The amalj'aa warrior stood before the table, and watched as the emerald and sapphire cards slowly slid apart from each other. The card that held the image of the shield flanked by lions sat defiantly between them. The warrior's face twisted into a cruel smile as the low light of the room's candles gleamed off his shining breastplate.
"Their bond is breaking." he stated with a satisfied grunt.
The Lady, her flowing white gown continuing to dance with an unseen breeze, slowly nodded. "Yes, but they are not yet broken apart. Make them live apart, and through adversity, and their bond should completely shatter."
With a guttural chortle, the Warrior slapped his palms on the table. "They may be more like real people than we give them credit for. We apply unforeseen pressures, and they fall on old habits!"
The elezen's slight smile turned down in a thoughtful frown. "A pity, too. They had made such strides in learning to live together again. They were becoming genuinely considerate and communicative." She looked to her companion with a quirked brow. "Perhaps they have become people? You are correct about people succumbing to old habits when under duress."
"People or not, Amani and Serafine should have surrendered themselves to our judgment in their first life. We did not wish to see our champion tormented so, but we can not allow this blatant disregard of our will to continue."
"Nor can we, from our champion." the Lady agreed.
The Warrior extended his hand, and the top card of the deck floated up, and rested beneath the emerald card. It flipped over, to reveal an image of an aetheryte tower.
"Emera is still the weaker of them." he insisted. "Now that they will be apart, she can be killed, and we will make Sapphine live alone."
The Lady softly shook her head. "Truly, we do not relish this. But they must both pay for their betrayal to their masters."
"Our will be done!"
The early morning sky was beginning its change from black to dark blue, as the sun began its slow rise. Ginal maundered down the paved path that wound its way through The Goblet, her head held low and her tail dangling limply. She passed by other, smaller, stone carved homes, and was aware of a lalafellan couple jogging past. She had no words to answer their cheery greeting.
"As your wife, I'm telling you, you CAN'T go!"
"And as YOUR wife, I'm telling you, you don't OWN me!"
She winced as the words echoed in her heart.
Red clouded her vision as her heart thundered in her ears, and she turned on her heel to bring her palm across her wife's face.
The miqo'te realized she had reached the archway into the yard of her free company's manor. She stood there, in the dark blue of pending dawn, and found she could step no further towards the home of her mercenary friends.
They'd ask where Selah was. Her heart began to race. They'd ask what happened. Her chest felt tight. They'd ask what was going to happen next. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She dropped her travel bag and backed away. The front door of the manor slowly opened, and she heard two or three voices chattering happily with each other. She couldn't immediately place who she saw strolling out into the yard, but they recognized her.
"Oh, Gin! Welcome back! Rested I hope?" a woman's voice, young.
"Did you two lovely ladies get plenty of quality time together out there?" a man's voice, spoken in a jesting tone.
Ginal wished her eyes weren't so blurry from the tears, so she could have identified who was speaking. But she couldn't, nor could she stand to be here any longer. She turned and ran, down the stone streets, into the blue of morning. She ran and ran, only barely seeing where she was going, until fortune seemed to smile briefly on her, and she stumbled upon an aetheryte crystal. She set her hands on the knee-high construct, closed her eyes, and wished herself to be in the last place she felt was safe.
She felt the world twist and bend around her, and a sensation of weightlessness. It felt like her very form twisted and broke apart, until it ceased to exist, and all she could hear or see, was black. Finally, a hum gradually grew louder, and spots of color began to dot the black nothing before her. Blurry shapes manifested around her, and the world slowly swirled into existence.
The miqo'te stood upon the deck of Gridania's aetheryte tower.
Ginal's trembling and breathing began to slow, "Could you really be with someone like me?"
Selah smiled a soft, genuine and loving smile, "Of course I could."
She felt dizzy, and weak, as she she tried to step forward.
The proprietress smiled knowingly and gave Ginal's hand another squeeze, "Trust when I say, that I have every confidence in Selah's capacity for loyalty. As well, I firmly believe that you two will be very, very good for each other."
She wiped at her blurry eyes as her stomach turned over, and she reached the deck railing after stumbling into other passersby coming from and going into the Aethernet. Words, images, and even smells tore through her mind at a speed that disoriented her. Her chest felt tight, and her breath came in short, sharp bursts.
Her stomach's protest reached its peak, and she lost her most recent meal over the railing. Her trembling hands released her lance from the strap that harnessed it to her back, and tried to use its leverage to steady herself. Try as she might, Ginal simply didn't have the strength to stand, and she collapsed to the deck.
