boxofkururu | softness

[She leans in, nuzzling a little when he stumbles, still somewhat worried.]

Lady- no, Lord Amon? But… the Warrior and their companions struck her down, didn't they? [she makes a face.] It's not at all- goes beyond simply trying to emulate Allag.

… So we'll find them. We'll get this sorted out.

[aw- that's cute. She smiles, softly- but it grows a little more concerned as he goes on, and she throws Moenbryda a look. She's hearing that right, isn't she…?] Egi… That was- another thing from Allag- ah, it was Y'mhitra who was looking into that, wasn't she? So she'd studied that… [huh. it's very different to think about- besides the business of being an Ascian…] I don't believe they do, no.

The... Warrior? [ He asks, a little concern in his voice. ] The one garbed in the cloak of Amon is clearly Garlean. Else why would they speak of-- not having aether manipulation? [ amon!nero kept rambling about it okay :V ]

Papalyda mouths: He said Paragon, yup. We've gotta-- keep an eye on him.

[ But Umbrosa seems so very comfy as he continues to talk, not noticing the mouthing - even as his eyes are so very shaky, and his grip is loosening. ] --I hope Y'mhitra is safe. She remained behind, with so many. Us four do not oft get to return to our homes, for transport is... delicate. But Egi are... Moenbryda spoke of them as the essense of both summoner and summon. A deep connection - even deeper then with a Carbuncle.

[ what no he's not jealous, but he closes his eyes. Why do they seem to be unable to focus? ]

Oh- they wouldn't have survived long, if the Empire holds… or maybe appeared at all. [her tail droops- thaaaat's. not good, is it?] No- that's far more common in Garleans, he must be.

[she nods, tail flicking, worried. That was more or less what she'd decided to do anyway, but- she's glad.

She curls against him a little more closely, and hums.] If she's still in Sharlayan… unless the Empire decided to try to reach that far, I'm sure she's fine. She's clever, besides, like Y'shtola. [she nuzzles a little at that, and nods] I don't know much of the art, but… you reach a little deeper, I think.

How are you feeling?

[ He seems to simply sigh a little - if there was one who could have helped, that would have been... nice. ]

Yes, they're both quite clever. It's why only one of them could come - for they could not risk losing both.

I feel...

[ There's a tense pause in the room, as he rests his head on her. But his next words make Papalyda let out a panicked gasp. ]

...like reclaiming what they took.

[ Not only Papalyda gasps, but Umbrosa seems to shudder a little once he realises what he said. ]

Mm. I doubt she liked it, but… that would be bad.

[she straightens up, tense as well, also waiting. Her tail lashes at those words, and she squeezes Umbrosa's hand. Twelve…

But she won't let anything else happen- not if she can help it. (She promised to help.) So she tries for a bit of a smile, anyway- still mostly looking worried, though.]

Well- we shouldn't let that get back to the homeland; they'd have a thing or two to say. [she leans in, to bump her head against his, closing her eyes. to both of them, really:] We'll make this right. [somehow.]

[ And with every fiber of his being, he knows this is wrong. Knows he shouldn't feel this pumped up, this enthusiastic about things which would get him killed or worse - exiled. But his lips seemed to quirk into a grin, as these thoughts seemed to vanish.

This, too, seemed to frighten him. For his very reason for being afraid seemed to slip from not just his mind, but from his lips as well.

It's Papalyda who speaks up, quietly breaking the silence, as Umbrosa still tried to struggle in his own mind, his tail beginning to stroke against T'rhabye in odd patterns. ]

...I don't want followers. You know me, right, Rahbye? It's all a... mistake.

[ Like they are. Umbrosa manages to speak again, his voice still choking and struggling. ] ...Will I be culled, then--?

[She wraps an arm around him, watching and worrying. There's only one way to see how this turns out, though.

She nods, turning to look at Papalyda.]

I know. It's… it shouldn't have happened. [she pauses, for a moment, and sits up, reaching out for her friend.] Come here?

[but she stops- wraps herself around Umbrosa, tight. A primal's followers give them strength- cannot help but- they've done it before. But…] No. We'll find something- there must be some way we can manage it better.

