[Is that a small, proud smile over the Blizzard spell? It is, but you won't get him to admit it.
He curses briefly as the pecks make their way through his Protect, but just as he's about to cast another Medica, he feels the surge of earth-based aether surge up just before the Stoneskin materializes.
Wait. Stoneskin? From a thaumaturge?
Consider him impressed a little more; a conjurer that was willing to learn how to reach into the void with their aether and unleash elemental fury was, in his experience, a rare individual.
'I wonder what her reason is...?'
He could ask her later. For now, there were still two buzzards left. The ash wand lights up again as he casts.] Wind!
[With Aero now reapplied, he another Stone hits its mark, reducing the two to one. And that one is sleeping.] Keep it up - we're almost done!
[She looks up slightly, almost catching that smile before the cursing occurred. Well, it was Eorzea - she isn't entirely surprised. Yet for some reason this conjurer seemed...familiar.
'Where have I...?'
She shrugs it off for now, focusing on trying to take care of the last remaining buzzard. Which means it was time to switch things up a little bit, and likely gave it away that she was more used to two-handed canes as she set the last one ablaze.]
Good one! [Yeah, it's more than a little obvious by now that this caster is used to a two-handed cane instead of the cudgle she is currently using. But you can't argue with results.
He starts to channel the earth-aspected aether one last time, not bothering with a chant to focus.
He casts, and a final volley of stones hits the buzzard square on the head, putting it out of it's misery.
He sighs in relief, and places the ash wand back at his hip.] Glad I showed up when I did - that was a little close for comfort.
[He looks over at the thaumaturge and offers her what he hopes is an encouraging smile.] You did pretty good out there.
[She breathes a little sigh of relief when she sees the familiar spell smack the buzzard out of the sky, and with a slight hand gesture of apology for the life taken, she looks up to the taller conjurer with a faint smile crossing her lips.]
Thank you.
[For the help, or for the compliment? ...Likely both.]
Maybe I should... go somewhere else to practice next time...
[sob she will never be used to this kind of spellcasting...]
[That understatement, for some reason, gets a quiet chuckle out of him.] A few feet - ah, alms - closer to Horizon would be better. The buzzards like to stay closer to Crescent Cove.
[And they have that annoying habit of attacking anything that moves. He does a quick scan of the area, just to be sure that there aren't any more buzzards too close to them, before nodding and looking back at the miqo'te thaumaturge - and pausing briefly, a look of recognition appearing on his face.
No. Way. Tribal markings aside, this girl was a dead ringer for--] ... Naminè?
[Coincidence. Must be. He shakes his head as if to clear it, and then gets back on topic.] If we're going to keep talking, we should probably move somewhere safer.
[She nods, an affirmative noise escaping her as she blinks at the sudden correction. That was definitely not the Eorzean measurements she's started to grow accustomed to over the course of being here. That was more like... like...
The brief thought that the conjurer looked familiar stirred into something more. She knew this person, or... knew someone connected to them. She could sense the chains linking them, see the memory links lying there. She could pull at them if she wanted, but she didn't. She knew him.
She lowers her hood to get a better look at her brief savior.] Xe- no, Terra?
[This was not a coincidence. She knew it wasn't, could almost feel that warm pulsing from the planet itself confirming it.
She is not sorry for delaying in that response, because first instinct to stop and stare in shock. Hydaelyn... did she really...?]
[It's amazing, how he didn't think he could find himself in a bigger state of shock. It was one thing to have her confirm that yes, she was Naminè. But the way she had confirmed it?
Don't mind Terra as he tries to catch up to his thoughts.] You... know me?
['Slow down--don't get ahead of yourself.' There were only two ways that Naminè would recognize him. Either this was the Naminè that had been with him and Ira in the Tower of Animus, or...
'Or she's the one from back home.'
He wanted to ask - merciful Light, if she was the one that he, as Xemnas, had kept in contact with for the better part of a year, then it meant that he wasn't the only survivor of whatever it was that had destroyed his universe. And if Naminè had survived--
Damn it. He was getting ahead of himself again. And those buzzards were starting to make a comeback.
He looks towards the direction of Crescent Cove, then nods briefly.] Come on - we'll be safer over there.
