious. ]
I will not allow anyone to cast you out, not when you have done so much good already. And, I hope that you will continue to do so. [ Not for himself, of course, but for his fellow Ishgardians who may need it more. Even so, he too does not wish to see her sent away from him either. ]
...I would imagine it would cause more conflict for all of you than needed. Given we are outsiders. [ Her voice drops to a quieter tone, gaze drifting to the side. There is already contention within the city due to the outsiders. She would not wish to make more of it. Even then, her hand in his tightens it's hold. How she would love to stay close to him. ] But, I shall ask the others and see what they think of your proposal.
[ Alkaid nods gently to his statements. While her feelings for him remains at the forefront of her mind? She does wish to continue to aid his people. The Elder Seedseer hopes to bridge an alliance between the two city states, but, Alkaid does not care for the politics. She only wishes to help those in need. ]
[ He smiles once again, offering her a slightly wider one this time, even as he gently shakes his head. ] If conflict arises, we will handle it. Or I shall, as I feel inclined to extend all the invitations and hospitality to you and those who accompany you, so as to make all of you feel at home while you are here.
[ He is unsure why he feels so strongly about this, but they are here to help, and they have been nothing but kind to all of them. There is a part of him that feels compelled to offer kindness in return. ]
I realize I do not know very much about you. [ At least, not yet. ] Would you satisfy a simple soldier's curiosity and tell me something about yourself?
[ He is certain she will raise an eyebrow at how he refers to himself, but after all, he is but a mere soldier among many. He certainly does not presume to think their relationship, such as it is, will be a lasting one, what with the nature of war. But at the same time, should he survive and return home, he wishes to attempt to court her, if she is open to such a thing. ]
[ Alkaid raises her gaze to his face once more. Truly, she did not expect any in Isgard to welcome them so. While they have done good and aided several citizens and soldiers alike? She feels as if there is more to his gratitude... or perhaps she is merely wishing there would be. She smiles at him, unable to help the affection--and dare she say love--from leaking into her gaze. ]
You may need allies should it come to the Heavens' Ward, Ser Aymeric.
[ She does note how he refers to himself. A mere knight? Is he not also a lord, having inherited the title and name from his parents? He is nobility, and yet he is so humble. The urge to kiss him strikes once more, but she withholds. It surely would be unwanted. ]
I have a sister who studies in Limsa Lominsa as an archanist, but she surely has graduated from the arts now. We both left our tribes, as many young Miqo'tes do, but I am not certain either of us wishes to return home. [ What else may be appealing to him? ] She is my twin sister.
[ Though, perhaps that is not of herself as he might wish? Or perhaps not as personal as he'd like? ] I love sweets--as does my sister. Lilies are my favorite flower.
[ For his part, he is wishing for something that he feels he has no right to. It is not something he should wish for nor pursue, and yet there is a part of him that is reaching out for it, even if he is uncertain how to obtain it or ask for what he wishes.
The look in her eyes nearly undoes his resolve and determination to conduct himself as a soldier would, and as an Ishgardian would, because he very much wishes to tell her how he truly feels. And barring telling her so with words, showing her his true feelings. But alas, he finds that he cannot, as she might well find it improper and thus turn away. ]
You are right, of course, and I ought to have more sense than to speak as I have, and yet...
[ He shakes his head, clearly conflicted and pulled between his wants and more practical actions. ]
Oh, you have a sister? And she is your twin, no less. I imagine that you must miss her, and she must do the same. I suppose neither of you know when you will see the other again. [ He has no siblings, and so he cannot speak with any experience concerning the bonds between siblings, but he can imagine well enough that they look forward to seeing each other again.
His lips turn up into a smile as he makes note of the words she has said. It is a fool's hope, of course, to think that their paths might bring them back to Ishgard one day, but he know that should that happen, he would take steps to ensure that sweets of varying kinds and lilies are at hand to offer both of them. Never mind that he does not know Alkaid's sister, but if she is half as kind, he is certain he will like her just as much. ]
Is there a sort of sweet that you favor over others?
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❄️ — war drums beat.
let us see how long these tags get!
The Pillars rise so high that she must tilt her head back to see them. The statues of knights of eld are either pristine or in ruin, depending on which part of the city one steps in. The entire city itself bathes in a sense of something ancient and yet current; locked forever around a singular moment of wartime. The harpoons to strike at dragons remain well oiled, while parts of the city are in complete disarray. At first, she had no idea where to truly look first, as she and the other few of the Conjurer Guild stood at the main gates to the city. Although everyone else seemed to look at her, as none others were robed in white with red under fabrics, and a hood dawning her head. The markings of the white mage stand out against the conjurers, as they would, given very few white mages exist on the star now.
