[ she waits - she always waits - for the sin eater's aether to begin to disperse. she cannot take her eyes off of it until she is sure that it is dead, and a part of her.. enjoys it, watching the wretched thing die before her eyes, taking with it all the misery it had felt and spread. there are hundreds of thousands of more where it came from, but still, even the smallest of victories is worth savoring. even if it never feels like enough.
only once the eater begins to shimmer away in a slow burn of light does she turn.
it's not that she isn't happy to see ziva. of course she is. not only is she a familiar face, she is a friend, and while for alisaie lunatia is a fading memory, she has not forgotten. everyone else has, it seems - and it was more than a little strange at first - but those she had known in lunatia who had also hailed from hydaelyn are flung far from her now. back in eorzea, a world away, and she has had a very long, very arduous year in which to allow the memory to decay. she's hopped around so many damned worlds by now that it feels near enough to habit now.
nevertheless, she is passing shocked to see ziva here - how on earth had she arrived from the first? that they had shared the star would not surprise her, eorzea was filled to the brim with bright and capable adventurers last she checked, but to run into ziva here, in a place like this..? crystal exarch and her few fellow scions aside, there are none on this shard who should know of eorzea at all.
and ziva.. ziva seems to recognize her.
okay, just hang on here, her brain is struggling to make sense of this. ]
Ziva? You.. what in the world are you doing here? How -
[Silence, as she waits for Alisaie's response. She can imagine several, if she felt so inclined. As often is the case, however, she prefers to see for herself what sort of reception she'll have from the girl.
Quip aside she HAD expected surprise to be chief among them, but this seems to go far beyond that. There's a flicker of recognition that seems... wrong somehow, out of place. In the weeks that had passed since her departure from Lunatia she'd had ample time to wonder how the others fared on their respective stars, but never did she imagine for even a MOMENT that any of them might somehow find their way back to HERS.
So it is that she's none the wiser as to the true nature of Alisaie's confusion, and furrows her brow with a wry smile, playful even now.]
The how of it is a bit of a story, but as to why, surely you didn't think I'd be content to stay behind on the Source while the rest of you were off saving the worlds as we know them?
[It IS a relief, not only to see her again but to hear her name spoken in such a familiar way. Some part of her that she'd done her damned best to silence and bury still feared a repeat of her first meetings on Lunatia. Not only Alisaie, but Estinien, Arenvald, and brief though his visit had been: Aymeric. Returning had done a bit of a number on her, but she'd bounced back quickly enough.
Never the less, it's a good feeling to have that recognition confirmed at long last.
But, again, this surprise seems a bit... excessive somehow. The smile wears away, concern becoming more apparent.]
... You look as though you've seen a ghost. You... did believe I'd come for you all...?
[ however can she answer such a question? alisaie had come to know ziva intimately at lunatia, she learned just how brave and strong she is, how important her comrades are to her, just how far she would go to protect those she loves. in fact, she could not help but be reminded of a certain warrior for whom the first waits, even then. were her world or loved ones in danger alisaie has no doubt that ziva would be among the first to respond to the call for aid, but this -
this is something entirely different.
one does not simply jaunt up to the first and take the first bounty on the adventure board - if ziva is here, it is because she was brought here, and alisaie can count on her hands just how many people the exarch had pulled from the source. if she is here, it is because he had willed it. but why? it's the warrior that he has sought all this time, and the only reason the scions are here at all is because they had been caught in his wake; no matter her valor or personal investment, even alisaie would not have been here at all were it not for her close ties to the warrior, but as far as she knows, ziva has never known the man.. at least, not that she has disclosed, and alisaie certainly had never seen her hanging about the rising stones. in fact, she'd never seen ziva on the source at all, before arriving in lunatia.
it's enough to make her head both ache and spin in the same turn. ]
But how? That you remembered me at all is unexpected, but one cannot simply ride a chocobo to a place like this. How on earth did you come to be here at all?
Ziva's head tilts with a frown, Alisaie's words ringing... oddly in her mind. It's finally dawned on her that this might be... that she might be... but, that's impossible, isn't it?
Right, as if she and hers didn't do ten impossible things a week at LEAST. Ziva's eyes widen then, her lips parting in surprise. Is she REALLY to dare to hope that she may not be so alone with her thoughts after all?]
You remember? Lunatia...?
