Ginal was exhausted. She was starving, her muscles ached, she was sticky from sweat and knew she stank. It was the most blissfully wonderful night of her life. The redhead collapsed onto Selah, panting heavily. The bed sheets had long since been thrown to the floor, as they were only in the way of their exploration. After a decade of repressing herself and hiding from the world, Ginal felt as though a floodgate had been opened within herself, and the contents spilled forth as a flood of passion that would be dammed no longer.
Here in this rented room above the Quicksand, Selah was turning out to be a fantastic teacher, only aided by the dragoon's desire to learn exactly how Ginal may have differed from a regular woman. They had found their answers, and they would never tell.
I feel amazing.
The miqo'te nuzzled the hyur lovingly.
"Hey...Guess what..." Selah managed through her broken breath.
"Mmm?" was all Ginal could muster.
The hyur pulled Ginal closer into an embrace and kissed her forehead, "I love you."
The lancer opened her eyes to see the auburn haired woman smiling at her.
Is this for real? Is she telling the truth? Are we just caught in the moment? Is it too soon? Do I say it back? Is she really mine?
Selah placed her finger over Ginal's lips, "Hey, I see you worrying. I promise, it's for real." The hyur turned her head to kiss her lover, and Ginal again felt as if she were melting.
"I love you." the redhead was finally able to reply.
Here in this rented room above the Quicksand, Selah was turning out to be a fantastic teacher, only aided by the dragoon's desire to learn exactly how Ginal may have differed from a regular woman. They had found their answers, and they would never tell.
I feel amazing.
The miqo'te nuzzled the hyur lovingly.
"Hey...Guess what..." Selah managed through her broken breath.
"Mmm?" was all Ginal could muster.
The hyur pulled Ginal closer into an embrace and kissed her forehead, "I love you."
The lancer opened her eyes to see the auburn haired woman smiling at her.
Is this for real? Is she telling the truth? Are we just caught in the moment? Is it too soon? Do I say it back? Is she really mine?
Selah placed her finger over Ginal's lips, "Hey, I see you worrying. I promise, it's for real." The hyur turned her head to kiss her lover, and Ginal again felt as if she were melting.
"I love you." the redhead was finally able to reply.
"Good morning..." the miqo'te murmured through a contented purr. She lie for a long moment, only groggily aware of her surroundings as she indulged in a moment of reliving what she and Selah had spent the last four days indulging in, idly tracing her finger up and down herself.
"You're amazing, you know that?" she grinned wide. There was no reply. She opened her eyes and began to look about as they slowly adjusted to the morning light coming through the window, "I'm talking to you, Missy."
"You're amazing, you know that?" she grinned wide. There was no reply. She opened her eyes and began to look about as they slowly adjusted to the morning light coming through the window, "I'm talking to you, Missy."
Selah wasn't there.
At first, the miqo'te thought maybe Selah had just slipped away to fetch their breakfast, so she waited. After an hour had passed, she thought perhaps her dragoon needed to finish some sort of goldsmithing business, so she ate and busied herself with some lance form practice outside the city gate. By sunset in Ul'dah, Ginal had spent her day searching the goldsmith's guild and the Ruby Road Exchange, while checking back at their room periodically. Now, as she stood outside the Quicksand and watched the sun slowly set, a stark realization took hold.
She left. She doesn't love me at all.
Ginal's ears drooped as she leaned over the front balcony's gray stone railing, and she was moments from tears. A happy squeak and a tugging on her arm, and the miqo'te turned to see a delivery moogle fluttering alongside her.
"Might you be...Guy-nul See-luh?" he asked as he read off from an envelope.
Ginal stared for a moment, then nodded. "Jihn-nahl Chay-lah, but yes."
"Right!" the moogle squeaked, "here ya go!"
The moogle fluttered away as the redhead read that the envelope was addressed from Selah. Her heart beat faster as she eagerly tore it open and pulled a letter from within.
"I'm sorry. I'll explain soon.
-Selah"
Ginal stared at the letter for a long moment, reading and rereading the two sentences as she kept expecting the words to change, to become more elaborate, to give some explanation as to where her lover had so quickly vanished. But they stayed the same each time she read them. She folded the letter and put it away in her pocket before retiring to their rented room.
Was it me?
On the next day, Ginal felt hopeful that Selah would indeed return soon to explain. She spent most of the day wandering the city to familiarize herself with it. The lancer was amazed at how different Ul'dah was from Gridania, now that she wasn't immediately distracted by Selah's presence and could properly pay attention.