Alkaid Mercedes, a strange name for a Miqo'te and a monkier as well, and the conjurers had been tasked with aiding the Ishgardians in their war with the dragons. War looms on the horizon for Eorzea as a whole, with whispers of what the Empire might do. Gridania had hoped that by aiding Ishghard, they might see the favor returned should war truly come. Alkaid had her reservations of recieving any benefits, and instead, took to aiding soldiers as best she could. Eventually, the handful of conjurers and one white mage were led to Ishgard and permitted to stay within the city. Rumor of the conflict with dragons stirring beyond skirmishes once more whisper, and it would seem the Holy See would prefer their visitors closer than further away.
A place was provided to them within the Brume: Ishgard's more unsavory housing. However, none of them seemed to mind, and Alkaid certainly has not. They are the people in need the most in Ishgard, and if nothing else, the people can be served if the Temple Knights cannot. Which, of course, is not to say that the Conjurer Guild representatives have not helped the Knights. They had helped several Knights in the field around the Vigils of the green pastures of Corethas.
One knight in particular caught her gaze immediately. He was handsome, but in pain, and thus Alkaid focused her attentions on healing him. The moment their eyes met, however, she felt an immediate flush to her cheeks. His eyes were the color of the sky, and truthfully, she cannot recall what else might have been said in those moments. Her heart pounded with its echo in her ears, and the only thing that seemed to matter to her in that room was the knight in her care. There had been a surge of emotions she truly has yet to sort out, but, the instant attraction was the most obvious.
It had been hard to pull away from him to move to the next who needed her aid, and she somehow found herself always looking for one Ser Aymeric de Borel afterwards. Luck must have shined on her, for gratitude and introductions eventually turned into shared meals. Even so much to the point that she made a note of where she might usually find him within Isghard's walls when the Conjurer Guild had been relocated.
Her thoughts have, as usual, turned towards him as she sits in the small living space of the home afforded to them. Her fellows have either set to dinner or are resting in various places of the small venue. Yet, her eyes remain on the ceiling, with her hands folded in her lap. She realizes she does not truly know where in the city that Ser Aymeric lives. How could she find out, without fanning rumors already muttered in the streets of the Last Vigil? Would he prefer homemade treats when he is called to temporary stations at the Vigils around Corethas? Or, does the staff he surely has in his home take care of it? Should it truly matter? She is merely a visiting healer, and no doubt her heart is the only one that beats so quickly when they are together, and aches when they are not...
Her ears twitch at the sound of a knock. Alkaid glances at the nearest clock to check the time, curious as to who might be calling them at this hour. The most logical answer would be the Temple Knights requesting their aid once more. A sigh leaves the white mage before she soothes her robes and makes her way to the door. A hand settles on the handle and for a moment she dreads the idea of seeing a Knight at the other side of the door, having been sent to fetch the conjurers. Alkaid closes her eyes to push the exhaustion away from her person. Her shoulders square, and she opens the door. ]
Is there something I can do for... [ Alkaid's statement drifts off once she realizes who it is at the door. Her ears lift underneath her hood and she immediately feels the rush of red to her face. ] Ser Aymeric?
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Ser Aymeric is somewhere in the middle of all this. He knows his duty is to continue fighting for his people and his home, but the exhaustion of the prolonged war is beginning to settle in for him as it has for so many before him. To abandon the fight, to no longer be a soldier- these things are unacceptable and he will not think of them, but when he took yet another wound while locked in a fight with a dragon, he had to wrestle once again with those thoughts. Oh, he has had wounds before, but they were only superficial. This one was far deeper and drew more blood, and thus he was required to receive healing from one of the conjurers who had come to Ishgard.
What he could not have anticipated was how this healer, this Alkaid Mercedes, would catch his eye. Her touch was gentle yet skilled, and her words and the looks she gave him were kind. Something stirred inside him, a feeling of being loved, and while he was not unaccustomed to being loved, as he knows he is loved by his parents, he has never really known love from anyone but them. And perhaps what he is feeling is not love, but merely the obligation of a healer to her patient.
After all, he is merely one of the rank and file, a Temple Knight, nothing to write home about. Surely she has a love of her own waiting for her to return from her time here.
