« Seventh Dawn, for E o r z e a. ‘Tis true the smile Y’Shtola seldom wore, reminds him of the shining sun. ‘Tis true, her dedication to dawn— he admired. For Minfilia, had she not been so willing to sacrifice so ᴍᴜᴄʜ? Oh yes, he remembers the hum of light. How it rose »
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« For some wretched reason— he has begun to see her in all the elements of Eorzea. Water, for she is calm until a storm rages. Fire, for her determination burns bright. Earth, for she is grounded. Air, for her magic is fluid as the very thing that surrounds them all. »
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« ‘Tis a breath barely audible that is released from lips, gaze rising to the sky. Though one eye was sightless, veiled from the world, ‘twould appear the sky was just as beautiful with what remains. It matters not if Y’Shtola met with him save for the fact— there is an »
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« enquiry he desires not to be said among the Rising Stones. Too many ears, listened. Too many eyes, pried. Such affairs as these... Thancred wishes to be silent until a answer, he dreads— or anticipates— is given.
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