lighthunter and her commander

[fordola]

[ It wasn't that the Lighthunter had become obsessed, per say, with the ability to fight the Light that stole Garlemald away, or so she claimed. The very Light that threatened to devour her soul, that roared in the loneliness and desires of her former Lord Zenos. The desires that devoured her mind, made her desperate.

And then she had been skewered with her own armour. And treated as if it was wrong... wrong to desire what consumed. Gently, painfully, she limped out - to go to Prastha, to report. ]

Ser. I apologize for the situation with the savage-- our guest. I simply thought--!!

[ Her salute was weak. She missed Garlemald so much... ]

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[waylaidwords]

[He gives her a short salute back- quick enough, before he settles.]

At least.

You thought that- perhaps he might hold what we needed. Yes?

[fordola]

Yes, my Lord. [ Her head bowed. ] Would that I was stronger.

[waylaidwords]

[He reaches out to her shoulder, touch lingering for just a moment. Sometimes… he wishes much the same thing, but…]. You're doing what you can. I… the Light does not seem to be a thing fought in such a way as we're used to.

…I have wondered, though, if you would hear me.

[fordola]

...I will always listen to you. [ She replied, her eyes closing. Had they always been that blue? That sharp? ]

[waylaidwords]

[…hells. He hates this, so much. He's- he's sure they're losing time. But he doesn't have answers- only a small hope.]. Thank you. What if- we returned to the source of this? To see if there is not information we could use for a counter-agent. Though- if we could produce something of the kind- it would need careful control.

[fordola]

...deep inside the Light? My Lord, I don't mean to discourage your thoughts, but--

--I've seen it there. It's horrifying. There's barely anything left.

[waylaidwords]

…is there enough there that we could survive a trip, though?

[He'll go back to the drawing board if he needs to, but… ah. He wnats- to make something happen.]

[fordola]

[ There's a long pause. ]

...we would need to bring some supplies, of course. Get one of the old magitek devices repaired up.

I wouldn't let you go alone, Lord Prastha.

[waylaidwords]

Of course. And an emergency escape.

[Oh. He gives her a small smile.]

I'd appreciate your company. We ought to prepare, then, aye?

[fordola]

Your brother will be in charge, then? [ She asked, with a small grin. ] I'll need to repair my armour - and as for an escape, we can get some crystals, right?

[waylaidwords]

[He nods, ears flicking up.]. Right. It should be fine. I'll make the arrangements- that will take a little time, but we can management. [He nods.]. It shouldn't take too many, for the two of us.

[fordola]

Even with my condition.

...I feel his presence more, Lord Prastha. [ she then admits, looking away. holding her helm close. ]

[waylaidwords]

…Fordola. [He reaches out to her again, eyes cautious, tail flicking.]. …that's another reason why I'd like to find an answer to this. But we'll manage this, as much as we can.

[fordola]

[ She puts a hand to him - a pure white hand, smooth and gentle. ] You care for me that much, my Lord?

[waylaidwords]

[It's a little worrying- there should be calluses. He moves one of his own to hold onto it.]. You came here with me.

[fordola]

Of course. I wouldn't abandon you. Even if you're, well...

...hah, I'm the one who killed Prince Zenos. You didn't take me down, though. I'm loyal to you, my Lord. [ She knows how wrong she feels. No-- how perfect she feels. How long does she have left, until she turns into another of those beasts...? As long as her Resonant can protect her, she'll continue to fight. ]

[waylaidwords]

…born of Eorzea. [He gives a sad smile, tail flicking.]. I appreciate it.

…more would have been destroyed otherwise. [A being that appeared near-incapable of thought- he wonders if there was another option, but- he doubts it, too. He squeezes her hand.]. You survived it. And so- I decided to place my faith in you. For however long it is- I'll do my best to look after you.

[fordola]

Pah. I was born of Eorzea as well.

[ She seemed to relax a little, at his touch. For a moment, her eyes appeared green again. But only for that moment. ] Should I call you my Lord or my Nunh. [ It's... a joke. ]

[waylaidwords]

Ahah, that's true. So we should certainly band together.

[…it's something. Better than nothing, and his ears prick up at that again- Prastha looks floored for a moment, before he chuckles.]. Well. Whichever you preferred. But I'd like to think of you as family.

[fordola]

[ She smiled more, before smirking. ] Family, huh. Well, I was the only rem left around that area after... well.

...Never told ya, did I? I saw the Flood coming. I saw it corrupt Lord Zenos.

[waylaidwords]

…ah. I'm sorry. I… none of this has been easy, but that especially…

I'm glad we could give you somewhere to be.

[fordola]

Hah. The fall of Ala Mhigo was quite a thing, my Lord. [ She smirked, but she looked so sad... ]

What sort of things do Miqo'te need for these sort of trips?

[waylaidwords]

…it was a good place, before. [He reaches out to hold her, gently. He wishes he could have done more to protect it.]

Hm. Nothing much more different than most other races, I should think- food, a tent to rest in…. Er, perhaps a brush. [If… anything gets into his tail.]

[fordola]

[ A pause, before she laughed a little. ] I'll likely need a brush as well. This long hair - it's not by choice.

[waylaidwords]

We can pack one for each of us. [His tail flicks, and he tilts his head, a little concerned.]. It's still growing?

[fordola]

Yeah, it is. [ She touches it. ] I tried cutting it off recently, you know. I think it's the Prince trying to come back, in a way.

[waylaidwords]

[Prastha rumbles, unsettled and displeased.]. I'm afraid I had a feeling it might be like that. But he can't have you. He won't.

[fordola]

...He won't. [ She repeated, smiling - before leaning into Prastha. ]

--permission to touch you, my Lord?

[waylaidwords]

Given and granted. If I might…?

[He lifts an arm, reaching out to put it around Fordola.]

[fordola]

[ She bundles into him for a hug. ] You don't need to ask me, you dummy.

[waylaidwords]

It's polite. There's been so much that's happened to you, too.

[He wraps both arms around her, hugging her tight- purring a little.]

[fordola]

[ She's so comfortable on him... giving a soft smile. ] Yeah... I guess. But, well...

Well.

[waylaidwords]

…you're here now. And we care about you.

[He smiles back, reaching up to stroke her hair.]