Still, events transpired a little differently than he had intended them to, and before he even knew what was happening, he found himself sharing meals with her and spending brief moments of time in her company whenever they could mange it.
Now, however, things have changed once more. Orders have come from the front lines, and a contingent of Temple Knights are needed at one of the Vigils in the area. Such is the way of soldiers and war, and he does not begrudge his orders nor his duty. But now, he cannot simply march off to war without looking back. Perhaps she will not care, as they are but acquaintances, but he feels duty bound to at least tell Mistress Alkaid herself that he must go and take his leave of her.
Whenever he is called to the front lines of the war, the thought occurs to him that perhaps not all of them who leave will return. Some will return injured, but others will never come home again. For reasons he can only guess at, the notion of his mortality is at the forefront of his thoughts this evening, and so he has resolved that he must give a proper farewell to Alkaid, letting her know that he is leaving and that she will be in his thoughts, but also steeling himself for the possibility that he might not return home.
The conjurers have been given lodging in the Brume, and if it were up to him, he would see to it that they had lodgings in another part of town, but alas, it is not. His steps lead him to where he has been told they are staying, and once he arrives, he knocks upon the door. She is quick to answer, and when he sees her there framed in the doorway, a small smile crosses his face. ]
Ah, Mistress Alkaid, just who I hoped to find this evening. [ A look of uncertainty comes to his face then, as while he does not mind if they are observed during this conversation, he would prefer to have some privacy, if possible. ]
Might now be a good time for us to speak to one another?
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Instead, she leans against the door slightly, unable to contain the wide smile that spreads across her face. Her tail does certain move underneath the robes, hidden from view of everyone else. Alkaid has never been shy of her racial status. Instead, it seems as if all in Ishgard are cloaked nearly head to toe, and she does not wish to stand out more than she most certainly does already. Her two-toned eyes quickly take him in. There seems to be no issues from the wound that caused them to meet, but his attire is certainly different. Handsome formal attire that she would expect the Lords of Houses to wear... which, he most certainly is one. As that reminding notion settles in her mind, she a sinking feeling begins to tug at her heart. The beating of her heart turns from excitement to anxiousness.
Something has happened, and her mind has an idea of just what that might be.
Ishgard is at war after all.
Alkaid slips from the door and closes it behind her. Her gaze locks to his as she searches for an unsaid answer to her own unsaid suspicions. ]
It is certainly not hard to find a Miqo'te in Ishgard, Ser Aymeric. [ She smiles for him regardless of her own emotions.
Her hands fold together before glancing down to see where his might be. She has always been rather forward by Isghard's standards, but surely taking his hands and pulling him away might be too much. The urge to do so remains strong, to the point where her fingers begin to twist one another simply to keep them busy as the nerves build inside. ]
Of course! [ She takes the step to stand directly in front of him. ] Do you have somewhere in mind?
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His duty has never chafed, nor has he ever wished to put it aside, but when the news came that they were to leave for their next post, he found himself being considerably more heavy-hearted about it than he had anticipated. Even as he prepared himself for what was intended to be a last gathering before he and his regiment of soldiers departed, his thoughts traveled to Alkaid and to the farewell he knew he must give.
But for all of the regret he has that he must say good-bye, he is truly happy to see her and to at least have this last time with her before he has to go. ]
I suppose not, and yet I was not entirely certain I had the right address for your location. There are many places within the Brume, after all.
[ He realizes belatedly that his posture has fallen away just a touch, and so he is quick to straighten back up again into a stance fitting a soldier. ]
I had hoped that you might walk with me for a time. And if you are inclined to- To take my hand, you may. [ He extends said hand to her, knowing that his nervousness must show in his expression and in the slowness with which he moves. ]
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Many places and many people that are in need of aid. Not just in the Brume, but all through Ishgard and Corethas.
[ Alkaid looks back to him as he speaks once more. Her eyes drop to his hand. Her breath catches in her throat. It takes a moment, but her hands unfold from one another before taking his hand. Her fingers brush against his, and it feels as if shocks run up her arm. She glances up at him to see anything in his gaze reflects that he has felt the same thing.
