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Me? Hey, let's get to my room. [ She says, jumping off of him to catch some air, so she can begin to hover there and lead though the open door. ]

I came here around a year or two ago. [ She says, though - still deciding not to reveal who she is. ] I got caught in a nasty storm, and when I woke up, here I was.

All right- ah- hold on. [he stops- just to scribble a note to Minfilia. One less thing she should need to worry about when she wakes.

moenbryda pls. but Thancred nods, joining her- although he looks slightly doubtful.]

A storm? Bad enough to trouble the Father of Dragons?

[ There's a laugh, before she let out a deep chortle. ]

...Oh, right. I wasn't this way when I came here. But... things happened. [ A lot of things, if her tone fits. But she stops by a door - and there's even a doggy flap, but she lands on the handle. ]

A lot of things seem to- plenty of changes, too…

[…he should probably be Concerned. He eyes the flap for a moment- but waits, to see if she's got the handle.]

[ And she does manage to get the door open. It'd be easier if she turned back to her true form, but she liked being small. She flew in - the room seemed more of a small office, with a single soft bed and quite a few books, a few open on her desk.

Which she goes over to - a lot of the room was made to the scale of a Spoken, not a small dragon. But she has her own cushion on her desk, a Carbuncle-themed armrest seeming ready for the other. ]

Yeah... it's quite scary, when you first get here. What, with everything being so hard to explain and basically impossible.

[ If Thancred looked to the tables, he'd notice they were... well, books on all sorts of cryptids, and the physics of the universe - Aether, and what could be told from all kinds of crystals - some seemed to be the same book, but with small labels with numbers written on them. A few books also seemed to be hand-written journals. ]

[It looks very nice- very cozy. And not all that dragon-sized, which is… interesting. Does she share it…? Well, she and Urianger did seem close.]

It is- but obviously it's all happened…

[He goes over to the table, picking up one of the books to flip through.] But- well- is this your work? [he holds it out.]

Exactly. So there's no use debating it - but figuring it out? That's something we can do.

[ But she pauses, feeling her tail wagging softly. A little wary - perhaps this was a horde of some kind. A little soft chuckle left her lips. ] They are. Feel free to read them - that one's trying to figure out why Aetheryte don't seem to differ much between worlds.

Just what I was thinking. Something like that ought to help everyone, too.

[well- he didn't just start, at least!]

Oh- really? Well, that's useful- do you need to attune between worlds? [while he goes to sit down, flicking it open.]

Alas, you do. But once attuning to one, your spirit can connect to any you've attuned with in your main world. So I tend to pop though in Mor Dhona, so I can explore pretty easily.

[ Inside, there's quite a few diagrams - and rather neat writing, at that. Far too near for the little dragon. They're mostly maps of where certain worlds seem to hook up - liminal spaces that might be roamed though, with some numbers linking them. Don't mind that she's got her head poked up so she can keep looking at Thancred. ]

Well- that's a sight better than I might have hoped for, still. [he nods] It'd be a good spot, considering the location. There's always people coming and going…

[…huh. So she definitely has some other form, then? That's what this seems to suggest, at least. There's an absent-minded headscritch as he goes through that, thinking.]

Does that mean you travel through the worlds often?

And hey, if the Scions are around in that place, I can just rock in and most Yda'll defend me. [ She makes sure not to use Ydas' real name - Lyse trusted her so much.

But her tone seems to quiet, as she looks aside for a moment, looking to another of her books - one she crawls over to, to sit on. (it's her journal ssh) ] Yeah. Wish I could go home, but... can't go back to where they think you're dead, now can you?

She's a very good friend, isn't she?

[He closes the one he has for the moment, watching her.]

You…? [he shakes his head- reaches out to try to give her another headscritch.] I couldn't say. But it sounds… difficult to deal with at best.

She is. And she's the one who seems to accept this sort of thing the quickest. After Tataru, that is. I swear, that lady's hiding something big.

[ aw yiis she leans into it, with a little blep ]

As long as I've got my husband, I can handle staying here. I just hope they don't miss me too much.

Things are what they are. [that's… how he takes that she takes it, at least.] She does seem to, doesn't she? [although it was Minfilia who talked to her, really.]