"Is she okay?"
"Someone get a healer!"
The miqo'te heard the shouts, and wanted to protest aide, but she couldn't focus enough to find the speakers. Her head spun, her heart thundered in her ears, her vision was unfocused. She reached for her steel-crafted lance, desperately seeking its comfort and support.
"Lass, you alright?"
Ginal felt a hand on her shoulder, and could see the shape of the person trying to help her, but the world was losing focus as her breaths came in ragged bursts. With all the strength she had left, she managed to push herself to her knees, and looked up to her helper.
"Ywain...I need to see Ywain..."
The world faded to black before Ginal felt herself slump over.
The journey by ferry from Costa del Sol to Limsa Lominsa was only about a day's ride, but for Selah, it felt like a week had passed. She found herself a spot on the deck, by the railing that overlooked the sea itself, and hadn't budged. Her heart was heavy, and her very soul ached.
They'd ask where Selah was. Her heart began to race. They'd ask what happened. Her chest felt tight. They'd ask what was going to happen next. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She dropped her travel bag and backed away. The front door of the manor slowly opened, and she heard two or three voices chattering happily with each other. She couldn't immediately place who she saw strolling out into the yard, but they recognized her.
"Oh, Gin! Welcome back! Rested I hope?" a woman's voice, young.
"Did you two lovely ladies get plenty of quality time together out there?" a man's voice, spoken in a jesting tone.
Ginal wished her eyes weren't so blurry from the tears, so she could have identified who was speaking. But she couldn't, nor could she stand to be here any longer. She turned and ran, down the stone streets, into the blue of morning. She ran and ran, only barely seeing where she was going, until fortune seemed to smile briefly on her, and she stumbled upon an aetheryte crystal. She set her hands on the knee-high construct, closed her eyes, and wished herself to be in the last place she felt was safe.
She felt the world twist and bend around her, and a sensation of weightlessness. It felt like her very form twisted and broke apart, until it ceased to exist, and all she could hear or see, was black. Finally, a hum gradually grew louder, and spots of color began to dot the black nothing before her. Blurry shapes manifested around her, and the world slowly swirled into existence.
The miqo'te stood upon the deck of Gridania's aetheryte tower.
Ginal's trembling and breathing began to slow, "Could you really be with someone like me?"
Selah smiled a soft, genuine and loving smile, "Of course I could."
She felt dizzy, and weak, as she she tried to step forward.
The proprietress smiled knowingly and gave Ginal's hand another squeeze, "Trust when I say, that I have every confidence in Selah's capacity for loyalty. As well, I firmly believe that you two will be very, very good for each other."
She wiped at her blurry eyes as her stomach turned over, and she reached the deck railing after stumbling into other passersby coming from and going into the Aethernet. Words, images, and even smells tore through her mind at a speed that disoriented her. Her chest felt tight, and her breath came in short, sharp bursts.
"Ginal...let's make this official. Move in with me."
The lancer hesitated as she studied her lover. "What if I drop my boots on the bed?"
"Then you can change the sheets."
"And if I put your books in the wrong spot?"
"Then you can arrange them properly."
The redhead again hesitated, "And what if we have an argument?"
"Then we'll talk about it, after we cool down, and figure out what we could have done better."
Ginal smiled brightly a she sat up and hugged her dragoon.
"I love you, my Lady."
"I love you, my Kitten."
Her stomach's protest reached its peak, and she lost her most recent meal over the railing. Her trembling hands released her lance from the strap that harnessed it to her back, and tried to use its leverage to steady herself. Try as she might, Ginal simply didn't have the strength to stand, and she collapsed to the deck.
"Is she okay?"
"Someone get a healer!"
The miqo'te heard the shouts, and wanted to protest aide, but she couldn't focus enough to find the speakers. Her head spun, her heart thundered in her ears, her vision was unfocused. She reached for her steel-crafted lance, desperately seeking its comfort and support.
"Lass, you alright?"
Ginal felt a hand on her shoulder, and could see the shape of the person trying to help her, but the world was losing focus as her breaths came in ragged bursts. With all the strength she had left, she managed to push herself to her knees, and looked up to her helper.
"Ywain...I need to see Ywain..."
The world faded to black before Ginal felt herself slump over.