Without her realizing it, her fingers slide between his to hold his hand. Alkaid steps beside him and wraps her other arm around his. She leans against him slightly, looking up at him with a small smile. ]
Of course, Ser Aymeric. I'll accompany you anywhere you'd like to go.
hold my haaaaaand
Perhaps if a day comes that he is no longer a Knight, then he might be able to contribute something to restoring the city that he loves so much. ]
Indeed. And had I the time for it, I would offer aid myself. It seems a poor excuse to say that my responsibilities as a Temple Knight prevent me from it, however. [ He shakes his head, a frown crossing his face. ] There must be more that I can do, and yet I still have not found a way to achieve that.
[ To say that the state of Ishgard troubles him is putting it mildly. And perhaps it is odd that he wishes to see the Brume in better condition than it presently is, but it is a part of his home, and so he cannot help having those desires.
He cannot help the surprise that crosses his face when she takes his hand, or when she leans against him and looks up at him. The very moment that her fingers twine with his, similar shockwaves travel up his arm. He is surprised, yes, but it is a pleasant kind of surprise. ]
I will not take you far nor keep you long, but I- [ I find myself wishing for company tonight. ] There is something I must tell you.
everything will be okay ;~; i heard from the heavens~
Alkaid glances downwards. If true, she wonders how much it weighs upon his shoulders. How much does it drive him? Is that why he loves his homeland so? ]
You cannot be everywhere and do everything, Ser. [ Her head tilts against his arm slightly. ] Perhaps aiding those in your direct sphere of influence will help inspire them to help those here within the city walls.
[ A hopeful statement, but, Alkaid has often been told she hopes when there should be none.
Her head raises at his statement and her gaze moving to his once more. The beating of her heart returns and that unsettling nervousness strikes her again. Something he must tell her? Perhaps it is good news: something pleasant in the time of unending war. Oh, she wishes she could believe that, but him standing in such formal attire tells her otherwise. ]
You can keep me as long as you'd like. [ Her statement is soft spoken. However, how her hold tightens around his hand most certainly will share her conviction otherwise. ] We can speak about all you wish as well. Anything.
[ Because, I've come to love the sound of your voice.
Once they begin to walk, Alkaid gently rubs her cheek into his arm. The hand resting on his arm idling moves up and down in a form of comforting gesture for the pair of them. The nervousness in her heart has begun to settle into the idea she does not wish to give voice to just yet. The idea that this might be the last time for a long while they will be able to walk and speak with one another. ]
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His fellow Temple Knights, who he thinks of as his brothers, feel the same love of country and people as he does, and when they are together, they do what they can to share each other's burdens. After all, when they are sent to their next mission, who else do they have but each other?
Even so, the others that he fights alongside do not have the background that Aymeric does. They are not the illegitimate son of the Archbishop, and in his mind, they do not have so much that they need to prove. So in that respect, Alkaid's thoughts do not stray too far from the mark. ]
Of course, you are right. It is hardly reasonable to strive to be everywhere and take on every task, and yet something inside me tells me I must make every effort. [ He huffs out a quiet laugh and shakes his head once. ] 'tis foolishness, I am sure, but I cannot rid myself of those thoughts.
There is much to be done and the need of the people is great, but even as a Temple Knight, I fear there is very little I can contribute save to go to war and fight for Ishgard. And lest you come to the wrong conclusion, I believe- I know there are others who desire the same future as I. They would see the Brume and other areas like it cared for.
But wishing for something and taking the necessary steps to see it come to fruition are two very different things.
[ He feels, not for the first time, the weight of what he sees as the responsibility he has to his people and his home begin to fall upon him once more. But for the moment, there truly is not much he can do. Perhaps on his next return home after being at the front, he can take a more active role in things within the city.
But his thoughts have wandered far enough and he is quick to focus upon her once more. ]
I imagine what I have to tell you will not take long at all. I would not keep you longer than I must, as I am certain you have things you wish to do this evening.
[ Oh, if only he had happier news to give her. And if only he did not have to part from her so soon. Time seems to be moving at a fast pace against his will, and soon enough, his steps will lead him to the front lines once more.
The feel of her cheek against his arm warms him and encourages him, and a small smile crosses his face. If only he could stay like this forever, but as he cannot, he is doing his best to commit every moment of their time together to memory so that when he is far from her, he can think back to this and remember. ]
Would you rather walk as we talk, or shall we find a place to sit for a moment?
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[ Perhaps all Ishgard truly needs is a helping hand from the outside. While they are a closed off nation and seemingly worried of trusting outsiders? Alkaid cannot help but feel that much of their city could be restored if they only asked for aid. Supplies, helping hands, something that could turn the people's attention to something other than the war. ]
I'm not as busy as you would imagine me to be, Ser. [ Her gaze drifts to the side. Then, she steps closer to him to press herself against his arm. ] ...I... would spend as much time with you as you would allow. Even if it would not take any time at all.