[ He let out a soft whine, looking to them. To think, he is aware he's tempered... but he isn't panicked. ] Will you... prevent me from gathering more followers? [ He asks her, gently. If he's tempered, he'll want to. ]

[ Papalyda nods, though. ] Well, the Company and the Scions both deal with having Bahamut around, so... if we have the Dreadwyrm under control, we can handle a few tempered people. It won't make us too strong.

[she nods, leaning in to bump her head against his.] I'll do my best.

They are? Well- that's good news for us, then. [she fluffs Umbrosa's hair, a little.] We'll be fine.

Mhm! But she's also actually Alisaie and has been studying? It's really sad for the twins but they've also been adopted by male Uriange. It's nice!

But we haven't actually... had any tempered people before. The closest was Halone, and he was manipulated and broken though non-Primal means. Sooooo... I think we should keep Umbrosa a secret.

[ Papalyda decides, though, to sit next to her favorite catte in this room - and Umbrosa wraps his tail around both of them. ]

Alisaie…!? Well- she was always going to be something great, of course. [she beams] Good! I'd think they're happy that way- they are, aren't they?

Halone…? [she hums, and nods.] All right. It might make research a bit harder, but… it could be better that way, too. They won't worry so much.

[she cuddles up to Papalyda immediately, grinning at Umbrosa when he does that, and starts to purr.]

She's grown beautiful if not half-dragon. Louisoix would be proud, I think! [ She hopes, but she nods. ] All of them seem happy? I mean, there was a bit where they all thought it was horrible but you gotta live with what you are.

And, exactly! We don't wanna make our friends worry. Plus, Garleans are still the bad guys, y'know? Twisted and...

Disgusting, without reason. [ Umbrosa says, before covering his mouth a little. He knew that's how he felt, but... he didn't want to say it. Didn't want to hate himself. Were these his thoughts? Or those of a Primal. Just what was this Primal...? ]

She was always going to be. [she nods, confident.] Mm. For what you can change, you can… But that's better. That's good to hear!

[she nods- then gives Umbrosa a worried look. Saying it straight out doesn't seem so much like him, but…] Hm… well, that's true of that Amon-garbed one, isn't it? Seems fair to be angry.

She's even got wings and can fly! Oh, and she has a twin brother in this world and he's super fluffy and feathery and really cute.

[ But Papalyda is trying to be serious here, putting a hand to Umbrosa, which he nuzzles into. This is... serious. She lowers her gaze, before trying to smile. ] Anybody who'd wear clothes like that is evil, anyway. Can you imagine getting into those frilly robes every single day? Clearly evil.

But, I wonder... Umbrosa? Can you tell us more about why you don't like 'em?

[ Umbrosa gives a nervous pause, looking to the Miqo'te. Should he? (Papalyda, for her part, is thinking it'll be different. If he loses his mind, they can remember this.) ]

Fly- really? Would she show us, if we asked? [she perks up, tail waving.] Or would he?

[she can do serious, so she settles.] I couldn't imagine.

[and she nods, encouragingly.] Go ahead. We'll keep it just between us- whatever you want.

She flies around a lot... we could probably see one of her flights into the Forelands. [ She says, with a soft hm.

But Umbrosa nods, and Papalyda lets him talk, to focus on his words as he looks between the two. ] It was when I was but a child - the Garleans moved towards the territory of Sharlayan where we remained. But instead of war, striking us down... they stole knowledge on Allagan artifacts. It was soon after that news got to us - that this knowledge was used to carve a path though what was once known as the territory of Mor Dhona. Many did die seeking to stop them from invading, but...

They surfaced weapons and towers unknown to Eorzea, and quickly overran it. For many years, Sharlayan moved not to fight the Empire, for no weapons could stand up to the restored Allagan monstrosities - and they had no interest in the motherland, simply warring with Ala Mhigo.

[ a pause, as he rests himself... against t'rhabye. ]

Until, that is, Louisoix chose us four. He called us his Warriors of Light, for we would restore Light by taking what knowledge we could. But those Garleans... much has been lost, to their flames and the deaths of many tribes. It's disgusting.

Let's go there sometime, then.

