2019-03-24: Another Pain of Loss

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  • Log: Another Pain of Loss
  • Cast: Riesenlied, Janey, Mikaia
  • Where: Spiran Seas
  • Date: 24th March 2019
  • Summary: Riesenlied collapses into light, but the Fereshte bear other troubles. What dark wark has brought them here... to Spira?


Riesenlied sees.

She is blind to the truth of why she sees, only that she sees.

Flame dances upon the Ley Dragon's flesh, cyan embers hemming the tattered membrane of her wings. Bright, wonderful blue flame. Purifying flame. Flame brought about of everyone's wishes...

The flames of a legion, full of hope. Full of courage. Love. Desire...

She sees.

K.K. reaches out for Ragnell.

Bright power washes over them, over their armor, over Ragnell's poncho as her hat flies clear off her head.

Together they fall, into that gateway leading to the heart of the world... and before she knows it, the Dragon is crying. Her tears burn against her cheekplate, her jaw sagging with a low screech

This, too, is another pain of loss.

The sanctum she lays in flourishes with power. Enough power with which to shatter all in its way. Infused blue Crystal splinters into fragments of glass, then dust as it all vaporises into the light. The dais of the Fereshte disappears underneath her, a forgotten emblem to those who have been forgotten by the world.

Her hind legs vanish underneath the flame of the world; the lifeblood of the Ley pours with energy so bright. Her wings collapse. The rest of her body follows suit. Perching is too difficult.

Lydia... Noeline...

She can only hope everyone will be...

---

"... fine?"

A deafening -WHOOOM- makes Janey, Lord of Calamity well on her way to telling real Lords of Calamity what's up, redouble her assessment.

The Fereshte -rips- through dark turbulence; its wings stretch and struggle against whorls of wind and clouds. The spry mouse beastgirl seizes a nearby rope instinctively, a grimace crossing her face before she even knows what's -happening-.

"J-Janey!" Mikaia cries as she clings for dear life, her own little wings fluttering haplessly.

"I--I don't know what's going on!" Janey blurts out. One moment they were waiting for Mom and Mom and Lydia and everyone to come back home and safe, the next they're racing through unknown skies towards--

"I--is that the ocean??" Mikaia cries with eyes wide open.
"Brace yourself, Mickey!!" Janey yells.

-==WHOOOMMM==-

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The Carnot is best described as a barge. It is a rectangular cargo ship whose hull bears significant rust over aging yellow paint. Its role in the Al Bhed salvage fleet was mercantile in nature, supplying endeavours such as Rin's Travel Agency with the finest breeds.

Right now, it has a problem outside its wheelhouse:

A Dragon-headed blimp airship just crashed in the water in front of them.

<Ed'c hud uha uv uinc. Brother luhvensat yc silr,> speaks the Captain, a world-weary bearded man in a brown jumpsuit with a light coat and a distinctive hat of yellow feathers.

<E druikrd cu, vydran. Dryd Tnykuh'c rayt... ec ed y Yevon sylrehy?> speaks his son, also wearing a yellow-feathered hat.

<Hu, Billy. Ed tuach'd sydlr dra byddanhc yd ymm. Ryem dra creb, pid pa uh ouin kiynt. Cusadrehk ihiciym rybbahat--> answers the Captain patiently as he coaches his grandson; doubly so as another staff member emerges and elicits a sigh from him.

<Knyhtby! C-cusadrehk cdnyhka rybbahat!>

<Fryd huf, Chole?> inquires the Captain as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

<Dra Chocobos...> speaks Chole.

...

The Captain scratches his head and takes his choco-hat off. Never in his life had he seen anything like this before.

The deck of the Carnot is largely dominant with the comfortable pen environment of the Chocobo: A makeshift artificial 'forest' engraved with Chocographs and rock formations said to have originated from the mythical Chocobo's Air Garden in ancient times.

But right now, the Chocobos aren't playing.

All the chocobos, yellow, black, white and others are all curled up. Round and comfortable. They form an equally round ring around she who has fallen into their midst, curled up round in injury and unconsciousness. One of them perks their head up, letting out a merry kweh, and her horns wiggle upwards as if to reciprocate.

<Lybdyeh, fryd...> speaks the Captain's grandson, shifting his goggles in disbelief.

The Choco-Captain swallows coldly. His voice is a tired rasp, a mixture of awe and fear.

<Dra Cucco Queen...>