[She blinks once, nodding in her current state of surprise. Of course she did... how could she forget one of the few things that was her life before being brought here?]
I do.
[She wouldn't have been able to forgive herself if she hadn't, which is another reason she slowly begins to head to Crescent Cove as asked. Be very grateful for that Dusk, dude. Be very, very grateful.]
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He curses briefly as the pecks make their way through his Protect, but just as he's about to cast another Medica, he feels the surge of earth-based aether surge up just before the Stoneskin materializes.
Wait. Stoneskin? From a thaumaturge?
Consider him impressed a little more; a conjurer that was willing to learn how to reach into the void with their aether and unleash elemental fury was, in his experience, a rare individual.
'I wonder what her reason is...?'
He could ask her later. For now, there were still two buzzards left. The ash wand lights up again as he casts.] Wind!
[With Aero now reapplied, he another Stone hits its mark, reducing the two to one. And that one is sleeping.] Keep it up - we're almost done!
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[She looks up slightly, almost catching that smile before the cursing occurred. Well, it was Eorzea - she isn't entirely surprised. Yet for some reason this conjurer seemed...familiar.
'Where have I...?'
She shrugs it off for now, focusing on trying to take care of the last remaining buzzard. Which means it was time to switch things up a little bit, and likely gave it away that she was more used to two-handed canes as she set the last one ablaze.]
Fire!
[...holy light it worked O O ]
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He starts to channel the earth-aspected aether one last time, not bothering with a chant to focus.
He casts, and a final volley of stones hits the buzzard square on the head, putting it out of it's misery.
He sighs in relief, and places the ash wand back at his hip.] Glad I showed up when I did - that was a little close for comfort.
[He looks over at the thaumaturge and offers her what he hopes is an encouraging smile.] You did pretty good out there.
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[She breathes a little sigh of relief when she sees the familiar spell smack the buzzard out of the sky, and with a slight hand gesture of apology for the life taken, she looks up to the taller conjurer with a faint smile crossing her lips.]
Thank you.
[For the help, or for the compliment? ...Likely both.]
Maybe I should... go somewhere else to practice next time...
[sob she will never be used to this kind of spellcasting...]
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[And they have that annoying habit of attacking anything that moves. He does a quick scan of the area, just to be sure that there aren't any more buzzards too close to them, before nodding and looking back at the miqo'te thaumaturge - and pausing briefly, a look of recognition appearing on his face.
No. Way. Tribal markings aside, this girl was a dead ringer for--] ... Naminè?
[Coincidence. Must be. He shakes his head as if to clear it, and then gets back on topic.] If we're going to keep talking, we should probably move somewhere safer.
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[She nods, an affirmative noise escaping her as she blinks at the sudden correction. That was definitely not the Eorzean measurements she's started to grow accustomed to over the course of being here. That was more like... like...
The brief thought that the conjurer looked familiar stirred into something more. She knew this person, or... knew someone connected to them. She could sense the chains linking them, see the memory links lying there. She could pull at them if she wanted, but she didn't. She knew him.
She lowers her hood to get a better look at her brief savior.] Xe- no, Terra?
[This was not a coincidence. She knew it wasn't, could almost feel that warm pulsing from the planet itself confirming it.
She is not sorry for delaying in that response, because first instinct to stop and stare in shock. Hydaelyn... did she really...?]
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Don't mind Terra as he tries to catch up to his thoughts.] You... know me?
['Slow down--don't get ahead of yourself.' There were only two ways that Naminè would recognize him. Either this was the Naminè that had been with him and Ira in the Tower of Animus, or...
'Or she's the one from back home.'
He wanted to ask - merciful Light, if she was the one that he, as Xemnas, had kept in contact with for the better part of a year, then it meant that he wasn't the only survivor of whatever it was that had destroyed his universe. And if Naminè had survived--
Damn it. He was getting ahead of himself again. And those buzzards were starting to make a comeback.
He looks towards the direction of Crescent Cove, then nods briefly.] Come on - we'll be safer over there.
[Screw going back to Horizon at this point.]
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I do.
[She wouldn't have been able to forgive herself if she hadn't, which is another reason she slowly begins to head to Crescent Cove as asked. Be very grateful for that Dusk, dude. Be very, very grateful.]
O-okay.