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[ There was always time to rest between times of activity - and Th'ancred needed it. He hadn't expected his brother to return, however - his nervous clicking made that clear.

Oh, but he wasn't just nervously clicking because of Pratsha - the man he'd thought dead. No, though he wouldn't hide it, how could he tell the others what he lost? His magic, however, was so enhanced. He could taste aether in the air, and if he wanted, he was sure he could see it. However, that would drain far too much from him. Though it hurt to not see anymore.

His room, of course, was a mess (or would seem it for a non-Miqo'te). Both him and his brother shared it - it was more of a campsite, for it felt more natural for the shaken Nunh. He was sitting, head to the wall, when his ears twitched. Prastha was there, he could hear it. His footsteps sounded different then others.

Miqo'te ears, after all, were sensitive. Perhaps his clicking was because of that - helping him see what he knew before. ]

...Is everybody out there going okay? [ Th'ancred asked, turning around. ]

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[…or no rest, all right. Prastha fluffs up, concerned.] Th'ancred-

[he grips tightly, worried by the magic Th'ancred's using- but at least it seems it's given a result.] Can you tell where? -ah. Do you need to keep this up?

--I'm going. [ He then says. But he hasn't quite teleported yet, even as he snarls. Even as he trembles. He says his magic was strong, but... ]

If you must-- [ Urianger says, trying to reach out - ] at least do it not in your own room. We have rooms which--

I... need her.

Not without us. [he rumbles harder- and reaches out to grab Urianger's hand.] I'd still rather you rested a time, but- if we need to-

Urianger, which way are they?

...North. North-west. But I-- Th'ancred, what are you attempting. [ please, talk to them. please. everybody worried about you, and now...!!

...he looked to them, that silvery look seeming to spark with this Aether. ] I mean to-- return to her side. I-- will rip though the planes of Eorzea.

[ Urianger is staring, not even knowing that Th'ancreds glare is blind. Hoping Th'ancred doesn't notice the horror in his expression. ] Please-- just follow us.

…hhhhh. [he's not happy about this, tail beginning to whip wildly.] Don't- 'ancred, brother- I know you want her back, I'd like her home as well! But this is- tearing through the planes- this is too much. [What would it to to the world? What would it do to him?

He keeps holding onto Th'ancred- giving Urianger a worried look back, ears folded back.] …all right. [he'll follow, at least.]

I-- why else would I have this power--?! [ But he's following, his body crackling. Urianger is whining a little, as he leads them... deeper underground? ]

If he means to-- do something so reckless, we must do it somewhere safer. Though I've not moved here, I have a room - shielded from affecting outside. And I could align your aether - make it... safe. [ nervously, Urianger frowns. ] Though I do not suggest such a path.

Not to endanger yourself so recklessly-! Do you think that's going to make her- make any of us happy? I… I've only just really seen you again.

[underground…? well, he supposes anything will be more contained there. Hopefully.]

Shielded…? So it should be contained… Aligned- aligned how? [Prastha makes a soft unhappy sound.] … I agree. I- you didn't say anything about which way she was.

...I know. But if she's dying--!! I couldn't chase you when you were gone.

Calm down. [ Urianger then demands, even as Th'ancred can't stop sparking. As he forces them into quite a queer room. ] You may act as a beacon, to call him back. A light in the darkness...

[ Urianger bites his lip, looking between them. ] But before you go, pray listen! [ ...Wow. Th'ancred stops - Urianger never raises his voice. ]

[Prastha lets out a sound of distress, tail flicking.] I know. I- there were reasons- was she? Could you tell?

[he's still distressed, as Urianger pushes them into the room- though he looks around it, curious.] … I can do that. I said I would…

[he turns to face Urianger, ears turned forward- still clutching onto Th'ancred.] We're listening.

[ Th'ancred continued to flicker, but he's listening too. ] Minfilia-- due to her connection to Hydaelyn... Hydaelyn is dying. Her Light fades, and so... She calls to--

...No.

No? [ Urianger says, as Th'ancred interrupts. ]

If you're saying she's a simple sacrifice - no. And how might you know this?

...I learned from allies I must keep anon.

[Prastha flattens his ears, looking between them both.] We're not- no, we can't do that. There has to be another answer…

Because they asked? Or- [he gives Urianger a considering look.] …What do you know about this?

...There are some who are aware of matters. Who proved-- who showed me that our Star is just one of many, instead of it remaining a theory. I can't-- let... I can't let Eorzea falter.