The journey by ferry from Costa del Sol to Limsa Lominsa was only about a day's ride, but for Selah, it felt like a week had passed. She found herself a spot on the deck, by the railing that overlooked the sea itself, and hadn't budged. Her heart was heavy, and her very soul ached.
Selah hadn't said anything all day, nor had she eaten when her mother offered meals. She simply stood there, as gulls called to each other overhead, watching the waters and thinking of how the blue-green of the sea reminded her of Ginal.
My Kitten...
The sun was beginning to set, but it would be at least a few hours more until they docked at Limsa Lominsa.
"Selah, dear, you must be hungry." Charlotte stated as she came up behind her daughter. "Come down to the cabin and eat something."
The mother had changed into a long, gray tunic and matching pants, which seemed to highlight the callouses on her hands, and the lines under her eyes. By no means an unattractive woman, but she had clearly spent her life at honest labor, and gray didn't flatter that fact.
Selah simply shook her head, continuing to gaze out at the waters that stretched on before her. Charlotte looked away as a glint of sadness appeared in her eyes. "You...really love her, don't you?"
Selah simply shook her head, continuing to gaze out at the waters that stretched on before her. Charlotte looked away as a glint of sadness appeared in her eyes. "You...really love her, don't you?"
The daughter stood silent as her shoulders slumped. She turned to her mother with a thin stream of tears down each cheek. "What do you think?"
The mother replied with a soft sigh as she shook her head. "I don't know why it was so important to me to come find you...but I'm really beginning to wish I hadn't."
"So do I." Selah turned back to the sea.
Charlotte opened her mouth to speak, but no sounds crossed her lips. She reached for her daughter's shoulder, but stopped short, and withdrew. She again tried to speak, and her voice cracked as she choked on her own words.
"Haven't you said enough?" Selah sharply asked.
The mother pursed her lips for a moment before she silently nodded, then turned and walked away. Selah hung her head and mentally scolded herself. She knew her mother was trying to talk to her, maybe even trying to make amends to some degree, but for the life of her Selah couldn't stand the thought of really engaging with her mother. Not now, not after all the things her mother had pushed her into.
She was even willing to blame Charlotte for her separation from her wife. If she hadn't shown up with that damned letter, this wouldn't have happened. Selah would never have known, and she would have been free from Geoffrey's shadow, and could have just lived the life she wanted with her beloved.
If it weren't for her mother, Selah could have been happy.
It took a moment before Selah realized she was crying. The thin streams under her eyes now looked like miniature forking rivers, and her eyes were so blurry that she could barely see. She stood from her stooping and pulled a cloth from her pocket to wipe her eyes and nose.
"Selah?"
It was a familiar voice, young and with a seemingly permanent cheery lilt. She looked uo to see a raven-haired hyur girl, clad in simple outfit of ankle-high boots, a simple halter and knee-length skirt, all black.
"Ozalie!"
She wiped at her eyes again in a desperate attempt to make herself presentable, but to seemingly no avail. Ozalie moved in close, her head tilted as she gauged the dragoon with worried eyes.
"Gods be good, Selah, I've haven't seen you like this since...well, since some very bad things were happening. What's wrong? And where's Ginal?"
Selah bit her lip and looked away. How could she explain in a way her friend would understand? Could she even explain in a way she could make herself understand? Her brow furrowed in frustration as she tried to say something, but each word she began to form felt improper, and so she said nothing.
"Tim's down in our cabin." Ozalie explained. "Why don't you come with me and we'll all talk about this?"
What choice was there? Selah could decline, but she knew Ozalie wouldn't accept that answer. This was the curse of having friends. The true ones had a bothersome habit of refusing to leave you alone when you were in a crisis.
Bless them for it.
Selah nodded and, after wiping her tears away again, slowly followed after her friend.
Ginal stretched and sighed, then finally opened her eyes. She felt groggy and disoriented as she forced herself to sit up on the strange bed in an unknown room.
"Feeling better?" asked the fatherly voice of Guildmaster Ywain.
She shook her head, "Not really."
Ywain moved from his small desk and sat on the bed's edge. His calm but piercing eyes locked with hers, and she couldn't help but feel that he knew more than he was letting on.
"Gods be good, Selah, I've haven't seen you like this since...well, since some very bad things were happening. What's wrong? And where's Ginal?"
Selah bit her lip and looked away. How could she explain in a way her friend would understand? Could she even explain in a way she could make herself understand? Her brow furrowed in frustration as she tried to say something, but each word she began to form felt improper, and so she said nothing.