[ As I've come to love our time together.
Her hand in his curls tightly for a moment at his question. She would prefer he simply say it so that they can spend more time together. ]
Tell me as we walk... then, we can find somewhere warm to sit.
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Is it his place to try and set himself apart by his actions? Perhaps it would be better if he blended into the crowd and did not stand out so much. But then if he did, who would strive to make things better for all who call Ishgard home? Perhaps he is far too idealistic and should be more pragmatic, but he believes he learned valuable lessons from the man who raised him, the only father he truly knows. ]
I must admit that it surprises me that you so readily accept what I am saying. [ But perhaps it ought not to be so surprising. She is a healer, and therefore must have a caring streak, or she would have chosen another occupation. ] I would have whatever you choose to give, your services and your company, if I might be bold enough to ask for both.
[ And then the fear that he is overstepping settles in. He has no right to make decisions nor the power to enact them, and certainly if any knew of what he was thinking, he surely would be reprimanded. ]
Then... Then I am glad to have your company. [ He truly is, and although he barely understands why, he finds himself loathe to leave Ishgard for the front lines. Some of it has to do with her and the knowledge that he must leave her behind. But combined with that is the fear that something dire will happen to the city and the people he cares so much about. Of course, they do not leave Ishgard undefended, and yet he still finds himself worrying.
Still, he knows that when he leaves, it is her that he will miss. ]
I must admit that I sought to find you this evening because- Because I ought to do you the courtesy of telling you in person, rather than allowing you to hear of it from another.
[ His fingers curl slightly around hers, as if he wishes to hold onto her hand but is somehow still apprehensive about that very thing. ]
Orders arrived recently, and I- [ In almost the same smooth motion, his shoulders slide forward only to straighten up just seconds later. ] My regiment is being sent to the Stone Vigil to engage with the Dravanians once more.
[ His expression falls just slightly as he finds himself warring with the desire to serve and the desire to remain with her, but even so, he knows what he must do. ]
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[ Alkaid pauses then. ] It is not judgement, simply a statement of facts. While I have trained in Gridania, that is far from my birthplace. My twin sister and I left our clan and parted ways to pursue our respective studies... and while Gridania has been where I reside for a fair amount of years? It is not home. Then again, neither was my clan... as strange as it might sound for a Miqo'te to say. [ Her gaze shifts downwards with a small frown on her face. ] To have a place to call home is one thing, while it is another to defend it with such love and devotion. It is entirely another thing to devote those emotions to the people of your home and their well-being, not just the walls that make up your home.
So... yes, I find it admirable. [ A bashful smile touches her face. ] And you may call upon my company whenever you wish.
[ Despite having so many things to share a moment before, she finds that now she has none as he continues. Her hand in his curls tightly around his, even as he debates with himself about returning the motion. Gods, she wishes she had been wrong. She almost wishes he had been there to turn her away and go on about how it was improper for them to meet as they do. Yet, even that idea causes her heart to clench and feel as if it had stopped beating.
She knew this is what it was. Deep down, below the nervousness, she knew there was no other reason a Temple Knight would come to a woman dressed so. The hand at his arm curls tightly and she remains there, silent as he continues on. Recently? How recent? Has he prepared to march away already? When is he to depart? So many questions fly through her mind she hardly knows where to begin in asking for details. Perhaps, though, details do not matter.
They move to the higher levels of the Brume before she acts. The rational part of her mind is already scolding her for what she wishes to do. They are in a war, he is a soldier, it was to happen at some point. Yet, there is a gripping fear deep within her that she might lose him. How is that to be? He is not hers to lose. By standards they are merely acquaintances, and yet... yet...
Alkaid acts in a fluid motion almost as if she had practiced it. She steps in front of him. Then, her arms leave his only to wrap around his frame. Her forehead rests gently to his chest as she simply stands there. Hands curl into the fabric of his formal military garb. Her eyes shut tightly and she remains standing where she is.
The Stone Vigil is not far from Ishgard to her knowledge, considering where the other Vigils remain. However, it says more that they worry for the Dravanians coming so much closer to their city. Alkaid lets out a shaky breath before inhaling once more to quell the feelings storming inside her chest.