Paved roads replaced the grass and soil. Towering walls replaced the hills and trees. Man made fountains replaced the streams. Haggling merchants and arguing customers replaced the celebratory hunters and the harmony preaching sages. And the stone, so much more carved stone than she had ever seen in her life. It was a very strange city to be in, making her feel more and more out of place to be there, and she had to fight to keep a nagging loneliness at bay.
Lunch at a little cafe off the Emerald Avenue. The noodles aren't as good here as that place we went to.
Window shopping at a jewelry store called Estaime's Aesthetics. It's all very nice...but the things Selah showed me how to craft were gorgeous.
Watching a match at the Coliseum. Selah pulled that move off much more gracefully.
Everything she saw and did only reminded her of Selah, and the ache in her heart would only grow throughout the day. After the sun had set, and the city's sconces lit the stone carved circle that was Ul'dah like a glowing gem in the night, Ginal retired to the room they shared. She dressed herself down and sat on the bed, clutching the sheets and inhaling the dragoon's scent. The miqo'te hugged her knees as she watched the stars outside the window.
Selah...where are you? Did I do something wrong?
She wept until she exhausted herself.
Ginal tried to be hopeful. She tried to be positive. She tried to keep busy and distracted, but after four days with no word or appearance from the woman who was supposed to have been hers, Ginal could stand it no longer.
She lied to me. She used me. She abandoned me. That damnable, rotten bitch!
The redhead was furious as she stormed her way through the mid day streets, and everything around her was only serving to further her agitation.
A flock of small birds sang to each other as they found their perches along the various windowsills. What in the hells is worth singing so happily for?
Two lalafell sat on a bench, holding hands and gazing starry-eyed at each other. Hmph. It won't last.
As she continued to stomp through the city, clad in her studded leathers as though headed for war, it was indeed everything she saw and heard that continued to raise her anger. Her tail flicked about in agitation with every step, and as she balled her fists at her side, she knew she had been wronged for the final time in her life.
Ginal's ears drooped as she leaned over the front balcony's gray stone railing, and she was moments from tears. A happy squeak and a tugging on her arm, and the miqo'te turned to see a delivery moogle fluttering alongside her.
"Might you be...Guy-nul See-luh?" he asked as he read off from an envelope.
Ginal stared for a moment, then nodded. "Jihn-nahl Chay-lah, but yes."
"Right!" the moogle squeaked, "here ya go!"
The moogle fluttered away as the redhead read that the envelope was addressed from Selah. Her heart beat faster as she eagerly tore it open and pulled a letter from within.
"I'm sorry. I'll explain soon.
-Selah"
Ginal stared at the letter for a long moment, reading and rereading the two sentences as she kept expecting the words to change, to become more elaborate, to give some explanation as to where her lover had so quickly vanished. But they stayed the same each time she read them. She folded the letter and put it away in her pocket before retiring to their rented room.
Was it me?
On the next day, Ginal felt hopeful that Selah would indeed return soon to explain. She spent most of the day wandering the city to familiarize herself with it. The lancer was amazed at how different Ul'dah was from Gridania, now that she wasn't immediately distracted by Selah's presence and could properly pay attention.
Paved roads replaced the grass and soil. Towering walls replaced the hills and trees. Man made fountains replaced the streams. Haggling merchants and arguing customers replaced the celebratory hunters and the harmony preaching sages. And the stone, so much more carved stone than she had ever seen in her life. It was a very strange city to be in, making her feel more and more out of place to be there, and she had to fight to keep a nagging loneliness at bay.
Lunch at a little cafe off the Emerald Avenue. The noodles aren't as good here as that place we went to.
Window shopping at a jewelry store called Estaime's Aesthetics. It's all very nice...but the things Selah showed me how to craft were gorgeous.
Watching a match at the Coliseum. Selah pulled that move off much more gracefully.
Everything she saw and did only reminded her of Selah, and the ache in her heart would only grow throughout the day. After the sun had set, and the city's sconces lit the stone carved circle that was Ul'dah like a glowing gem in the night, Ginal retired to the room they shared. She dressed herself down and sat on the bed, clutching the sheets and inhaling the dragoon's scent. The miqo'te hugged her knees as she watched the stars outside the window.
Selah...where are you? Did I do something wrong?
She wept until she exhausted herself.
Ginal tried to be hopeful. She tried to be positive. She tried to keep busy and distracted, but after four days with no word or appearance from the woman who was supposed to have been hers, Ginal could stand it no longer.