"Tim's down in our cabin." Ozalie explained. "Why don't you come with me and we'll all talk about this?"
What choice was there? Selah could decline, but she knew Ozalie wouldn't accept that answer. This was the curse of having friends. The true ones had a bothersome habit of refusing to leave you alone when you were in a crisis.
Bless them for it.
Selah nodded and, after wiping her tears away again, slowly followed after her friend.
Ginal stretched and sighed, then finally opened her eyes. She felt groggy and disoriented as she forced herself to sit up on the strange bed in an unknown room.
"Feeling better?" asked the fatherly voice of Guildmaster Ywain.
She shook her head, "Not really."
Ywain moved from his small desk and sat on the bed's edge. His calm but piercing eyes locked with hers, and she couldn't help but feel that he knew more than he was letting on.
"What happened? Where's Selah?"
The miqo'te could only close her eyes and hang her head. As she felt the fading light of day through the small room's window, she felt terrible for choosing to not stand with her wife. And yet, she still felt betrayed that Selah would so easily leave her behind in persuit of something that they could have easily lived away from.
He rested a hand on her knee, and when she looked up at him, he tilted his head toward the door. "Come."
Ginal followed the Guildmaster out of his quarters, and into the Lancer's Guildhall proper. There were still a handful of trainees and Wood Wailers about, sharpening their lances and practicing their forms. She recognized two or three of the people present, up-and-comers who had trained alongside her months ago. It would seem she and Selah truly were the prodigal students whispers spoke of.
"Everyone." Ywain's calm-yet-stern voice echoed through the guildhall, and all present turned their attention to him. "I'm declaring the guildhall closed for the next two hours. Return later."
Nobody spoke up to protest or beg for more time, and the hall was empty within moments. Ywain took a lance from one of the weapon racks and tossed it to his former pupil. The miqo'te recognized the weapon immediately, the finely forged steel lance her beloved had gifted her months ago. The Guildmaster then brandished a bone-carved lance of his own, and beckoned Ginal to the training ring.
"Ywain...what is this about?"
"If you cannot find the words, then your lance will help you speak."
He dropped into a low stance and quickly lunged forward. Ginal twirled her lance before her to deflect the attack, but the Guildmaster shifted his weight back to withdraw, and swept the blunt end of his weapon toward her legs. She was too focused on defending her front, and was brought down on her back with a heavy "thud." Her eyes went wide as the lance blade pressed to her throat.
"You are distracted and confused." Ywain stated.
He withdrew the weapon and offered her a hand. The miqo'te rose to her feet, and silently nodded as the hyur resumed his position opposite her, weapon forward.
"Where is Selah?"
Ginal grimmaced as her heart began to pound. She gripped her lance tight and charged forward, thrusting forward with all her strength and an angry shout.
Ginal followed the Guildmaster out of his quarters, and into the Lancer's Guildhall proper. There were still a handful of trainees and Wood Wailers about, sharpening their lances and practicing their forms. She recognized two or three of the people present, up-and-comers who had trained alongside her months ago. It would seem she and Selah truly were the prodigal students whispers spoke of.
"Everyone." Ywain's calm-yet-stern voice echoed through the guildhall, and all present turned their attention to him. "I'm declaring the guildhall closed for the next two hours. Return later."
Nobody spoke up to protest or beg for more time, and the hall was empty within moments. Ywain took a lance from one of the weapon racks and tossed it to his former pupil. The miqo'te recognized the weapon immediately, the finely forged steel lance her beloved had gifted her months ago. The Guildmaster then brandished a bone-carved lance of his own, and beckoned Ginal to the training ring.
"Ywain...what is this about?"
"If you cannot find the words, then your lance will help you speak."
He dropped into a low stance and quickly lunged forward. Ginal twirled her lance before her to deflect the attack, but the Guildmaster shifted his weight back to withdraw, and swept the blunt end of his weapon toward her legs. She was too focused on defending her front, and was brought down on her back with a heavy "thud." Her eyes went wide as the lance blade pressed to her throat.
"You are distracted and confused." Ywain stated.
He withdrew the weapon and offered her a hand. The miqo'te rose to her feet, and silently nodded as the hyur resumed his position opposite her, weapon forward.
"Where is Selah?"
Ginal grimmaced as her heart began to pound. She gripped her lance tight and charged forward, thrusting forward with all her strength and an angry shout.
"She abandoned me!"
