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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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[ ...It's just how he feels. Alphinaud seems to let out such a soft sound, as... he moves to remove his mask, to reveal his half-beak mouth. Look, he's relaxing around you. ]

...A relic of when they were founded, from as much as I've overheard.

[ A beat. ] Why, do you know something of that name?

[he's surprised- but relaxes again after a few moments, heartened to be trusted so.]

The founder's idea, then? I wonder what it meant to him.

Back when I was helping to gather information about Garlemald- but it was from a story of theirs. I'm not sure I remember too many of the details, unfortunately.

...You'd need to ask him. And he's, well. Miscarlet. [ But there's a beat. ] Maybe he enjoys stories? The immortal would.

...I was talking about this Mammet, wasn't I? [ He says, as it tugs on his feathers. ]

[a little bit of laughter] He is. Mm… Those are something you could collect over time, aren't they?

[he nods, looking at it curiously.] You were. You mentioned the Coils, as well…?

[ A gulp. Yeah, he can do this. ]

...When they went down there, we found... the Moenbryda of this world. She had followed Louisoix, to the very end. [ Tempered, he implies. ] Her body couldn't be saved, but... [ Well, the Mammet seems to grin a little back at Thancred. ]

To the- oh, no. […he thinks he can guess the how of it. When trying to reseal Bahamut didn't work- there was another way to use the prayer and the power being directed to Louisoix. And if Moenbryda was there… Ah, Twelve.

But he directs a smile at Moenbryda.]

So here you are? You seem to be picking up a gift for turning up in unexpected ways.

[ Alphinaud looks so ashamed.
...But there seemed to be no reply from the Mammet. ]
She's... tempered to Phoenix. And she would have spent five years controlled - the thrall of a thrall.

If she could be cured, then - anybody could, right?

[he nuzzles into Alphinaud's feathers a little more. That- wasn't Alphinaud's fault, but… he understands feeling as though it is.]

Thrall of…?

[but he shakes his head. There's the here and now to think of.]

I'd think so. It's hard to think of a better person to start working with.

She's willing, for one. But it might just be because she sees Phoenix and... would do anything. [ He says, as she crawls a little closer to Thancred. Yup, those burns are pretty horrific. ]

...It's why I wanted to-- make her something. So she'd know I cared about her.

…it could be. [he hopes not, honestly- but it's impossible to deny that it's a very real possibility. He flutters again, seeing those- a little power gathering. He doesn't- quite know what to do (would it still hurt…?), and tries to focus on- reassurance. They're- together, safe in the Rising Stones. They're fine.]

I think that's very good of you. I'm sure it'll be appreciated.

[ As the power hits the mammet, though, it seems to actually... look at him, softly. Breaking out of her stupor of tempering for a moment. (Except not really, she's still tempered.) But still.

Alphinix notices, and can't help but stare for a moment, before letting out a soft sound. ] Do you think she'd like a uniform? I-- I miss the Crystal Braves.

[Even one moment like that- it makes a difference, right? He feels better, at least- holding out a hand should she wish to take it.]

Oh- well, I think that sounds quite nice! Perhaps not exactly in that style, though.

...Yeah. It was-- a bit of a disaster. But to be fair, I didn't think that they'd try and summon Primals!

[ A beat, as the mammet does take his hand. Before trying to push him away. w hoops. Alphinaud moves his long feathery tail behind Thancred. ]

Or be bribed by Ul'dahns.

…no. After all, they should have known what that would cost, shouldn't they?

[He smiles- before making a surprised sound, shifting back a little, wings out. Thank goodness for Alphinaud's tail- which is surprising, but soft.]

Well- we might have seen that coming. But- ah, we wanted to think more of them, I suppose.

...I did. I lead them proudly, Thancred, and trusted them with everything. And this is what that got me.

Alphinaud…

[He's trying to hug as much of Alphinaud as he can, now.]

All the same- you're trying to make something of it, aren't you?

--I am. If I can solve this... maybe it'll make up for ruining Alisaies' life. [ and his own ]

Your own, too, I'd think. And then- what else do you think you'd do?

...What... else? [ He looks shocked, before shaking his head. ]

Thancred, I'm a Primal. You know what happens to Primal.

… I know. I know- but you're still- you. Alphinaud.

[fuck. He buries himself in Alphinaud's feathers- it's not enough, but it's something, and maybe he can pretend he doesn't want to cry too much this way.]

It isn't… it's not right.

...I brought this on myself. [ he trusted too easily, he's still a child ] If I can at least save one of us?

Then I think... it's what I deserve.

[ But then, he feels the minion on him crawling over... to hug Thancred. Even as a slave to Alphinaud... well, sometimes it can express emotions better then he can. ]

But paying this much for it? It shouldn't be… like this. Not for you.

[Not when there's so much that should be ahead of him.

He will gladly take that hug, face pressed against the mammet's neck.]

[ It's just flopped here for a hug now, faerie. :V

But Alphinaud seems to be confused, if his tone doesn't say it enough. A small puff of fire comes from him - before a few coughs. ]

I don't want to hurt anybody else, Thancred.

[ But as he talks, there's a small burst of aether... and whoops, it's a familiar little dragon. ]

So... this is what you do to a new friend, huh, Alphie?

[He blinks, but can't quite work up the energy to be worried about the fire, staying curled up and hugging.]

I know. [but- he makes a very small sound of surprise, turning slightly.]

Moenbryda… I'm alright. [just sad. This has dragged up old feelings he hadn't entirely dealt with.]

[ She flutters up - looking at them. Yeah, she can sense what the Mammet is - but then, she looks to Alphinaud. ]

He's been mopey since I got here, Thancred. Don't let it get to you. [ But she is sort of... looking. He's shrunk. It wasn't because of her, was it? Alphinaud looks a little ashamed, though. ]

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