[Which means it's now HER turn to beg the question: HOW??? How is it that she's HERE- what- she hadn't remembered Ziva before. It had been obvious that whoever the Warrior of Light was on Alisaie's star, it wasn't HER. Why then, HOW, then, was it that the Alisaie who she'd met on Lunatia came to be here??
But putting that aside for a second, guilt hits her, and for a brief moment she wonders if she shouldn't have mentioned her title after all back then. She worries that- if she's right -what she's about to say is going to sit poorly. After that pause, a moment taken to compose herself, she straightens. For a second she actualy seems... struck speechless, a rare thing indeed for her, as Alisaie had likely realized during their time together in that glittering city worlds and worlds away.]
Ah, so that's the way of it. How indeed.
[And then... she smiles?]
Aye, I remember you, I remember that place. [There's another pause, and then a humorless chuckle.] Gods if I know how to say this without sounding puffed up on self importance, but... I'm the one the exarch called for. I'm... the Warrior of Light of my star. I hope you'll forgive me for saying nothing of it before. I could find neither the words nor the right time.
[Somehow it had always seemed so unimportant, and when she thought about the confusion and possibly the pain it might cause, knowing from their first meeting that Alisaie already harbored some particular feelings about not recognizing Ziva? The choice was simple, at least at the time. She'd held her tongue regarding her true identity so as to avoid causing further upset and confusion. Here's hoping that she doesn't wind up paying for it now. Until she's sure of that she withholds all other thoughts and feelings on the matter, when really all she wants to do is rejoice that she isn't stark raving mad after all, that someone (especially someone so close to her) still retains memory of that place and those experiences, questions (of which there are many) aside.
in retrospect, it makes sense enough. she possesses all the selfsame qualities of the warrior that alisaie knows - she is strong and kind, compassionate and tenacious, and the gods know that more than one unfamiliar face in lunatia had claimed the title of warrior of light. now more than ever alisaie is acquainted with the idea of multiple worlds, multiple timelines, they exist, and that ziva might be the warrior of light in her reality is not so unbelievable. in time, alisaie could come to digest and accept that.
but then.. why is she here? how do they share the same star? it's enough to make her head hurt. ]
I.. I don't understand.
[ it's all she can say, isn't it? if ziva is here, then.. where is the warrior she knows? the one who was meant to arrive here? a deep misgiving takes root in her heart, but alisaie soon shakes her head. ]
Nevermind. I doubt you are able to offer any more answers than I can.
Answers, no. Half-baked guesses, at best. I'm not sure I understand it either, but it seems likely with all this world traversal we've done something was bound to get mixed up sooner or later. Maybe in coming from our Sources, to the First...? We'll sort it out, don't worry.
[After all, can't be "worse" than being pulled completely away from home against their will, can it? True, it was for good causes in both recent cases, but it didn't change the fact it may have been nice to be asked, in the case of the prismals. Suppose there was no harm in it, though, since time hadn't passed by in the duration, and if anything they came away more knowledgeable than when they'd left.
Frowning briefly, Ziva folds her arms, thoughtful.]
Our best bet would be to ask the Exarch... but... I can't deny that I'm glad to see you again. I would've been happy regardless, but it's a bit of a bonus knowing I HAVEN'T finally cracked my gourd, being the only one to remember my time there.
[To which she can't help but smile. It's simply her way, trying to put a positive spin on things. Fretting won't get them very far, in the end, and she can't pretend to be disparaged by the recent development.] In the meantime...
[ alisaie has never been one for half-baked guesses, even less for speculation. investigation and hard answers are more her speed, but neither of those things are available to her right now, and she has not the time to return to the crystarium to demand answers of the exarch. she is needed here an amh araeng, and she will not abandon her post for so selfish a reason as to suss out an answer to this.
still, she feels a stain of doubt upon her heart, and a cold, quiet fear that is taking root. were ziva not on her home world, surely the exarch would have noticed that she was not, in fact, the same warrior of light that alisaie is familiar with. for all the similarities they share, he and ziva are still quite different, markedly physically different. so if she is in fact who the exarch was fishing for, that means that it is not ziva who occupies the wrong space.
it is alisaie.
gods, she had been so happy to be home at last..
shaking her head, alisaie draws in a deep breath and lifts her eyes to ziva's face. ]
Aye, no doubt you have.. questions. I've a patrol to finish, if you should like to offer a hand we can finish it in half the time, and leave ourselves ample time to speak.
