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[ Th'ancred had heard of the Make it Rain event, and had decided... well, he'd look cute in some of those clothes. And the bar there was good - and his daugher had gone, as well.

Perhaps he wanted to simply relax. The Scions were at rest - as far as they could be. They were preparing to see what the Source would bring - since it seemed to be a calm similar to periods of large activity.

But, for now, Th'ancred sat at the edge of the airship there, legs danging over. He could have teleported - he'd never been cursed by Flow - but he still wanted to feel the air against him. Sometimes he wondered if death was even a concept here. No, they'd be there soon, and he could gamble his heart away. (Maybe see if Alisaie would come home. She'd been set up there for days.) ]

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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. ]

The biggest? Really? [he sounds so incredulous. how.]

That- I thought no one could touch it. […he heard a vague whisper and got next to nowhere, so. he sounds amazed.] But you've been working on it? Twelve… I'm sorry.

[he might… just try to shift her a little bit away from the books. But- he strokes her back, trying to be reassuring, strange as it feels to do so right now.]

[ She's giving such a laugh at you, Thancred, about that. Before purring into the rub. ]

Really? Because Louisoix kept it with him a lot of the time. In a bag, but still. ...But, uh, thanks. I... was targetted because we were close. And the translation, of course. Which I've got with me, we just can't get to it right now.

[rude but no he grins, a little lopsided.]

Hm… Well- I suppose that's another difference. Though maybe some of the others might know something more… [he shifts more to trying to cuddle her, now.] It wasn't… it's not easy. [a grimace.] That… makes sense. But you're safe enough here, aren't you?

Let me guess - nobody really talks about it? Or thinks it exists?
[ But she gulps down a soft sob, as she climbs into his arms. Damnit, she should be comforting somebody new stuck here, even if he has the same charming face as Thancred Waters, famous celebrity.. ]
Yeah, I am. Unless those weird cultists find their way here - y'know, those Ascian.

That… would be about the size of it, yes.

[she is of a cuddling size, though!

He shakes his head- hoping, but- and cuddles closer.]

… I'd hope they wouldn't have a way between worlds, but… I'd hope they wouldn't be the same ones here, at least. [there's. some mental cursing going on now.]

[ There's a bit of a chuckle in her throat. ]

Who knows? They might be the exact same. I mean, we've both come from other worlds. Not that I'd want that - they're creeps.

[still a big dragon chuckle from a very small one.]

We did, that's true. Still- no, I wouldn't want that either. [he chuckles a little, himself] I'd use something stronger- but that's accurate.

Let me guess, that guy Lahabrea fucked with you as well? Not just the Thancred from my world.

[he grimaces.]

Is it so much to ask for that one of us wasn't?

I've got a theory about that. [ She says - wiggling a little. ] We're all from different worlds, right? But something has to make us the same person.

Right. [he nods, letting his hold fall loose so she can move how she likes.] The core of yourself, essentially. It stands to reason.

[ But she wiggles out of his wings - to grab another of her books before flopping back, comfy. ]

And maybe - just maybe - these cores keep going though similar events.

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