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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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And... if what we've seen is true, we were created alongside Eorzea. [ Th'ancred says, kneeling a little. Out of respect. ] Even our continent is not yet complete - for our world is crafted in the image of another.

[ After all, right now, Th'ancred is thinking this is a Primal. So might as well not lie, especially with how comfortable Alisaie is.

But the beast seems to frown - which looks strange, as a bird. They have seen this? It would line up with what he's seen beyond the Veil. Beyond what exists. Of course, he knows these two wouldn't deceive him - now would they? ]

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[He's not quite sure he should kneel, but he stands straight and tries to look respectable, tail flicking lightly.]

Which is… fairly recently- within, ah, living memory. [Less of an ask than might be thought, considering what they know… But he's not sure that's a good idea to speak it yet.] After the shape of the Source, as best we can tell.

[He's still a little worried, so- he shakes his head.] Of course not. It's part of what we've been charting out so far- how much of the world there is, at this time.

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[ ...Wait, Th'ancred just sort of nuzzles into his brother a little, while still kneeling. They've got this! But the beast is seemingly content with that answer, at least.

Until it continues, with more questions. They chart what there is - have they been mapping it? If they truly work with Zodiark itself... have they abandoned their principles? ]

Of course not. We fight for peace. It just so happens that instead of a Primal threat, we now risk an overflow of Light. It's different, but--

[ ...He feels it's what he should do. As a Scion, and as an Archon, and as their Nunh. ]

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[Prastha leans towards Th'ancred a little in turn, reassured.]

We have- a bit of a map…

But we're still trying to protect everyone- to look after this world.

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[ Again, the beast seems to be pleased. They still wish to protect Eorzea - even if there is far too little of it. He, too, has been seeking to protect it. He had not asked Alisaie, however, to go this far.

But Th'ancred is getting a theory on who-- what this Primal is. He looks to his brother, and begins to communicate in the Miqo'te tongue. ] ...Brother. We both know Alisaie - and who she... respects enough to listen to, a little.

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You didn't? [well- that does sound like her.

He glances at his brother, fluffing up a touch- responding the same way.] That's- that would make sense, but- like this?

…that said, he… would be family…

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And between you and me, I doubt that it's Alphinaud.

[ But he doesn't want to say it. The word feels caught in his throat. ]

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[He huffs a little.] I wouldn't think so, either. [It's not really the same for the two of them.

He reaches out to hold Th'ancred, looking up at the beast again.]

… Loiusoix?

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[ The beast - Louisoix - replies affermetively. However, he then gently leans closer - so they can hold him, if they desire.

The Waters twins. They've adapted well, even if they both look tired. ]

Even he-- even he has been revived. I'm... so glad. We can be led.

[ That makes Louisoix let out a small caw. Do they need that? ]

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[Prastha moves forward to wrap his arms around Louisoix, burying his face against his. It's been so long- and he is tired.]

… We use use a steadying hand, I think. But- we should still help to lead.

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Minfilia, for a time, was claimed by Zodiark - so she could learn the truth. But she could use the help, as could we. [ Th'ancred says, purring so gently. Louisoix notes that Alisaie is still keeping her distance - but he wraps his warm wings.

He is a Phoenix, bathed in light, he explains. But he will assist, if they will have him - and if he is not a Primal. ]

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We're still… trying to work out what needs to be done, so that we can continue.

[Well- that's up to her. Prastha relaxes against Louisoix a little more, beginning to purr himself.]

A Phoenix…? I see. You felt- a little like one, but not entirely… I'm not sure- we might have to work out a way to be able to tell for certain.

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I don't know how to test for Primal. [ Th'ancred admits, thinking. But then... ] Perhaps Urianger does?

[ Louisoix cannot help but chuckle at that. Urianger has kept up with his studies, then? Even with... Sharlayan not existing, most of their knowledge is contained with this group. ]

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If he doesn't, he'll know how we can start.

[He nods, still staying against Louisoix.] Well- you know what he's like, of course. With the rest of us helping, naturally.

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Especially with that contact of his. [ Said a little grumpily. They'll... need to figure that out, as well. But... Louisoix seems happy, as he pushes Alisaie into the hold.

She's still peeping. ]

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Yes. That's… we'll need to find out what that's about. It's… worrying.

[This is nice, though! He gives a pleased chirp, reaching out for her.]

There- it's not so bad, is it?