[Once again she surveys the spot where the eater's aether was but moments before, then turns her attention back to Alisaie. This is her patrol, and as such Ziva is simply here to assist, not to lead.]
Where would you have me start, then?
[She asks with a wink and an easy smile. Chores. Always chores in the end. The only difference is in how they vary in importance. The sentiment is a fond one though, they're nearly always doing so for the good of others and now that hold especially true.]
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only once the eater begins to shimmer away in a slow burn of light does she turn.
it's not that she isn't happy to see ziva. of course she is. not only is she a familiar face, she is a friend, and while for alisaie lunatia is a fading memory, she has not forgotten. everyone else has, it seems - and it was more than a little strange at first - but those she had known in lunatia who had also hailed from hydaelyn are flung far from her now. back in eorzea, a world away, and she has had a very long, very arduous year in which to allow the memory to decay. she's hopped around so many damned worlds by now that it feels near enough to habit now.
nevertheless, she is passing shocked to see ziva here - how on earth had she arrived from the first? that they had shared the star would not surprise her, eorzea was filled to the brim with bright and capable adventurers last she checked, but to run into ziva here, in a place like this..? crystal exarch and her few fellow scions aside, there are none on this shard who should know of eorzea at all.
and ziva.. ziva seems to recognize her.
okay, just hang on here, her brain is struggling to make sense of this. ]
Ziva? You.. what in the world are you doing here? How -
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Quip aside she HAD expected surprise to be chief among them, but this seems to go far beyond that. There's a flicker of recognition that seems... wrong somehow, out of place. In the weeks that had passed since her departure from Lunatia she'd had ample time to wonder how the others fared on their respective stars, but never did she imagine for even a MOMENT that any of them might somehow find their way back to HERS.
So it is that she's none the wiser as to the true nature of Alisaie's confusion, and furrows her brow with a wry smile, playful even now.]
The how of it is a bit of a story, but as to why, surely you didn't think I'd be content to stay behind on the Source while the rest of you were off saving the worlds as we know them?
[It IS a relief, not only to see her again but to hear her name spoken in such a familiar way. Some part of her that she'd done her damned best to silence and bury still feared a repeat of her first meetings on Lunatia. Not only Alisaie, but Estinien, Arenvald, and brief though his visit had been: Aymeric. Returning had done a bit of a number on her, but she'd bounced back quickly enough.
Never the less, it's a good feeling to have that recognition confirmed at long last.
But, again, this surprise seems a bit... excessive somehow. The smile wears away, concern becoming more apparent.]
... You look as though you've seen a ghost. You... did believe I'd come for you all...?
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[ however can she answer such a question? alisaie had come to know ziva intimately at lunatia, she learned just how brave and strong she is, how important her comrades are to her, just how far she would go to protect those she loves. in fact, she could not help but be reminded of a certain warrior for whom the first waits, even then. were her world or loved ones in danger alisaie has no doubt that ziva would be among the first to respond to the call for aid, but this -
this is something entirely different.
one does not simply jaunt up to the first and take the first bounty on the adventure board - if ziva is here, it is because she was brought here, and alisaie can count on her hands just how many people the exarch had pulled from the source. if she is here, it is because he had willed it. but why? it's the warrior that he has sought all this time, and the only reason the scions are here at all is because they had been caught in his wake; no matter her valor or personal investment, even alisaie would not have been here at all were it not for her close ties to the warrior, but as far as she knows, ziva has never known the man.. at least, not that she has disclosed, and alisaie certainly had never seen her hanging about the rising stones. in fact, she'd never seen ziva on the source at all, before arriving in lunatia.
it's enough to make her head both ache and spin in the same turn. ]
But how? That you remembered me at all is unexpected, but one cannot simply ride a chocobo to a place like this. How on earth did you come to be here at all?
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Ziva's head tilts with a frown, Alisaie's words ringing... oddly in her mind. It's finally dawned on her that this might be... that she might be... but, that's impossible, isn't it?
Right, as if she and hers didn't do ten impossible things a week at LEAST. Ziva's eyes widen then, her lips parting in surprise. Is she REALLY to dare to hope that she may not be so alone with her thoughts after all?]
You remember? Lunatia...?
