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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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[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.

[He grins, too.]

Maybe there's a place to start.

[He reaches out again, fingers gentle.]

Well. We've messed up- or I certainly have. You're not alone in that. We'll be with you. [He glances to Moenbryda.]

Listen, Alphie. If I can love Urianger? You're easier.

[ Yup, she'll be with him. Reaching up one of his feathered arms, Alphinaud put a hand to both of them. ]

...I-- I'd given up. Even with Tataru leaving food daily, and-- and sometimes, hearing others outside.

[He gives her an appreciative smile, and leans into Alphinaud's hand.]

…they still wanted to help. But- do you want to talk, now? […er.] Would it be all right?

...Can I... put my mask back on? [ That's a yes from him, as he manages to crack a smile on his beak. ]

Of course. [He smiles back, shifting back to give Alphinaud space.]

[ As he does, though, he looks to the two - Moenbryda shifting to land. And sort of look at the sketches, a little chuckle masked by her movement. ]

...You, um. I wonder if you could use a Carbuncle as a mount, like-- like you're using the Father of all Dragons as one.

[There's a grin from him anyway!] They're nice, aren't they?

Eh- you think so? [He glances down at Moenbryda, shifting a little now that he's been reminded- is this okay?] It might be possible… It couldn't hurt at any rate, could it?

Hah, he's still got a talent. You ever hear of Pictomancer? [ Moenbryda says casually, as she is... wagging her tail. Whoops. But she's giving a little nod - it's fine. ]

And it might-- if it's a combat situation, it may distract the enemy. But Carbuncle are warm. [ He says, softly smiling to himself. ] Like, er, Th'ancred. But they're relaxing... I can't summon too many kinds, but I like them.

I thought he might- but I'm afraid not. Okay, good- and really, she's very adorable like this. He can't help a little scritch.]

It could… It's worth trying! I could see just how warm they are, then… [He rubs his forehead at that.] Did something happen…? They're quite adorable- I know holding onto one seems to work wonders!

...I stopped studying for a while. But-- what is a Pictomancer?

[ Moenbryda seems to clear her throat. ] They're a legendary sort of mage, who can draw things and make them real. Like from the faerie-tale of Relm? It isn't just a story. Not many are, really! I mean... I thought Eorzea was just a faerie tale, where I came from.

Right. And she specialised in beasts, didn't she? A power with the potential to be amusing and terrifying in turns…

It's strange to think, though, isn't it? That what we tell as stories could be truth indeed for others…

If Alphinaud's such an artist - well, you're right here. How'd you like to get some stuff on it?

[ Alphinaud seems a little embarrassed... but nods. ] It might... be interesting.

It... really is. [ Moenbryda admitted, giving a little shrug of her wings, as Alphinaud stroked them both. ]

Back home... a lot of this was impossible. But I imagine things like the technology we have would seem like stories to you, huh? Geeze, and I haven't even tried explaining the internet.

I think so.

[He leans into the touch a little.]

I suppose so- it's not like what you've seen here, is it? The internet?

No, it's like... imagine you could share not just phonecalls over linkpearls, but there were devices that could also show text and pictures. With sound. But lots of text, mostly.

And you don't even need to know the people to check it out. It's amazing - the Archon and Scion of my place come from all over the world. We became buddies over the internet, and ended up meeting up.

[He whistles, settling down to listen.]

So that makes it easier to get to know new people? And then you met… What was that like?

[ She is happy to let him relax, as Alphinix also settles down a little more. ] Hah - well, Papalymo used, er, a fake picture of himself online. We all thought he was gonna be massive! But it was amazing finally meeting them.

...Not gonna lie, though. It's weird seeing you Thancreds walking around - or flying around - so casually.

[a little bit of a chuckle] Well- I'd imagine that matched his big personality. It would be! It's- like seeing them again after being apart for a while- aside from it being the first time.

…it is? Is… did something happen to yours?

It was! Plus, with the theories of rebirth - maybe it was like meeting again. Who knows.

Nah, I think he was always sick. Usually, he'd end up in his wheelchair or walker. Which, of course, he'd never mentioned before. [ She's so casual, though, and sounding nostalgic. They were good times, okay. ]

A true reincarnation? [he flutters a little, surprised, but leans forwards.] Maybe- but it'd be hard to say.

Ah… that must make things tricky. [he huffs a little, shaking his head. Not a surprise in the least.] Of course. But you had good times together?

Yeah, uh - I got the materials from the Waking Sands, finally. Urianger's still off missing, though. It can't be a coincidence, the same kinds of people appearing near - are we calling them Rejoinings or Calamities?

[ since this is... before they know urianger dead/being a sky pirate... ]

But we did! All of us - heck, he's got quite the mouth on him. [ But before she can say more, Alphinaud interrupts. ]

I-- don't need to hear about any of that.

Come on, it's not sexual. Not all the time. Besides, his hands were--

M-Midgardsormr!

[ /laughing dragon sounds ]

Good. [he hums thoughtfully] I'd assumed we were still calling them Calamities, but- I don't really know if that's changed.

[Thancred laughs, grinning at Alphinaud.]

-Busy? But I don't know- what did you expect to hear, Alphinaud?

...Yeah. We're not Ascian, after all. Anyway, there's been tales in every end of the world of people like us? Urianger... wrote it down. [ She says, softly. ] He's lived them.

[ It still freaks her out a little. ]

I, well - not that! I... you've always been a charmer, but--

All of them? That would… be a lot of lives. [he shifts, uneasy himself.] But- he's done a lot of good work recording that. I'll have to thank him when he gets back.

[he props his head up on one hands, grinning.] But?

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