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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 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. ]

[He just- makes a sound, rubbing his face.] …right. It's just- memories. But you can't… let it hold sway over you forever.

[…he's. trying. kind of. He shifts- trying to look at everyone.] …good to see you again, though.

Good to see you too. Even if there's less of you. [ yup she's joking, as she gives a lil dragon grin. ] And... more of him?

[ listen, middybryda is conflicted re: alphinix. but she... is gonna remain hovering. ] I don't want to lose him either, you know. Even if he's not mine, and not yours, he's still that little kid who used to try and impress every girl--

Moenbryda! [ yup she's embarrassed the birdman, who's. puffing up more. ]

Haha… Well, we match somewhat now, I suppose. Certainly it's easier to find a place in his feathers.

Oho? No one's ever mentioned this to me.

[probably for good reasons! but hey he's smiling again, patting Alphinaud.]

And with that... that. [ guess who's un-nerved by her tempered self its moen

But then she laughs. ] Really? Me and Krile gossiped about it a lot - and you know Filia's a friend of Kriles'. But yeah, Alphinaud was adorable!

...And he still is.

It… she's something. [he's not particularly sensitive, but- it is odd.

He snorts.] Perhaps I wasn't listening hard enough then.

[he smiles, soft.] He certainly is. [more patting!]

[ While Alphinaud is stuck in an embarrassed fluster, she lands on him as well. Hey, he's comfy. ] And then there's the art - I still have some of it, you know.

...Well, my Alphinauds'. But let's be real, this guy's a bit of an artist as well.

[comfy and warm. He moves to sit closer to her.]

Oh- very nice. I don't suppose you'd be willing to show me some of it, sometime? Both of you.

Hah, well - I actually have some good news on that front. I was chatting with Cid? And we might be able to turn on that electronic information thing I told you about.

[ AKA her laptop. She's still a little wary of what he'd do, but. ] It's got some of his art stored with my work-in-progress translations.

[ But that's when Alphinaud lets out another puff of heat. ] That's-- more then enough! It's not that good, really!

He's found a way? Hah- I knew he'd be able to think of something! And- it does? [he leans forward, excited- startling a little when Alphinaud puffs this time.]

But- Moenbryda's vouching for it. And I'd like to see it, either way.

[ He's so embarrassed, with the two teaming up - seeming to ball up a little.

But that... makes Moenbryda smile. ] Yup, even under all this, it's him. If he had changed? Well, Louisoix wouldn't be embarrassed like this.

...Really? [ was she... just doing this to cheer him up...? ]

And - well, it's not him who found the way. There's this weird robot staying with him and it found a way.

[He ruffles Alphinaud's feathers a little- and grins when Moenbryda speaks.]

She's right. I think I saw Loiusoix embarrassed… oh, I could probably count them on one hand.

A weird robot? … How weird?

And at least one of those was 'cause of Lyse, wasn't it? [ even in other worlds, she manages to embarrass Louisoix. It was pre-Archon, as well... but Alphinaud is listening. ]

...Well, it meowed, for one. [ he can never catch a break ] Aaaand it also said it's coming from another shard - but's still at home. Smells like it, too. [ A beat. ] It's a strange thing to be able to smell.

It was- she was very enthusiastic coming in! It just… wasn't appreciated by the others so much. [and books fell over but. they were fine! really.]

Eh- so it's a a catlike robot? [this is weirder, though.] Here, and also at home…? That's a neat trick. Is it because it is what it is? [he nods, shifting closer.] I'd imagine so.

That's the thing - right now, it's a box Cid was working on, with some of the last tech from... geeze what was that place called? That big Crystal Tower. But it still meowed. Maybe there's a cat stuck inside it.

So, see? You're not at the point of no return, Alphie.

...Alphie? [ Moenbryda stops... he's crying. He's crying tears of happiness, but still. ]

The Crystal Tower, surprisingly enough. Though they could have gone with the Phantasmagorical Spire. [he hums.] Or maybe it likes cats?

Ah- Alphinaud? [He leans in closer, to hug a little.] It's going to be all right.

Hah, well, glad I remembered. But I guess some sort of multi-world guy'd like cats, if he's Eorzean. [ A beat. ] But he could... replicate parts of my thing? So I'm letting the thing try and fix replica bits.

[ And then Alphinaud begins to weep openly. ] I want to live. I-I want to live.

I'd think so! We do have quite a few. Ah- that's very handy- and a good way to see if it works, right?

[oh- oh. He moves, fluttering up to lean his forehead against Alphinaud's.] I want you to, too. We'll find a way to make this better.

Exactly, won't break mine.

[ But she's moving with Thancred... letting him land on her, if he wants, so she can also give Alphinaud a small touch. ]

...I thought-- it's been years, why am I still here? I'm okay, but...

Good.

[He does- thinking it'll help more if they both reassure him.]

But after all that's happened- you don't really know what to do with yourself. But- you keep on. You find something to focus on.

[ Moenbryda is letting out calming sounds, though, in the Dragon Tongue. It feels like a strange melody. (She doesn't know much of it.) ]

I... I don't know. [ a little sniffle, as he tries to keep himself from moving too much. ] I guess I haven't... thought about what to do.

Other then reversing tempering.

[He doesn't know any at all, but it sounds nice.]

It's a big task. But you won't have to do it alone. And- what about the sketches you have?

[ Eheh. He looks embarrassed, as Moenbryda looks down. And grins a little, letting out a laugh. ]

...They're not too good. Just-- there's a few theories, but I'm scared.

[ He finally admits. ]

I'm scared of screwing up more, Thancred. Moenbryda.

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