[ wow. a new batch of refugees have reached the planet, and nothing has exploded/caught on fire/gone terribly wrong?? how could this be?? maybe the natha are finally getting their shit together.

either way, she certainly isn't complaining, and this is the first real adventure she's been able to have since sustaining her injury. her leg is still stiff and a little sore, the scars bright and angry and pretty gnarly, but she can move about easily enough now. besides, exercising it can only be good, right? even if it isn't, there's absolutely no keeping her indoors today, not when there are new refugees to see to.

so she's happily bustling about, helping to get people situated, to set up tents and delegate bedrolls and, most importantly, sitting alongside the merry, crackling fire, roasting a big fat marshmallow on a sharpened stick. but protective as she is with her sweets, she cannot get through this bag alone, and so she lifts it to the person beside her. ]

Would you like one?

[ all right. look. normally she's not one to complain about the weather, but this is getting a bit absurd, isn't it? and worrisome. incredibly worrisome. but when a sudden gust of wind knocks her right onto her bottom while she's breaking down her tent, she's mostly just annoyed.

and because it can always get worse, it gusts again soon after, sending the canvas of her tent flying, and bringing with it a narrow swath of heavy rain that thoroughly and immediately soaks her to the bone. like a little private stormcloud over her head, and hers alone.

B| ]

..typical.

[ of course it should be that the storm would show her these memories. these times that had shaped her, broken her down, fortified her, and though it aches to be reminded again so viscerally, so to does it.. reinvigorate her cause.

our stage is an enormous underground cavern yawning wide, lit by the pale blue glow of strange machinery, and a deep red that pulses from the thing at its heart. a dragon, absolutely massive - or at least, part of one. he is still yet incomplete, rebuilt slowly, surely, and though he is still and unmoving there is a sense of activity about him, the prickling sensation of being watched, for the great wyrm yet lives, in a sense, his will too strong to suppress, infusing into the atmosphere an oppressive weight. even as a memory, alisaie can still feel it squeezing her heart. a platform of steel juts out toward him, the lights of ancient control panels still humming and singing, this place a strange juxtaposition between the natural earthly majesty of the cavern, and the cold, artificial static of allagan technology, ancient and yet enduring. this place feels strangely alive.

the binding coil of bahamut.

not in a thousand years could she forget this place, or what transpired here, though the memory plays itself out nonetheless. she can do little more than watch the shade of her younger, softer self, her brother, her grandfather. this conversation just as she remembers it, her beloved grandsire transforming before her very eyes into the primal phoenix - gods, how easy it is to recall her despair, the blow that this revelation had been to her heart, how difficult it had been to make the choice to destroy him, her dear, beloved grandsire, the man who had understood her better than anyone else in the world. how hard it had been to lose him a second time.

and yet, she has come so far, since then. the girl she sees before her seems but a phantom to her eyes, so young and naive, so easily broken. so very unsure of herself. must she see this memory through to the end in order to escape it? there is but one way to find out. ]

[ though alisaie is familiar with both cities, it is wyver that she currently calls home, so once they reach the fork in the road that is the way she turns, more than happy to guide those in need toward their housing, or whatever respective shops they would like to see.

come to the tiny girl with all your needs!! ]

[ not keen on any of these options? i'm flexible, feel free to throw things at me!! i can be reached on plurk at owlcoholic or by pm if you have any questions or want to plot something out!! ♥ ]