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[grumpgoon]

[Somewhere near the edge of things, there's a small, simple farmstead. It's surrounded by trees, as if the owner was specifically trying to hide away somewhere. There's a few fields, a barn... and a white haired man working the land. He has a couple of sheep faithfully following him everywhere as he works, bleating softly at him.]

Yes yes, I'll make sure you get fed, silly creatures.

[And yes, he's talking to the sheep. Well, you found his hiding place, will you say hello?]

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[astralera]

Perhaps with great effort.

[ he doesn't even know her and already with the short jokes, jeez. ]

If you have any questions... I do not like knowing you while you know nothing of me. It feels... unfair to you.

[ and oh, look. estinyan has begun harassing the sheep rather ineffectively. the joys of being a kitten. ]

[grumpgoon]

[He's an elezen. And it's in his blood to be an asshat sometimes.]

Hmmm.

Tell me, did your Eorzea have someone named the "Warrior of Light?"

[He pauses before asking another question because the big black sheep look like he was getting annoyed.]

Aymeric, don't do what you're thinking, silly animal.

[astralera]

Yes, as did the second Eorzea I found myself in.

[ And the name is enough to give Era a bit of a jolt. She hadn't thought of Aymeric in... a while. Not since she last teleported to the Foundation's steps, drained of aether, stripped of scales, and nude. She... actually doesn't remember anything after that, but when she woke up on the bus she was clothed, at least.

She just remembers not wanting Aymeric to see her like that. ]

I was the second Azure Dragoon of my world.

[ Era hopes that is clue enough for Estinien as to who she was in her own world. She hates referring to herself as the Warrior of Light. While she is happy to bear the burden of it, but it feels wrong to say it herself. As if she's flaunting it.

Besides, she hasn't been the Warrior of Light in many months now. ]