[action - airship to Lindblum.]
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[The Immortal stands in the carriage of an airship, watching the sun set far behind them, amidst stained pink clouds. He's regained enough of himself, after the experience at the mire which seemingly tore his soul in two for a good number of hours, and lightly he holds a certain princesses' tiny hand in his.
...She's suffering, he knows it. Through all of the savage energies which consumed him at the mire; he heard her recieve the call to return. That something was sorely wrong. That Marlene had disappeared. She hadn't spoken a word since. Yet he had escorted her.
...Concern for other's well-being was always paramount to him. While he'd wanted nothing but to stay within the mire, stay with the body of the soulflayer and investigate the matter further, she needed him. That was enough. He lowers himself, and he takes the girl in his arms-- shifting her a bit to sit atop one of his shoulders. And he continues to stare out of the window.]
We are between the stars and the clouds now. This is where no man may rule. Do you know who lives here, Eiko?
[His words are soft. Considering, and almost mournful.]
...She's suffering, he knows it. Through all of the savage energies which consumed him at the mire; he heard her recieve the call to return. That something was sorely wrong. That Marlene had disappeared. She hadn't spoken a word since. Yet he had escorted her.
...Concern for other's well-being was always paramount to him. While he'd wanted nothing but to stay within the mire, stay with the body of the soulflayer and investigate the matter further, she needed him. That was enough. He lowers himself, and he takes the girl in his arms-- shifting her a bit to sit atop one of his shoulders. And he continues to stare out of the window.]
We are between the stars and the clouds now. This is where no man may rule. Do you know who lives here, Eiko?
[His words are soft. Considering, and almost mournful.]