She lied to me. She used me. She abandoned me. That damnable, rotten bitch!
The redhead was furious as she stormed her way through the mid day streets, and everything around her was only serving to further her agitation.
A flock of small birds sang to each other as they found their perches along the various windowsills. What in the hells is worth singing so happily for?
Two lalafell sat on a bench, holding hands and gazing starry-eyed at each other. Hmph. It won't last.
As she continued to stomp through the city, clad in her studded leathers as though headed for war, it was indeed everything she saw and heard that continued to raise her anger. Her tail flicked about in agitation with every step, and as she balled her fists at her side, she knew she had been wronged for the final time in her life.
I Twelve damned trusted her. I gods damned fucking gave myself to her. I will never forgive this!
She sharply rounded the corner as she hit the end of another street, and stopped short as she stood face to face with the miqo'te black mage employed by her own free company.
"Whoa!" he shouted out as he stopped short. Though she couldn't see his face under the shadow of his hat, she felt his eyes upon her, "Hey, you're...Ginal, right? We met at the Canopy the other week. I'm Aerick." The mage held out his hand, which the lancer reluctantly shook as she tried to force her temper back down.
"Hey, Histy!" the mage turned to his side to shout. A miqo'te woman with long black hair and bright blue eyes walked up alongside them. Ginal vaguely recalled the name "Histy" being spoken during the attack on Bentbranch in reference to a dragoon, which would match the lance on the woman's back. What the redhead found most distinctive about her, though, was the long black leather coat she wore, and the strange but somehow suiting red embroidery across it.
"This is Grez's "little sis" Ginal, remember her?" the male miqo'te asked the other female.
"Oh right," Historia answered, also extending her hand. "Historia Crux, at your service my lady." she offered an exaggerated bow with a playful smirk.
What, is that supposed to be funny?
"Grez is here, too, if you want to go see him." the mage offered. Ginal's ears twitched at the words, and her heart began to beat faster.
Grez...this is your fault, too.
"Where?" she asked simply, her voice somewhat deadpan as she continued to hold her anger at bay.
"Oh, the East Thanalan gate," the mage replied. The redhead turned quickly and began to stalk off toward said city gate. "Hey, ask him about that rivalry he had with that one lady dragoon!" she heard Historia call out.
She didn't care at all.
Gods damn you, Grezel.
Ginal's boots fell heavy with each deliberate step. She held her eyes narrow as she kept focused on the city gate she was approaching. Her tail flicked rapidly. Her breaths were short and rapid.
You encouraged all this.
She stopped in mid step when she saw him. Grezel Lionight, ever clad in that dark and spiny armor, leaned against the stone wall with his arms folded. The miqo'te began to growl as she clenched her fists so tight that they screamed an ache to relax. She couldn't feel it through her own building rage.
You should have just left me alone.
Her fists relaxed a bit as another woman, a miqo'te, strode up to the dragoon. This woman, clad in some sort of white and purple dress with fur lined shoulders, raised her hand to caress Grezel's cheek, and the hyur in turn took her hands in his.
When did that happen? It doesn't matter.
The lancer shook the thought from her mind as her temper began to flare again, and she made her way toward the couple.
The dragoon turned his head as Ginal approached, "Sister! I had wondered when I would see you." The hyur's voice was less stoic and more joyful than she was used to hearing. He gently ran a gauntlet clad hand through the other miqo'te's white, red highlighted hair, idly rubbing his fingers over one of her long bangs. "This is Kotori, my..."
"Don't care." Ginal sharply interrupted. She was seething now, and felt like she would explode as though she were one of those bomb creatures. She knew Grezel's body language well enough to know that he was confused.
"My love, would you excuse us for a moment" the hyur asked of the dress wearing miqo'te.
"Of course," she replied with a polite, but confused smile.
The dragoon walked with his adopted sibling through the city gate and along the edge of the wall a short way before turning back to her. The redhead was trembling in anger that could no longer be hidden.
"What is it, sister? What happened?" he asked of her.
"I should of never listened to you!" she spat the words through grit teeth and it was clear the hyur was taken aback.
"What did I do?" his voice was gently pleading for an answer.
Her tail rapidly swished about, her fists were balled so tight that it hurt, and her eyes were clouded by angry tears.
"You told me to trust someone! Well, I did, and she abandoned me!" Ginal shook her head furiously, "I opened myself to her. I gods damned gave myself to her, Grez! And she just vanished, just left without a word!"