[T'rhabye shifts, settling herself a little more comfortably to listen to Umbrosa.] About the same time, then… But they- simply didn't go to Silvertear Falls.

Artefacts of old- devices Eorzea wouldn't have much defence against. So- they knew Sharlayan had that information, and simply wanted that…?

[she wraps her arms around him, rumbling a little.]

To preserve knowledge, in dark times. It's a good aim- especially in the face of that. You were talking to the tribes as well, then?

[ He's just gonna lean onto her, letting himself wrap a little more comfy around them. ] It was but five years ago they struck at Silvertear, capturing the sleeping beast below. It generates power for their... whims, lingering like a third moon.

Yes - they wanted it, caring not to take our land. From what Louisoix tells me of the time... I was still only young, and shielded from much of it. But they tried to buy passage into the Gubal Library. It was only after they were rejected that they struck. [ his voice quiet, he then whispers - slight horror creeping into his tone. ] I was in the library when they broke the wards.

...It's why Y'shtola came with us. She studied their tongue - her and Papalymo. They were the closest of allies.

[she goes still, tail swishing- hugging him a little more tightly.] …Twelve. The King of Dragons- even him? Then- [the power that made Dalamud. fuck. A third moon- he's the right on it there.]

Rightfully so. [she scowls, and nuzzles into his hair.] I'm glad they didn't find you. I'm glad you made it- to here, to us, today.

She did? I wouldn't have expected… but then, she's always liked looking at things from another angle… With Papalymo?

[ Alas, he doesn't know what Dalamud is. But he seems to grow a little more upset. ] I... lost a friend, there. It was only a little later that we met Moenbryda. [ ...in the body of his dead friend. ]

Papalymo's like the male Pamomo, right? [ Papalyda says, giving a little bit of a soft smile. ] I guess, if there was never a Resistance, then... he'd have to... [ their voice goes quiet. A Yda without a Papalymo? That's tragic.

And then, Umbrosa lays a small kiss on T'rhabye, as he adds: ] You... remind me of Thancred. Both him and I could not speak their tongue, but... he was kind. [ A slight red begins to dance on his cheeks - why he is nervous after they've already made love? ]

You… I'm sorry. [she leans forward, purring a little- and wondering. Ascians- take bodies, but- no. Right? Please.]

No… At least he had you three, but… [it's a terrible shame.

Oh! She grins at him, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.] It makes sense, I think! If you consider all of us. So that's good to hear! […oh, he's adorable. she reaches out to ruffle his hair a little.]

[ ...Oh, that's it exactly. But he doesn't know it. ]

...You speak as if there is more then one Papalymo. Not that I would doubt you, my Mistress, but...

[ Mistress. Something makes that sound... good to Papalyda, but they laugh - letting the kiss from T'rhabye distract Umbrosa, as he looks into her gaze - as they frown. ] You're starting to get it. But, uh, Mistress? Makes us sound hella old.

[ But as his hair is ruffled, Umbrosa seems to smile, he's finally calm. But he's tempered, so. ] ...Are you... are you another of him? If what is implied by... my Lady is true. [ papalyda nods at that lady is fine ]

[T'rhabye nods, continuing to nuzzle Umbrosa.]

And also as though you should be wearing a bustle. Wouldn't suit you at all!

You mean being this charming didn't tip you off at all? I'll have to try harder. [she's teasing, though, draping over him happily. and yes lady sounds nice! dignified, but not too much.]

I dunno, maybe if I was a Sharlayan princess or something! [ There is cute laughing from her. (Papalyda: Her Thing (tm) is sometimes mocking old fan theories.)

Umbrosa frowns. ] It's... something I am not familiar with, I'm afraid to say. The idea of there being more then one of somebody... [ but his eyes narrow, and panic suddenly enters his voice. ] Are there not doubles of-- more then you?

[ w-what if there's more garleans. His tail begins to tremble again. ]

You'd shake things up a lot if you were! [T'rhabye Approves.]

No- I don't think anyone was, or- well- it wasn't like this back home… [she flicks her tail in alarm.] Well- maybe, but- whoever we run into, we'll look after you. Won't we? [she wraps her arms around Umbrosa, glancing at Papalyda.]

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