[ Wait. There's two sorts of beings who can slip though, right...? Th'ancred looks to Prastha, and mouths. ] Voidsent or Paragon. [ Not good, in other words, though he knows that Prastha can't mouth back. ]

[he gives Th'ancred a worried look (which makes both of them, now, why). He pauses to make sure he understood Th'ancred right, and nods, ears twitching uneasily.]

I didn't think- you'd ever want to let it falter- I didn't think any of us would.

And-- I did not orchestrate this. [ He has to clarify, before Th'ancred rips him apart, like a hungry lion and their prey. ] But if Hydaelyn has Her, then she can heal--

--And s-steal her life. Her life is not ours to decide-- to do this with.

[ Th'ancred can't seem to still his magic - why else would it still flicker though him, burning the ground - but not Prastha. Who he gives a little click to, a hunting communication. Danger. (For if he's working with those beings, it's... bad.) ]

...Hers is not ours, and yet, this is a chance. [ Urianger was never good at showing his emotions. And his voice hadn't wavered, well. ]

…well. Good. [he's not sure why Urianger would, but the suggestion has his ears pressed back again.]

So we have to ask her about this. Ask her- ask her what she wants.

[Prastha keeps a hand on him, concerned, clicking back lightly. Of course this is dangerous, but what course do they take…? He'll try and keep eyes on Urianger, of course.]

A chance- to reach to Hydaelyn?

...Please. Let me go ask her. [ Th'ancred is now pleading with his brother. Letting him decide. But he's made up his own mind, as Urianger still seems to be... oh. This must be serious, he has his old staff. Prastha probably didn't know he'd given it up, though... ]

Yes. A chance to reach Hydaelyn - give her succor.

[Prastha makes a pained sound- but this is what Th'ancred has wanted all this time, isn't it? He lets go, taking a reluctant step back.] Come back- please, just- both of you, come back. Come home.

[it's a good staff, he can't imagine Urainger giving it up.]

…and so, we should take it. And hope we can do something with it.

...I promise. I won't leave you for long - what kind of Nunh would? [ Even now, Th'ancred can joke about his status. But before he can finally release his magic, Urianger then casts his own spell - and what look like tethers link the two.

Ah. A visible bond, for a moment, before it fades. Th'ancred softly smiles at that, giving a little flick of his tail. ] I love you, brother.

Haha- none I'd love so much. That's good. [His eyes widen, and he reaches out to try to touch the tethers before they vanish from sight.

He looks up at Th'ancred, expression softening.] Love you too. I'll see you soon.

[ And with that, he was gone. Magic seeming to echo though the room.

Once Th'ancred vanished, though, the tear didn't vanish. And for a moment, it seemed to be calm. Th'ancred was gone, though, as were the objects. Urianger seemed to relax a little... until a reddened claw came though the tear. ]

What--?! This is no Voidgate--

[If the tear's there- they can probably come back, right? Prastha settles in to watch it- startling back into action when the claw appears.]

Then what- it should lead elsewhere! Why-?

[he's uh. just trying to shove the claw back through for now.]

I don't know! [ Urianger replies, as he begins to cast... but it then seems to grab Prastha, the creature trying to. Pull itself out.

It seems to shimmer like a moonlit river, barely together and staring at the two of them with six moonlight-shining eyes, but that doesn't matter to Urianger. ]

[Prastha yelps, trying to pull away- oh. Well it's probably coming with him, then, isn't it? It's- well, it's very pretty creature, but he's still trying to shove it back- using his dagger to try and get a little leverage.]

We should- probably close this. If there are others-

[… Th'ancred and Minfilia should be able to make it back, still. And this is frigthening.]

[ Urianger looks from the tether, to the gate. The Gate of Light. And raises his staff again. He hasn't used it this much since Louisoix...

Shaking his head, he blasted magic - and it was closed. But this beast was still there, on the other side. Even their pushing wasn't enough. But it did get pushed backwards. ]

...Your tether remains. He'll return. [ Urianger said, but still. This creature was stuck with them now, blinking at them. ] I've not doomed him... I've n-not.

[Prastha stares at where the Gate was, hands clenching and opening. He- he said it, but- He shakes his head, looking to Urianger.]

It… it's fine. It has to be.

[He stoops to poke at the creature, eyeing it warily.] In the meantime… what do we do with this?

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