The hyur's mouth hung part open for a long moment as he seemed to be searching for words, "I..."
Her face suddenly twisted into a rage filled snarl, "And it's all because I listened to you! I will not forgive you!"
With a speed she had never before achieved, she had unharnessed her lance and sprang at the dragoon. As she plunged her lance forward, a single thought took hold of her.
I will make you hurt as much as I am!
The dragoon sidestepped the attack, then back flipped over another, "Sister! What in all the hells has taken you?! Stop this!"
"Just shut up!" the miqo'te screamed, shifting herself forward and launching a series of quick thrusts that Grezel deflected with his own weapon. "I'll make you bleed! I'll make you hurt!" the redhead's voice was broken as tears flew from her face with every movement. The miqo'te sprang back and jumped, raising her spear and hurling it toward her brother. The weapons scraped along Grezel's armored torso with a flash of sparks.
Ginal practically ripped her gloves from her hands and dropped into a crouch, displaying her nails and raised tail with a sound that was more akin to a roaring lioness than any hiss she ever uttered. She looked absolutely feral.
"You probably mocked me while my back was turned, didn't you?!" She sprang forward again and slashed her nails furiously at him, scraping along his gauntlet as Grezel tried to shield himself.
"Ginal, I have never done such a thing! I have never tried to steer you wrong! Tell me what happened, let me help you!"
"No more talking! You've all wronged me for the last time!" The redhead slashed again, and again, her nails wildly scraping the dragoon's dark armor plating.
"That's enough!"
Ginal froze at the voice.
"What is this?!" Selah asked as she stepped closer. "Ginal, why in the hells are you attacking Grezel? What's going on?"
About time you showed your face, you cowardly bitch!
The redhead turned sharply and narrowed her gaze on the female dragoon, "I'm just finishing what you two started!"
Ginal's breathing still came in short, sharp breaths as her tail flicked about. "This is your fault, too, gods damn it!"
Selah looked shocked beyond the telling, her brow furrowed and her mouth hanging open as Ginal could swear she saw the wheels of the female hyur's mind turning. Finally, Selah looked beyond the miqo'te to Grezel, "Leave us, please. Let me figure this out."
The male dragoon looked between the two and hesitantly walked away, confusion and shock still apparent in his body language. He stopped once to look back, but shook his head and continued on his way.
"Ginal, please tell me, " Selah began, "what's gotten you so damned wound up?"
Ginal bore her fangs as the hyur woman, "He told me to trust you! He knew this would happen, I had to make him pay!"
The auburn haired dragoon shook her head questioningly, "Knew what would happen?"
"You lied to me! You abandoned me! You fucking used me!" the miqo'te's words were spat along with a venomous hiss. Tears again welled within Ginal's eyes.
"I had a message sent for you, to explain everything," Selah's words came slow and deliberate, her voice forcefully held at an even tone.
"You mean this?," the redhead sharply replied, and threw the folded letter at Selah.
The female dragoon picked up the letter and read it, then threw it down with an explosive sigh, "Damn you, Tataru." The auburn haired woman looked to the miqo'te, "Ginal, I gave someone specific instructions on what the letter was supposed to say. I'm sorry this happened, I didn't mean for such a vague thing to be delivered."
Ginal growled her words at Selah, "No, you don't just tell someone what to say for you! You wait to say it to me yourself, do you understand me? You owe me that much!"
The miqo'te blinked, and suddenly Selah was upon her, their faces mere inches apart, "You listen to me, Ginal Celah," Selah's words were as angry as her eyes as she defended herself, "You have no right to treat me this way! You don't own me!" Selah's breath came in rapidly as she was, herself, beginning to tremble in anger.
Own you?
She sharply rounded the corner as she hit the end of another street, and stopped short as she stood face to face with the miqo'te black mage employed by her own free company.
"Whoa!" he shouted out as he stopped short. Though she couldn't see his face under the shadow of his hat, she felt his eyes upon her, "Hey, you're...Ginal, right? We met at the Canopy the other week. I'm Aerick." The mage held out his hand, which the lancer reluctantly shook as she tried to force her temper back down.
"Hey, Histy!" the mage turned to his side to shout. A miqo'te woman with long black hair and bright blue eyes walked up alongside them. Ginal vaguely recalled the name "Histy" being spoken during the attack on Bentbranch in reference to a dragoon, which would match the lance on the woman's back. What the redhead found most distinctive about her, though, was the long black leather coat she wore, and the strange but somehow suiting red embroidery across it.
