Ishgardian Pyromaniac

We have a visitor in seek of succor, though his ilk often not comes to this part of the world. He is far from home.

Midgard’s seemingly unwarranted narration quietly hummed around the Elezen’s long ears. It wasn’t often the small dragon spoke and Neena had to admit that the rare times he did was a delight. There wasn’t much the dragon couldn’t soothe with the way his voice echoed daintily through the air. However, to have someone come to Anyx Trine for refuge was something she had never heard before. Aymeric had certainly been interested in restoring what housing used to be in the area, but Ishgard had very little resources to rebuild itself, much less historic ruins that basically needed to be rebuilt from the ground up. So who would even have the gall to come there and look for a place to stay? It hardly looked hospitable, especially with all the dragons flying around and watching.  

Her curiosity was piqued to say the least, and Neena found herself leaving the company of one of the older dragons and making her way to the aetheryte at the bottom of the tower. When she emerged, she spied a young Xeala standing there, arms crossed and decked out in knight’s armor. He didn’t look like some weary soul, but someone who was ready to do battle. She frowned at the thought of some green-eared adventurer coming to try and fight dragons under the pretense they were part of Nidhogg’s brood.

“I’m afraid if you’ve come to try your hand at fighting dragons, you’ve come to the wrong place.” 

“We’ll just have to figure out what he uses and keep medicinal herbs on standby. But it is not the time to worry about that now; what is your name? I’d like to know to whom is staying with us.”

Shaking his head to keep from those thoughts he carefully folded his arms in front of his chest and gently gripped at them slightly “Faust…” he muttered out softly, while the name itself was suppose to mean ‘fortunate one’ there was the darker side to it… of a man who shared the name selling his soul to Diabolos “Faust Greystone…” he wasn’t daring to give his true name… plus… Greystone was just far more fitting for what he was. Though Midgard likely had the senses to at least know the boy was not telling the full truth and he could easily pick up that Faust had a slightly similar scent to Neena.

“Faust Greystone...” Greystone, that name. That last name. So another bastard from Ishgard, how was she not surprised? No wonder he was treated poorly, and being an Au Ra would have made it even worse. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Faust, I’m Neena, caretaker of dragons and part time Warrior of Light.” she said. Neena wasn’t going to tell him her last name... gods no she didn’t need more drama or more suspicion on her. They were both bastards, but Faust may not see it that way if he learned she was the Heir to one of the High Houses. 

Midgard remained silent, indeed smelling a similar scent on the boy that carried along with Neena. Blood of heretics and of nobility running through their veins. However, he did not reveal such information, because all of the good that Neena has done, prejudice, especially from abuse, was liable to cloud his judgement and cast aside their generous offer. 

We have a visitor in seek of succor, though his ilk often not comes to this part of the world. He is far from home.

Midgard’s seemingly unwarranted narration quietly hummed around the Elezen’s long ears. It wasn’t often the small dragon spoke and Neena had to admit that the rare times he did was a delight. There wasn’t much the dragon couldn’t soothe with the way his voice echoed daintily through the air. However, to have someone come to Anyx Trine for refuge was something she had never heard before. Aymeric had certainly been interested in restoring what housing used to be in the area, but Ishgard had very little resources to rebuild itself, much less historic ruins that basically needed to be rebuilt from the ground up. So who would even have the gall to come there and look for a place to stay? It hardly looked hospitable, especially with all the dragons flying around and watching.  

Her curiosity was piqued to say the least, and Neena found herself leaving the company of one of the older dragons and making her way to the aetheryte at the bottom of the tower. When she emerged, she spied a young Xeala standing there, arms crossed and decked out in knight’s armor. He didn’t look like some weary soul, but someone who was ready to do battle. She frowned at the thought of some green-eared adventurer coming to try and fight dragons under the pretense they were part of Nidhogg’s brood.

“I’m afraid if you’ve come to try your hand at fighting dragons, you’ve come to the wrong place.” 

“We’ll just have to figure out what he uses and keep medicinal herbs on standby. But it is not the time to worry about that now; what is your name? I’d like to know to whom is staying with us.”

We have a visitor in seek of succor, though his ilk often not comes to this part of the world. He is far from home.

Midgard’s seemingly unwarranted narration quietly hummed around the Elezen’s long ears. It wasn’t often the small dragon spoke and Neena had to admit that the rare times he did was a delight. There wasn’t much the dragon couldn’t soothe with the way his voice echoed daintily through the air. However, to have someone come to Anyx Trine for refuge was something she had never heard before. Aymeric had certainly been interested in restoring what housing used to be in the area, but Ishgard had very little resources to rebuild itself, much less historic ruins that basically needed to be rebuilt from the ground up. So who would even have the gall to come there and look for a place to stay? It hardly looked hospitable, especially with all the dragons flying around and watching.  