The hyur deflected the attack with his lance-shaft and knocked her back, then twirled his weapon overhead and swung it as a long sword.
"That can't be true, Ginal."
Ginal instinctively moved to tumble backwards, her foot nearly catching on her long skirt. The landing was unsteady and she stumbled in regaining her footing as Ywain strode toward her, twirling his lance before turning his back to her in a backwards thrust. She sidestepped and swung her own blunt end for his legs, but the Guildmaster twirled away.
She gripped her lance so tight that her knuckles were beginning to ache. Her heart thundered in her ears, and the edges of her vision began to turn red. A growl escaped her throat as she narrowed her eyes on her opponent, her ears and tail twitching wildly in agitation.
"She did! She Gods damned did!"
The miqo'te hefted her lance over her shoulder and threw with all her might. The weapon sped past Ywain's ear and planted itself into the wall, as the hyur stood silent and stoic. Ginal punched and swiped at the air around her, growling and shouting. She found herself right before the wall, and beat her fist against it as she slumped into it.
"Selah left me behind..." the miqo'te's voice began to crack as her eyes began to well.
Twain came to his student's side, a hand gently placed on her shoulder. "Come, let's go see Miounne."
As Ginal looked up at the Guildmaster, and thought of the mentioned proprietress, she allowed herself a slight smile. This must have qualified as the "tough love" she had heard of parents giving to their children.
She was glad to have a father like Ywain.
"Did you, at any point, actually explain to Ginal why you needed to go Revenant's Toll?" Timothy inquired. "Or at least, did you tell her why you need her to stand with you?"
Sitting in a simple wooden chair at the small table, Selah hung her head in her hands as the question stung her heart. She never tried to explain anything, aside from a simple "because I said so" approach.
"No..."
"But you asked her what she felt about it all, right?" Ozalie asked.
"...No."
"Well, shit." Ozalie declared, turning away in annoyance.
"Quite so." The elezen agreed. "Selah, what happened to you two? I thought your communication problem was resolved after that incident with the Cancer monster?"
She gripped her lance so tight that her knuckles were beginning to ache. Her heart thundered in her ears, and the edges of her vision began to turn red. A growl escaped her throat as she narrowed her eyes on her opponent, her ears and tail twitching wildly in agitation.
"She did! She Gods damned did!"
The miqo'te hefted her lance over her shoulder and threw with all her might. The weapon sped past Ywain's ear and planted itself into the wall, as the hyur stood silent and stoic. Ginal punched and swiped at the air around her, growling and shouting. She found herself right before the wall, and beat her fist against it as she slumped into it.
"Selah left me behind..." the miqo'te's voice began to crack as her eyes began to well.
Twain came to his student's side, a hand gently placed on her shoulder. "Come, let's go see Miounne."
As Ginal looked up at the Guildmaster, and thought of the mentioned proprietress, she allowed herself a slight smile. This must have qualified as the "tough love" she had heard of parents giving to their children.
She was glad to have a father like Ywain.
"Did you, at any point, actually explain to Ginal why you needed to go Revenant's Toll?" Timothy inquired. "Or at least, did you tell her why you need her to stand with you?"
Sitting in a simple wooden chair at the small table, Selah hung her head in her hands as the question stung her heart. She never tried to explain anything, aside from a simple "because I said so" approach.
"No..."
"But you asked her what she felt about it all, right?" Ozalie asked.
"...No."
"Well, shit." Ozalie declared, turning away in annoyance.
"Quite so." The elezen agreed. "Selah, what happened to you two? I thought your communication problem was resolved after that incident with the Cancer monster?"
Selah sighed as she sat up, and looked around the small cabin. It wasn't much of a cabin at all, with only barely the room for the small bed, small table and two chairs, and bedside nightstand to round it out. Candlelight danced along the walls as Timothy, ever dressed in finely tailored black and white suit, stood slightly hunched against the wall.
"I don't know, Tim. It was just...when I felt the pressure of everything on me, I just clammed up. All I could find in me to say was that I was going."
She gazed down at the rose-gold ring on her finger, and felt an ache tear through her soul as her heart began to race. "Oh, gods...what did I do?"
Ozalie reached for her friend's shoulder. "Do you have a linkpearl to talk to her through?"
"No, we took them out before we went on our honeymoon."
Timothy laughed softly. "Did I not tell you to never leave your linkpearl?"
"Heh...so you did."