What if you are hurt and I am not there to heal you? What if another catches your eye? Maybe an Elezen, graceful and schooled in the art of the healing natural to your country. One who would certainly be better for you... and even if you come home it would be with her...
What if you never come home to me?
Her shoulders shake even with her best attempts to not allow them to. ]
...when must you go?
[ She curses herself within her own mind at how soft her voice is. How withdrawn--how scared she must sound. Surely it is unbecoming to a Knight whose life has been filled with war since he was born. ]
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Nevertheless, I find the glimpses you have given me of places beyond our borders fascinating. I am- Well, I suppose you might say that I am not very well-traveled. I could describe at length the city and the surrounding areas, but I do not know much at all about the places you have mentioned. I cannot very well travel from these lands, at least not at the present time, but perhaps one day I will.
[ As for the present and what awaits him in the morning, he feels there is much and more he must say to her before their paths diverge. ]
I have greatly enjoyed our time together and the time that you gave me. Should the worst happen and I- I mean to say that the memories of the time we have spent together, short as it has been, will remain with me. If I could remain here and spend more time with you, I would without a second's thought, but my duties are clear. I apologize that I must take my leave of you, even for a time.
[ He has yet to learn how to craft an impassive mask that hides his emotions, and despite his best efforts to hide his face from her, he knows she can see what is clearly written upon his face: regret that he must leave her, but also the resolve to do his duty as a knight of Ishgard. ]
We are to depart tomorrow, early in the morning. By all accounts, there is much to be done at the Vigil, as the Dravanians are not known for giving reprieves in between their attacks.
[ He does not wish to worry her, but the news of the state of the Vigil is less than reassuring. They are summoned because reinforcements are needed to bolster the dwindling numbers, and he finds he does not wish to dwell too long on that subject. War comes with loss, yes, but he has friends among the Temple Knights, and he finds himself ill-prepared to face the knowledge that some of those friends will never return home.
After a moment, he poses a question to her. ]
Will you be all right? [ Perhaps he should see about enlisting the aid of the household staff to look in on her in his absence. Or perhaps that would be overstepping. But he strongly desires to have the assurance that she will be well, even if that assurance is not his to have. ]
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Even though she wishes it was more. ]
Then, I should tell you of all the places beyond the borders of Corethas. How Eorzea looks, feels, sounds. [ Her tone remains quiet, gentle, reeling still from the news. ] All you need is people who can help make those words a reality, Ser. And... you can count me among those people if you wish. And, also if you would wish to, I would hear all of Corethas and Ishgard. Any detail you would wish to share with me.
[ Anything that would keep their conversation going; anything that would keep him with her just a bit longer.
Her ears fold down to her head, which must certainly be a strange sight for an Elezen. She bites the inside of her mouth, doing her best not to let the water that gathers in her eyes escape. He values their moments together in such a way? Her heart gives an excited beat, but she reminds herself that there surely no reason for a Temple Knight--a Lord--to be interested in a healer from Gridania. While only a handful of white mages exist now? Surely, that is not enough to catch his eye. At least, not in the way he has caught hers.
She turns her head, pressing her cheek to his chest now. There is a wish that he would hold her in return, but, it surely is far too forward for Ishgardian. ]
Y-yes, I will be.
[ Alkaid closes her eyes and her hold on his person tightens. She cannot promise that she will remain unscathed or unharmed. It is always possible that the Dravanians will descend on Ishgard. Yet, she would not have him worry for her while he is so far away. At least, not in a way that would distract him from his own survival.
That way he might return to her--even if it would not truly be her, but his people in Ishgard.
She pauses for a moment, then in a voice above a whisper: ] What will you do for the rest of the night?
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But where he previously marched off to fight without much hesitation, now he finds himself not only hesitating but regretting that he must take his leave of her. She will be in his thoughts while he is gone: not a distraction but someone that he has become quite fond of in seemingly a short period of time. ]
I think that when I am away and the only sounds are those of fighting and steel clashing on the claws of dragons, I will remember your voice and imagine you describing those places to me, even though I have yet to hear you speak of it. And I would tell you all that you wished to hear about Coerthas and Ishgard too.
[ Instinctively, and almost without thinking, he finds himself leaning against her for one brief moment. Perhaps it is odd, and perhaps improper, but he finds he likes her closeness and wishes to maintain it for as long as he might before she either pulls away or rebuffs him. Not that he imagines she will, given her own words and actions, but perhaps she does not wish to be attached to someone who must leave with very little warning. And, naturally, there is no assurance that he will return. Death comes for all of them, of course, but so many have already fallen in the course of this long war with the Dravanians. ]
Are you certain? Shall I- I mean to say, there are those that I could task with coming to look in on you and inquire as to your needs. It is the very least that I can do, and I fear that it is barely of use or significance.
