[If that's the case, it probably isn't a transplant from elsewhere. It might have sprung up from right here in Coerthas.]
So maybe there's something going on in these highlands that isn't all about ice. [She smiles.] Is this the sort of thing your friend Aymeric was looking for?
[Because even if the wind sprite gets blown out by the ice, it's still a sign of something different still existing beneath that.]
[Smiling, he gives the wind sprite a longing look.] If only there was some way to...to preserve this sight. So it's not only my word. [Not that Aymeric would doubt his word--sometimes he thinks indeed that Aymeric should doubt him more than he does, he isn't perfect... but anyhow.]
Yeah... if we could take what we're seeing and put it on a sheet of paper, somehow. [Yes, they could draw it, but the real image, the one in their eyes, with every circumstance and detail so that they could show other people.] I'm sure no one has reason to doubt the Warrior of Light and Defender of Eorzea and so on, but it'd be nice if we could show them.
[A chilly breeze across the camp makes her shiver, though--still plenty of the non-wind element about.]
Is this enough of a sign?
[she refuses to complain about the cold! but. she's just interested.]
I wish I had more, but--this will have to do. [Wishing one had more was, after all, a common state of being in Ishgard, after the freeze. Surely Aymeric would understand.] Can't promise I won't be back tomorrow, though. With more coats.
At home... we always kept a close eye on monster season. How many there were, how ferocious they were, year after year. When you looked at just the year after last, it wasn't so different, but all of them together--it was starting to get less bad. So maybe there'll be another wind sprite here next year.
[She smiles, and shivers. he said it first so now she can too.]
I like the idea of more coats, though. Maybe with some fire crystals stitched into the pockets, since you've just got so many here.
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So maybe there's something going on in these highlands that isn't all about ice. [She smiles.] Is this the sort of thing your friend Aymeric was looking for?
[Because even if the wind sprite gets blown out by the ice, it's still a sign of something different still existing beneath that.]
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[Smiling, he gives the wind sprite a longing look.] If only there was some way to...to preserve this sight. So it's not only my word. [Not that Aymeric would doubt his word--sometimes he thinks indeed that Aymeric should doubt him more than he does, he isn't perfect... but anyhow.]
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[A chilly breeze across the camp makes her shiver, though--still plenty of the non-wind element about.]
Is this enough of a sign?
[she refuses to complain about the cold! but. she's just interested.]
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I wish I had more, but--this will have to do. [Wishing one had more was, after all, a common state of being in Ishgard, after the freeze. Surely Aymeric would understand.] Can't promise I won't be back tomorrow, though. With more coats.
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At home... we always kept a close eye on monster season. How many there were, how ferocious they were, year after year. When you looked at just the year after last, it wasn't so different, but all of them together--it was starting to get less bad. So maybe there'll be another wind sprite here next year.
[She smiles, and shivers. he said it first so now she can too.]
I like the idea of more coats, though. Maybe with some fire crystals stitched into the pockets, since you've just got so many here.