"I still think you should turn around and go find her," Ozalie began. "But since I know how important this is to you, at least promise me you'll write her a letter as soon as you're able? Apologize, explain, and the Twelve's sake, make sure she knows you love her."
A ringing echoed through the small ship, as the deck bell announced their arrival at port. The three friends sat silent for a moment, then Selah embraced her friend.
"You're exactly right Ozalie. Thank you."
"Of course I am!" Ozalie replied with a laugh as she returned the hug.
Selah stood and looked to Timothy and accepted a farewell hug he was offering as well, "And thank you, Tim." She stepped away from her friends and shook her head in disbelief, "I have been such an idiot."
Timothy nodded his head as he laughed, "It amazes me that you two keep falling into these moods where you think that you are better off apart."
She had no response. She knew it was, plainly, stupid that this happened again. Just a little pressure from something they hadn't counted on, and they crumbled.
Gods I can get so wrapped up in stupid shit.
"I almost forgot!" Tim declared. "I received your letter, and I researched the name Everheart."
Selah turned back, her face fully displaying her interest in the elezen's findings.
"I regret to say that there is little information available, and most of that is located within the Sultanate's Royal Museum's closed archives. Fortunately for you, I have friends in high places." A grin stretched across his face, and it was obvious he was very pleased with himself.
"Sometimes you're full of yourself, you know that?" Ozalie jested with a smirk.
The dragoon gestured for her friend to continue, eyes wide with anticipation.
Timothy nodded. "Of course. The Everheart Circlets belonged to warriors of a past astral era, named Serafine and Amani, a bonded couple. The circlets were forged to be similar to the Eternity Rings of old legends, in that the gemstones fixed into the circlets were actually merged with small pieces of aetheryte, and then linked together."
She gazed down at the rose-gold ring on her finger, and felt an ache tear through her soul as her heart began to race. "Oh, gods...what did I do?"
Ozalie reached for her friend's shoulder. "Do you have a linkpearl to talk to her through?"
"No, we took them out before we went on our honeymoon."
Timothy laughed softly. "Did I not tell you to never leave your linkpearl?"
"Heh...so you did."
"I still think you should turn around and go find her," Ozalie began. "But since I know how important this is to you, at least promise me you'll write her a letter as soon as you're able? Apologize, explain, and the Twelve's sake, make sure she knows you love her."
A ringing echoed through the small ship, as the deck bell announced their arrival at port. The three friends sat silent for a moment, then Selah embraced her friend.
"You're exactly right Ozalie. Thank you."
"Of course I am!" Ozalie replied with a laugh as she returned the hug.
Selah stood and looked to Timothy and accepted a farewell hug he was offering as well, "And thank you, Tim." She stepped away from her friends and shook her head in disbelief, "I have been such an idiot."
Timothy nodded his head as he laughed, "It amazes me that you two keep falling into these moods where you think that you are better off apart."
She had no response. She knew it was, plainly, stupid that this happened again. Just a little pressure from something they hadn't counted on, and they crumbled.
Gods I can get so wrapped up in stupid shit.
"I almost forgot!" Tim declared. "I received your letter, and I researched the name Everheart."
Selah turned back, her face fully displaying her interest in the elezen's findings.
"I regret to say that there is little information available, and most of that is located within the Sultanate's Royal Museum's closed archives. Fortunately for you, I have friends in high places." A grin stretched across his face, and it was obvious he was very pleased with himself.
"Sometimes you're full of yourself, you know that?" Ozalie jested with a smirk.
The dragoon gestured for her friend to continue, eyes wide with anticipation.
Timothy nodded. "Of course. The Everheart Circlets belonged to warriors of a past astral era, named Serafine and Amani, a bonded couple. The circlets were forged to be similar to the Eternity Rings of old legends, in that the gemstones fixed into the circlets were actually merged with small pieces of aetheryte, and then linked together."
Selah absently nodded as she listened. Somehow it felt like she already knew these things.
"Serafine...was a miqo'te swordswoman, and Amani was an elezen mage."
Timothy looked to his friend in confusion. "How did you know that?"
"I...don't know."
A hard pounding on the cabin door, and one of the ship's crew could be heard calling to them. "All passengers off! We've arrived in Limsa Lominsa!"
The elezen took Ozalie's hand to help her up, kissing it as she rose.
"I need to be on my way." Selah stated. "I've got a lot to get to." She paused as she opened the cabin door, and looked back to her friends. "Thank you, for everything."
She moved on to find her mother and bird. The road wound ever ahead.
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