[Which means it's now HER turn to beg the question: HOW??? How is it that she's HERE- what- she hadn't remembered Ziva before. It had been obvious that whoever the Warrior of Light was on Alisaie's star, it wasn't HER. Why then, HOW, then, was it that the Alisaie who she'd met on Lunatia came to be here??
But putting that aside for a second, guilt hits her, and for a brief moment she wonders if she shouldn't have mentioned her title after all back then. She worries that- if she's right -what she's about to say is going to sit poorly.
After that pause, a moment taken to compose herself, she straightens. For a second she actualy seems... struck speechless, a rare thing indeed for her, as Alisaie had likely realized during their time together in that glittering city worlds and worlds away.]
Ah, so that's the way of it. How indeed.
[And then... she smiles?]
Aye, I remember you, I remember that place. [There's another pause, and then a humorless chuckle.] Gods if I know how to say this without sounding puffed up on self importance, but... I'm the one the exarch called for. I'm... the Warrior of Light of my star. I hope you'll forgive me for saying nothing of it before. I could find neither the words nor the right time.
[Somehow it had always seemed so unimportant, and when she thought about the confusion and possibly the pain it might cause, knowing from their first meeting that Alisaie already harbored some particular feelings about not recognizing Ziva? The choice was simple, at least at the time. She'd held her tongue regarding her true identity so as to avoid causing further upset and confusion. Here's hoping that she doesn't wind up paying for it now. Until she's sure of that she withholds all other thoughts and feelings on the matter, when really all she wants to do is rejoice that she isn't stark raving mad after all, that someone (especially someone so close to her) still retains memory of that place and those experiences, questions (of which there are many) aside.
Questions for the exarch later, perhaps.]
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ziva, she.. she is...
in retrospect, it makes sense enough. she possesses all the selfsame qualities of the warrior that alisaie knows - she is strong and kind, compassionate and tenacious, and the gods know that more than one unfamiliar face in lunatia had claimed the title of warrior of light. now more than ever alisaie is acquainted with the idea of multiple worlds, multiple timelines, they exist, and that ziva might be the warrior of light in her reality is not so unbelievable. in time, alisaie could come to digest and accept that.
but then.. why is she here? how do they share the same star? it's enough to make her head hurt. ]
I.. I don't understand.
[ it's all she can say, isn't it? if ziva is here, then.. where is the warrior she knows? the one who was meant to arrive here? a deep misgiving takes root in her heart, but alisaie soon shakes her head. ]
Nevermind. I doubt you are able to offer any more answers than I can.
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[After all, can't be "worse" than being pulled completely away from home against their will, can it? True, it was for good causes in both recent cases, but it didn't change the fact it may have been nice to be asked, in the case of the prismals. Suppose there was no harm in it, though, since time hadn't passed by in the duration, and if anything they came away more knowledgeable than when they'd left.
Frowning briefly, Ziva folds her arms, thoughtful.]
Our best bet would be to ask the Exarch... but... I can't deny that I'm glad to see you again. I would've been happy regardless, but it's a bit of a bonus knowing I HAVEN'T finally cracked my gourd, being the only one to remember my time there.
[To which she can't help but smile. It's simply her way, trying to put a positive spin on things. Fretting won't get them very far, in the end, and she can't pretend to be disparaged by the recent development.] In the meantime...
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still, she feels a stain of doubt upon her heart, and a cold, quiet fear that is taking root. were ziva not on her home world, surely the exarch would have noticed that she was not, in fact, the same warrior of light that alisaie is familiar with. for all the similarities they share, he and ziva are still quite different, markedly physically different. so if she is in fact who the exarch was fishing for, that means that it is not ziva who occupies the wrong space.
it is alisaie.
gods, she had been so happy to be home at last..
shaking her head, alisaie draws in a deep breath and lifts her eyes to ziva's face. ]
Aye, no doubt you have.. questions. I've a patrol to finish, if you should like to offer a hand we can finish it in half the time, and leave ourselves ample time to speak.
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[Once again she surveys the spot where the eater's aether was but moments before, then turns her attention back to Alisaie. This is her patrol, and as such Ziva is simply here to assist, not to lead.]
Where would you have me start, then?
[She asks with a wink and an easy smile. Chores. Always chores in the end. The only difference is in how they vary in importance. The sentiment is a fond one though, they're nearly always doing so for the good of others and now that hold especially true.]