It's always snowing, in this echo of a dream of a memory -
Or at least that's how it feels. Where others see the points of light as stars or meteors, she sees always snowflakes, the glitter of ice crystals casting the light. But snow melts, and eventually, it rejoins the flow.
But not yet. In the distance, someone calls, not knowing, not understanding, what they call for. And something in it resounds in her...
Not because it's her the voice is calling for. Her, her creation, the difference is next to meaningless. But because that was her, once, her mistake and her sin.
Be still, the regret within my heart...
There is no ground to walk upon, but somehow there is an echo, a sound like the crunch of boots through fresh snow, as the woman approaches the girl.
[ The last thing she expected was to find anyone here. And even if she had... she would have expected Minfilia. She's only halfway upright, limbs still too unsteady to move as quickly as she wished. And the sight of the woman in front of her nearly makes her legs give out again. ]
You... You're her. You're Ysayle. I-I'm not sure, I...
[ She'd seen the woman in the Warrior's memories. And likewise had seen her end. The first few words come out automatically, even as her mind works ahead, and comes to its own conclusion. ]
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It's always snowing, in this echo of a dream of a memory -
Or at least that's how it feels. Where others see the points of light as stars or meteors, she sees always snowflakes, the glitter of ice crystals casting the light. But snow melts, and eventually, it rejoins the flow.
But not yet. In the distance, someone calls, not knowing, not understanding, what they call for. And something in it resounds in her...
Not because it's her the voice is calling for. Her, her creation, the difference is next to meaningless. But because that was her, once, her mistake and her sin.
Be still, the regret within my heart...
There is no ground to walk upon, but somehow there is an echo, a sound like the crunch of boots through fresh snow, as the woman approaches the girl.
...and guide me to eternal grace.]
...How have you come to be in this place?
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[ The last thing she expected was to find anyone here. And even if she had... she would have expected Minfilia. She's only halfway upright, limbs still too unsteady to move as quickly as she wished. And the sight of the woman in front of her nearly makes her legs give out again. ]
You... You're her. You're Ysayle. I-I'm not sure, I...
[ She'd seen the woman in the Warrior's memories. And likewise had seen her end. The first few words come out automatically, even as her mind works ahead, and comes to its own conclusion. ]
Oh no. I can't have...
[ She can't have died. Not yet, not now. ]