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[The back of Lilisette's head had only throbbed more as the white, puffball had started speaking to her. Its words went in one ear and out of the other as she idly listened, its speech familiar but not quite on par with her own world. Speaking of, the last thing she remembered was the tear-streaked face of her tag-team partner and the gaping vortex of Atomos's mouth as it loomed in the sky. Had she accomplished her task? Was she able to fulfill at least part of her promise to Lilith before she was spirited away to this mystery world?]

Hey! [When she looked up to demand answers from the creature, the space around her was empty. An illusion? As a flush of panic and frustration began to snake up her neck, the weight of the communication device registered in her palm, as well as the pamphlet wedged between that and her thumb. Lilisette presses her lips together and huffs. This must be some kind of joke.]

[Stepping back, she observed the vast town that was overlooked by a large castle. At the very least she had landed somewhere that held some semblance to her home, the city vaguely resembling San d'Oria, though it was not Elvaan that passed her in the streets. For once she missed the pompous, pious race that towered over her, but she made it a point to meet every wary gaze thrown her way with a light challenge in her eyes.]

Altana, I pray you've some purpose for this. [Lilisette sighed and rubbed the back of her neck as she grew bored of standing about, looking like a fish out of water. If she was given something that looked, under some stretch of the imagination, like a linkpearl, she supposed she should use it. At that point she had nothing else to lose.]

[Setting the device on a pallet of chopped wood, she furrowed her brows as she fidgeted with the buttons for a moment. After a few tries the light went green, and she stood back with a smile--pleased. Pressing the backs of her lightly curled fists into the small of her back she puffed out her chest a bit and stood back.]

I presume there are others in possession of this device, though I don't dare to hope that any of you are from Vana'diel. [What did she used to do when the met people, before she traveled to the past and became famous? It was awkward--her stomach was in knots. How unlike her.]

Well, if anyone is out there, I suppose you'll make yourselves known. [She turns to the side, the red ruffles that lined the light fabric of the dress she wore swaying in the wind along with her short, red hair and the blue feathers of her hair ornament.] I would also be grateful to know where I am, and where I might go.

[A beat of silence passes before she leans in close to the camera, the golden pendent on her lace choker catching the sunlight along with the star dangling from her earring. It's her mischievous grin, though, that seems most prominent.] Remember--it's rude to keep a lady waiting.

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I was born after the war as well, but I heard about it from my parents and their friends. Then, seeing the destruction with my own eyes... The Middle Lands suffered first merely because they were closest, but the Kindred would have ravaged your lands as well if we didn't stop them. And, in another future, not even the Empire survived. The Shadow Lord slaughtered everyone.

So many dead... and no one heeded the call...

...

[A bit of silence is expected. And of course she gets it. He is sympathetic, but it's a distant sympathy. Mainly because the destruction she speaks of is commonplace to him thanks to the attacks on the empire itself.]

..Please calm down.

I'm perfectly fine! The Gugru Blue separated us in my time, but even so... I'm relieved to have someone who knows what I'm speaking of.

Really?
... I must admit, I'm more unhappy about the situation. It shows that the spell still continues to affect Vana'diel. I would not wish this displacement upon many. There are those which seek to reverse the spell and return to their worlds. With luck, you will find your time here to be short.

Furthermore, San d'Oria has been in the divine empresses' good graces for quite some time. While there is not much I can possibly do for you, I will do all that I am able to for the sake of that. Your name?

Even if I go back, I won't be returning to your Vana'diel. I'd rather be here, honestly. Except that it means I'm delaying an important promise I made.

I hope the Empire remains on good terms with San d'Oria, she's still struggling after the war. I'm sure the Empress misses one of her faithful Immortals, as well.

I'm Lilisette, a dancer from San d'Oria past and present. Is there a name I can call you by? Referring to you as an Immortal, after the people I've met, is... I dislike it.

It is not my place to say, but the Price Trion has always been a favoured friend to her magnificence. She and the empire hold him and his opinion in high regard though many a year has passed without any official visit or contact from the Kingdom.

[Just Windurstian spies posing as ambassadors. Put simply, "Raillefal" has made little impact in the empire and thus has been unknown to the imperial army and Immortals. ]

My name is Rishfee. Yet...
The divine empress would not miss me. She has many others that care for her.

[Questions. So many questions.]

..You would not return to Vana'diel if the spell was broken? Are you.. Have you...
Lilisette, have you died? And what do you mean past and present? I don't understand.

I'm not dead right now! Look at this complexion. It's far too immaculate for that of a dead woman's. I might have died once before... But I was properly restored in Witchfire Glen.

And, I mean just what is sounds like. I was born after the war and grew up in the current timeline, but I found a way to go back to the time of the war and I took it. Anyone would wish to go to the past if they had the option. It's not as if it's that strange.

But... I found that our Vana'diel exists alongside another Vana'diel that had a bleak outcome in the war against the Shadow Lord. I agreed to go back there so I could seal the gates that were allowing people from that world to come into ours. So, I'm never going home again, even if I leave this world.

Oh. ...I see.

[Come on, Lili. You expect him to notice something like that? He pauses, and then decides to question her a little more.]

...I do not understand what you mean by returning to "my Vana'diel." Do you mean the Aradjiah continent, or this alternate version...?

[Time travel, hrm. Part of his mind is completely blown. The other part questions what she's saying. Can time travel even happen?]

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