[ His expression falls just slightly and for a moment, his lips press together into a thin line. ] I must see to my belongings and ensure that I am prepared to leave with the others. Aside from that, I am not sure.
[ He is sure of one thing, however, and that is that sleep will not be coming easily to him tonight. ]
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I am certain... but, if you would wish to have the knowledge I am well, I would hardly turn them away. [ Her two-toned gaze lifts slightly, but she cannot bring herself to look at him. Her expression would betray her. This circumstance is difficult enough without him seeing the heartbreak on her face. Especially when he may not return the notion. ] Perhaps I might learn more of Ishgard from them as well.
[ Her hold tightens on him just a bit more. He may rebuke her suggestion... ]
Might I join you? To help prepare your things. [ Alkaid stares at the ground beneath them as the fear of rejection settles in. ] I can tell you all of Gridania and the Shroud while you ready. You've surely eaten already, so I could not offer that as well...
[ She will do anything to keep him from leaving her just yet. Hopefully, her suggestion does not come off as transparent as she feels. ]
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And as for her, well- If he allows himself to dream, he believes that he could see them together in the future, but he will not ask her to wait for him. Who knows how many battles there will be to fight? And who knows if he will return from all of them? Even if she were someone that he had known for countless years instead of a short handful of days, he still would not tie her down with an uncertain promise that he will return. ]
The fight is not only on the front lines, but here as well. [ He knows that they are in some measure of danger here, because what is stopping the Dravanians from bringing a direct attack on the city? ] If I could take measures to see you all protected, I would without hesitation.
[ But he manages a smile for her. ] They would gladly tell you anything you wished to know.
[ But then she asks that question, and his expression shifts to one of surprise. ]
I must admit that I had rather selfishly hoped for more of your company tonight, so should you wish to accompany me, I will not turn you away. [ He hesitates for a moment before continuing, as he does not wish to trouble her further nor cause her to worry. ] I have yet to eat, as I have been otherwise occupied. [ For lack of a better word. He finds that any appetite he might have had has seemingly fled for the moment.
But then a realization hits him, and he is quick to offer an apology. ] I am sorry, my intrusion upon you must have interrupted your own dinner. It was rather ill-timed on my part, I must admit.
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Then, perhaps you should leave that to us: the ones left here at home. We can take care of home and hearth so that you will have a place to return to.
[ Her ears lift at his smile, for she truly believes he does not smile enough. If the circumstances had been different? She could of melted against him...
Instead, she laughs gently. ] I have yet to eat, Ser. And neither was dinner being prepared.
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I suppose that I could do that, but home and hearth can be repaired and replaced. Friends and loved ones cannot. [ And she might note that his use of words implies that he considers her a friend already. For him, the distinction between a friend and a loved one exists, but it does not take much for him to begin to care for another, in a protective sense. He does not have many friends, but the ones that he does have, he intends to keep as long as possible. ]
Then perhaps that should be our next course of action.
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Yes, perhaps it should be.
[ Another moment passes before she finally removes her arms from around him. She looks down, instantly feeling the regret of the very notion itself. Her hands flex before stepping to his side once more. They encircle his arm and hand again, raising her two toned eyes to his. ]
Lead the way.
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When she removes her arms from around him, he realizes that he already misses her touch, and yet carrying on in such a way might be seen as inappropriate by others, should they be spotted. And even if they are not, perhaps this conduct is unbecoming on his part. So for a moment, he falls silent even as he offers her a smile and does as requested. ]
As you wish. [ He walks along in silence for another second or two before he poses a question to her. ] Do you or any of the others in your delegation want for anything? Might there be something that those of us who call Ishgard home can assist you with?
[ They are there to assist them, of course, but in his mind, they have already helped the people so much that he wishes to do something in return for them, if he is able. ]
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Her fingers slide between his again with her cheek gently pressing into his arm. There is a warmth in her heart that she has not experienced before. Brushing her fingers along his brings a feeling of contentment and just overall... correctness? She lacks the proper word for it, but, it feels as if it should. Perhaps he might find it improper if she shared it. ]
Some bemoan our lodgings, but we are blessed as it is to have a place within the city. Some miss home. I... find myself content here. [ She is certain it is because he is present. ] If you know of any in Ishgard that are in need of aid, they would be glad to be directed to them.