Oh? Well, congratulations! [he smiles, eyebrows raised a little… she and Urianger were speaking quite closely, right?] I… wish I could say. [he shrugs, a little helpless. the trouble is- he suspects they do, after all.]

[ There's no sense changing it. At least, that's what she thinks. But the small dragon shakes her head. ] Always has, always will. But why not let people keep their secrets? Not like I'd prod you. Least, when you were sober.

[ And then she gave a laugh, fluttering up again to land on him, to give him another playful nip - tail flickering. ] It was rather dramatic, how I ended up here. Storm, fleeing a faked death, and all of that. I... promised I'd send them letters. [ Loneliness enters her voice, as she lets herself rest herself fully on him. ] Maybe I'm really dead to them.

But no promises otherwise, is it? [he heaves a sigh- somewhat exaggerated- and shakes his head.] Well- I can't deny I'm curious, but it can wait in any case. [there's other things to be getting on with.]

Oof- [but it's fine, reaching up to pat her again.] A tale worthy of song, would you say? [though… he goes quieter at that, a little.] … I hope not. May- could you send one now, do you think? [how does inter-world mail work.]

Hah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? [ She'd be ribbing him, if she wasn't committed to remaining small. ] Yeah, I think you could crank out a good song or three.

[ But nope, now she's a bit sad. ] I don't know if we could find my world. I mean, who even knows what Moogles are? [ What she's saying is that the Moogle probably can do inter-world mail. ]

Well- of course. But then we both know what I'm like. [i.e. rambly. he smiles at that, though.] Then I might- if you're amenable, of course. [it's her story, after all.]

In your world? [he shifts, surprised- hard to imagine a world without…] It must be possible, though.

[ Does that tiny dragon grin give you an answer? ] Hey, you're our guest, and it'd be nice to share some more. You know, without putting it on Minfilia.

Oops. Yeah, Moogle were... it's complex, back home. [ How does she explain that they didn't have much of this? She hadn't even tried with Urianger. But Urianger can be dense sometimes.

But, finally, she rests her head down, sort of wrapping herself around him. ]

...Guess I'd better introduce myself, though. It's Moenbryda.

[it's an answer, and he grins back.] That'd be good. And… yes, that too.

Complex? How complex do you mean? [Urianger's usually quite clever, but… he does have a few blind spots. Still- that's what the rest of them can help with, after all.

He smiles- something soft- and goes back to scritching her head, moving to sit down again.] I'd… been suspecting as much, I'll admit. But- it's good to be certain- and to meet you. Again, I suppose.

And it's nice to see you again, Thancred. [ even if he's not a musical sensation quite like home in this world - or in most worlds. he's still a prettyboy. She gives him a lil dragon headbump, before letting out a little sigh. ]

Moogles are sort of a fairy tale back home. All these beast tribes are - you know, not real? We didn't even have dragons.

[a nuzzle back, before he settles to listen.]

When you said that, before… I didn't think this would be what you'd follow it up with. [he'd imagined a pretty mystical entry here, what with the storm.] It must have been… quite a contrast. What did you have, then?

Uh, mostly dogs and cats. And some lizards. The cats were smaller then here, though. [ wait no she shouldn't speak like he's dumb. ] We didn't even have magic. Except for a weird murderous cult, but that's besides the point.

Wildlife less… likely to kill you, then. [he- looks a little amused.] Regular sized cats, rather than fat cats? [because retainers only seem to bring the latter home.] Murderous- with magic? You weren't involved with them, I hope. […how else would she know, though…?]

Nah, nice and thin. But those guys you call kittens? Usually the biggest they'd get.

...And, yeeeeah. Kept wanting to steal the Gran Grimoire. [ An artifact which even exists in Eorzea - a forbidden book, said to reshape worlds. And she brings it up so casually. ] That's why-- that's how I got involved in all of this. One of them wanted to steal my translations. And, about five years back? Or... well, more like six now. They murdered my mentor.

[ Moenbryda goes from sounding sad to mad - a soft puff of flames coming out, before she tries to stop another - a little smoke coming from her. Being a dragon was weird. ]

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