"This is Grez's "little sis" Ginal, remember her?" the male miqo'te asked the other female.
"Oh right," Historia answered, also extending her hand. "Historia Crux, at your service my lady." she offered an exaggerated bow with a playful smirk.
What, is that supposed to be funny?
"Grez is here, too, if you want to go see him." the mage offered. Ginal's ears twitched at the words, and her heart began to beat faster.
Grez...this is your fault, too.
"Where?" she asked simply, her voice somewhat deadpan as she continued to hold her anger at bay.
"Oh, the East Thanalan gate," the mage replied. The redhead turned quickly and began to stalk off toward said city gate. "Hey, ask him about that rivalry he had with that one lady dragoon!" she heard Historia call out.
She didn't care at all.
Gods damn you, Grezel.
Ginal's boots fell heavy with each deliberate step. She held her eyes narrow as she kept focused on the city gate she was approaching. Her tail flicked rapidly. Her breaths were short and rapid.
You encouraged all this.
She stopped in mid step when she saw him. Grezel Lionight, ever clad in that dark and spiny armor, leaned against the stone wall with his arms folded. The miqo'te began to growl as she clenched her fists so tight that they screamed an ache to relax. She couldn't feel it through her own building rage.
You should have just left me alone.
Her fists relaxed a bit as another woman, a miqo'te, strode up to the dragoon. This woman, clad in some sort of white and purple dress with fur lined shoulders, raised her hand to caress Grezel's cheek, and the hyur in turn took her hands in his.
When did that happen? It doesn't matter.
The lancer shook the thought from her mind as her temper began to flare again, and she made her way toward the couple.
The dragoon turned his head as Ginal approached, "Sister! I had wondered when I would see you." The hyur's voice was less stoic and more joyful than she was used to hearing. He gently ran a gauntlet clad hand through the other miqo'te's white, red highlighted hair, idly rubbing his fingers over one of her long bangs. "This is Kotori, my..."
"Don't care." Ginal sharply interrupted. She was seething now, and felt like she would explode as though she were one of those bomb creatures. She knew Grezel's body language well enough to know that he was confused.
"My love, would you excuse us for a moment" the hyur asked of the dress wearing miqo'te.
"Of course," she replied with a polite, but confused smile.
The dragoon walked with his adopted sibling through the city gate and along the edge of the wall a short way before turning back to her. The redhead was trembling in anger that could no longer be hidden.
"What is it, sister? What happened?" he asked of her.
"I should of never listened to you!" she spat the words through grit teeth and it was clear the hyur was taken aback.
"What did I do?" his voice was gently pleading for an answer.
Her tail rapidly swished about, her fists were balled so tight that it hurt, and her eyes were clouded by angry tears.
"You told me to trust someone! Well, I did, and she abandoned me!" Ginal shook her head furiously, "I opened myself to her. I gods damned gave myself to her, Grez! And she just vanished, just left without a word!"
The hyur's mouth hung part open for a long moment as he seemed to be searching for words, "I..."
Her face suddenly twisted into a rage filled snarl, "And it's all because I listened to you! I will not forgive you!"
With a speed she had never before achieved, she had unharnessed her lance and sprang at the dragoon. As she plunged her lance forward, a single thought took hold of her.
I will make you hurt as much as I am!
The dragoon sidestepped the attack, then back flipped over another, "Sister! What in all the hells has taken you?! Stop this!"
"Just shut up!" the miqo'te screamed, shifting herself forward and launching a series of quick thrusts that Grezel deflected with his own weapon. "I'll make you bleed! I'll make you hurt!" the redhead's voice was broken as tears flew from her face with every movement. The miqo'te sprang back and jumped, raising her spear and hurling it toward her brother. The weapons scraped along Grezel's armored torso with a flash of sparks.
Ginal practically ripped her gloves from her hands and dropped into a crouch, displaying her nails and raised tail with a sound that was more akin to a roaring lioness than any hiss she ever uttered. She looked absolutely feral.
"You probably mocked me while my back was turned, didn't you?!" She sprang forward again and slashed her nails furiously at him, scraping along his gauntlet as Grezel tried to shield himself.
"Ginal, I have never done such a thing! I have never tried to steer you wrong! Tell me what happened, let me help you!"
"No more talking! You've all wronged me for the last time!" The redhead slashed again, and again, her nails wildly scraping the dragoon's dark armor plating.
"That's enough!"
Ginal froze at the voice.