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And as for the night ahead of them, he finds he does not wish to be alone. But to ask if she would consent to remaining with him until the hour grows late and she needs to retire feels entirely too forward and inappropriate, and so he does not speak of it. ]
If I could offer up my own home for you and yours to use, I would without a doubt. [ But he imagines such an action would also be frowned upon. ] I know of many who are troubled by the prolonged nature of this war, and some of them grow disheartened of ever seeing its resolution. [ He has those moments himself, but his concern is ever focused on others, not on himself. ] Rest assured that your very presence here is a comfort.
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[ Alkaid casts a glance to the side and further leans against his arm. There is no secret that the Heavens' Ward are not keen on the outsiders that have come to Isghard. While most see their presence as aid from a citystate that wishes to build alliances? There are many, including the elite guard of the Archbishop, that see them as outsiders to meddle in affairs. They have gone this far with their astrologians, knights, and dragoons. They've no need for anything else. ]
I don't wish for us to be cast out after all we've helped you with now.
[ And, on a selfish note, she does not wish to be sent away from him. ]
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[ They may be only friends, but he does feel indebted to her already. And what is more, he wishes that they could be more than merely friends. ] Should the eye of the Heavens' Ward fall upon us, rest assured that I will not allow any discomfort nor shame to fall on you.
[ His lips turn up as if he wants to smile, but his expression remains wholly serious. ]
I will not allow anyone to cast you out, not when you have done so much good already. And, I hope that you will continue to do so. [ Not for himself, of course, but for his fellow Ishgardians who may need it more. Even so, he too does not wish to see her sent away from him either. ]
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[ Alkaid nods gently to his statements. While her feelings for him remains at the forefront of her mind? She does wish to continue to aid his people. The Elder Seedseer hopes to bridge an alliance between the two city states, but, Alkaid does not care for the politics. She only wishes to help those in need. ]
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[ He is unsure why he feels so strongly about this, but they are here to help, and they have been nothing but kind to all of them. There is a part of him that feels compelled to offer kindness in return. ]
I realize I do not know very much about you. [ At least, not yet. ] Would you satisfy a simple soldier's curiosity and tell me something about yourself?
[ He is certain she will raise an eyebrow at how he refers to himself, but after all, he is but a mere soldier among many. He certainly does not presume to think their relationship, such as it is, will be a lasting one, what with the nature of war. But at the same time, should he survive and return home, he wishes to attempt to court her, if she is open to such a thing. ]
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You may need allies should it come to the Heavens' Ward, Ser Aymeric.
[ She does note how he refers to himself. A mere knight? Is he not also a lord, having inherited the title and name from his parents? He is nobility, and yet he is so humble. The urge to kiss him strikes once more, but she withholds. It surely would be unwanted. ]
I have a sister who studies in Limsa Lominsa as an archanist, but she surely has graduated from the arts now. We both left our tribes, as many young Miqo'tes do, but I am not certain either of us wishes to return home. [ What else may be appealing to him? ] She is my twin sister.
[ Though, perhaps that is not of herself as he might wish? Or perhaps not as personal as he'd like? ] I love sweets--as does my sister. Lilies are my favorite flower.
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The look in her eyes nearly undoes his resolve and determination to conduct himself as a soldier would, and as an Ishgardian would, because he very much wishes to tell her how he truly feels. And barring telling her so with words, showing her his true feelings. But alas, he finds that he cannot, as she might well find it improper and thus turn away. ]
You are right, of course, and I ought to have more sense than to speak as I have, and yet...
[ He shakes his head, clearly conflicted and pulled between his wants and more practical actions. ]
Oh, you have a sister? And she is your twin, no less. I imagine that you must miss her, and she must do the same. I suppose neither of you know when you will see the other again. [ He has no siblings, and so he cannot speak with any experience concerning the bonds between siblings, but he can imagine well enough that they look forward to seeing each other again.
His lips turn up into a smile as he makes note of the words she has said. It is a fool's hope, of course, to think that their paths might bring them back to Ishgard one day, but he know that should that happen, he would take steps to ensure that sweets of varying kinds and lilies are at hand to offer both of them. Never mind that he does not know Alkaid's sister, but if she is half as kind, he is certain he will like her just as much. ]
Is there a sort of sweet that you favor over others?