"What is this?!" Selah asked as she stepped closer. "Ginal, why in the hells are you attacking Grezel? What's going on?"
About time you showed your face, you cowardly bitch!
The redhead turned sharply and narrowed her gaze on the female dragoon, "I'm just finishing what you two started!"
Ginal's breathing still came in short, sharp breaths as her tail flicked about. "This is your fault, too, gods damn it!"
Selah looked shocked beyond the telling, her brow furrowed and her mouth hanging open as Ginal could swear she saw the wheels of the female hyur's mind turning. Finally, Selah looked beyond the miqo'te to Grezel, "Leave us, please. Let me figure this out."
The male dragoon looked between the two and hesitantly walked away, confusion and shock still apparent in his body language. He stopped once to look back, but shook his head and continued on his way.
"Ginal, please tell me, " Selah began, "what's gotten you so damned wound up?"
Ginal bore her fangs as the hyur woman, "He told me to trust you! He knew this would happen, I had to make him pay!"
The auburn haired dragoon shook her head questioningly, "Knew what would happen?"
"You lied to me! You abandoned me! You fucking used me!" the miqo'te's words were spat along with a venomous hiss. Tears again welled within Ginal's eyes.
"I had a message sent for you, to explain everything," Selah's words came slow and deliberate, her voice forcefully held at an even tone.
"You mean this?," the redhead sharply replied, and threw the folded letter at Selah.
The female dragoon picked up the letter and read it, then threw it down with an explosive sigh, "Damn you, Tataru." The auburn haired woman looked to the miqo'te, "Ginal, I gave someone specific instructions on what the letter was supposed to say. I'm sorry this happened, I didn't mean for such a vague thing to be delivered."
Ginal growled her words at Selah, "No, you don't just tell someone what to say for you! You wait to say it to me yourself, do you understand me? You owe me that much!"
The miqo'te blinked, and suddenly Selah was upon her, their faces mere inches apart, "You listen to me, Ginal Celah," Selah's words were as angry as her eyes as she defended herself, "You have no right to treat me this way! You don't own me!" Selah's breath came in rapidly as she was, herself, beginning to tremble in anger.
Own you?
Ginal recoiled as though slapped, her fists and tail immediately relaxing, "No, I...I never meant..."
The hyur slowly drew in a breath and let it free, calming herself as gently took hold of Ginal's shoulders, "If you can calm down, I'll tell you why I was gone."
The redhead nodded slowly as she sank to the ground and leaned back against the city's stone wall. Selah joined her on the ground, slowly putting an arm around the miqo'te.
"I am part of an organization called the Scions of the Seventh Dawn," she explained. "More than anything, our purpose is to lead the fight against threats to Eorzea's people that even the mighty Grand Companies may not be able to rise to meet, such as the primals."
Ginal nodded as she listened, for she was aware of the threat the primal's posed.
"The Amalj'aa summoned a primal called Ifrit," the hyur continued, "and I was contacted by the Scions to lead the offensive against the beast."
"But...couldn't you have waited to tell me?" Ginal cautiously inquired.
Selah shook her head, "Ifrit was summoned within Thanalan, and I needed to move quickly to meet the free companies that were drafted to support me. Some groups called Doom and...I don't remember the other one. Guess it doesn't matter."
Ginal closed her eyes in concession, "That's why Grezel and the others were here..."
The dragoon nodded, "I know I was gone for days, but the Amalj'aa don't always summon their lord in the same place, and even using Aethernet travel it took us a long while to find him. Then there's the fight itself, and primals are not easy to kill. I sincerely only returned a few hours ago."
The dragoon looked down at Ginal and titled her face up, "I had to leave immediately, and didn't have the time to explain. I didn't just need to protect Ul'dah from the beast, I needed to protect you, Ginal. If Ifrit were left to rampage, the gods only know how much damage could have been done to Ul'dah."
The miqo'te shook her head slowly as she leaned against her lover, "I'm...I'm sorry, Selah. I've been...horrible."
Selah met Ginal's gaze, "Ginal...I need you to be able to trust me. I need you to understand that, sometimes, we may have duties to attend to that will separate us for a time, but that we will always be able to come home to each other. If we're going to be serious about this, and I want so badly to be serious about this, I just need that trust from you. Can you give it?"
Ginal nodded after a short pause, "I will try."
Ginal closed her eyes as she leaned back against her lover, and Selah kissed the miqo'te's forehead. They sat together as sunset crept upon the city, and Ginal knew that she would keep trying to give that kind of trust, until trying was no longer needed.
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