Her curiosity was piqued to say the least, and Neena found herself leaving the company of one of the older dragons and making her way to the aetheryte at the bottom of the tower. When she emerged, she spied a young Xeala standing there, arms crossed and decked out in knight’s armor. He didn’t look like some weary soul, but someone who was ready to do battle. She frowned at the thought of some green-eared adventurer coming to try and fight dragons under the pretense they were part of Nidhogg’s brood.

“I’m afraid if you’ve come to try your hand at fighting dragons, you’ve come to the wrong place.” 

“Then you may stay here if you’d like, the dragons would not mind another body living among them, as long as they are peaceful. Though perhaps you may need to seek out Vidofnir for council.” 

She was a leader figure, though since she was a child of Hraesvelgr and ambassador of dragons, it was hardly surprising. 

“As for your hunter, if he does find you here, you will be ample protected. I dare not think anyone would be foolish enough to take on a slew of dragons and a Warrior of Light.”

“But he is… not exactly ‘sane’ nor does he think for himself… he is a tool, something that is easily disposed off should he fail at his task.” The young man let out as he grimaced ever so slightly “He’s also very good at what he does… even if I know so little about him I do know that he is… very… good at his ‘job’…” 

Not delving too deep but certainly painting a picture of things “I likely won’t stay long… just enough to at least earn my keep before I have to likely leave… I don’t want anyone to suffer because of me.” especially because he knew all too well the things that his ‘hunter’ would do to anything that got in his way.

“If you are being hunted, young one, then you may stay here all you like, we do not mind, nor would we find your ‘hunter’ much of a threat. Even if he were to manage taking some of us down, he cannot take us all.” 

Not that it would ever get to that point, not with Neena around who was so protective of their kind. The only thing they should really worry about are the little ones who may want to try and help. 

“You don’t have to endanger yourself by leaving this place just because you think you’re putting us in danger.” Neena said, finally speaking after letting Midgard and the boy talk. “We know danger all our lives and even though we know you are being hunted, we still want to take you in, we know the risks and we accept them.”

We have a visitor in seek of succor, though his ilk often not comes to this part of the world. He is far from home.

Midgard’s seemingly unwarranted narration quietly hummed around the Elezen’s long ears. It wasn’t often the small dragon spoke and Neena had to admit that the rare times he did was a delight. There wasn’t much the dragon couldn’t soothe with the way his voice echoed daintily through the air. However, to have someone come to Anyx Trine for refuge was something she had never heard before. Aymeric had certainly been interested in restoring what housing used to be in the area, but Ishgard had very little resources to rebuild itself, much less historic ruins that basically needed to be rebuilt from the ground up. So who would even have the gall to come there and look for a place to stay? It hardly looked hospitable, especially with all the dragons flying around and watching.  

Her curiosity was piqued to say the least, and Neena found herself leaving the company of one of the older dragons and making her way to the aetheryte at the bottom of the tower. When she emerged, she spied a young Xeala standing there, arms crossed and decked out in knight’s armor. He didn’t look like some weary soul, but someone who was ready to do battle. She frowned at the thought of some green-eared adventurer coming to try and fight dragons under the pretense they were part of Nidhogg’s brood.

“I’m afraid if you’ve come to try your hand at fighting dragons, you’ve come to the wrong place.” 

“Then you may stay here if you’d like, the dragons would not mind another body living among them, as long as they are peaceful. Though perhaps you may need to seek out Vidofnir for council.” 

She was a leader figure, though since she was a child of Hraesvelgr and ambassador of dragons, it was hardly surprising. 

“As for your hunter, if he does find you here, you will be ample protected. I dare not think anyone would be foolish enough to take on a slew of dragons and a Warrior of Light.”

We have a visitor in seek of succor, though his ilk often not comes to this part of the world. He is far from home.

Midgard’s seemingly unwarranted narration quietly hummed around the Elezen’s long ears. It wasn’t often the small dragon spoke and Neena had to admit that the rare times he did was a delight. There wasn’t much the dragon couldn’t soothe with the way his voice echoed daintily through the air. However, to have someone come to Anyx Trine for refuge was something she had never heard before. Aymeric had certainly been interested in restoring what housing used to be in the area, but Ishgard had very little resources to rebuild itself, much less historic ruins that basically needed to be rebuilt from the ground up. So who would even have the gall to come there and look for a place to stay? It hardly looked hospitable, especially with all the dragons flying around and watching.  

Her curiosity was piqued to say the least, and Neena found herself leaving the company of one of the older dragons and making her way to the aetheryte at the bottom of the tower. When she emerged, she spied a young Xeala standing there, arms crossed and decked out in knight’s armor. He didn’t look like some weary soul, but someone who was ready to do battle. She frowned at the thought of some green-eared adventurer coming to try and fight dragons under the pretense they were part of Nidhogg’s brood.

“I’m afraid if you’ve come to try your hand at fighting dragons, you’ve come to the wrong place.” 

Speaking of her people.

This boy was Ishgardian? That would explain ever so much the abuse he must’ve had within its walls. “They will not change overnight; honestly I don’t believe they’ll change over a decade,” She scoffed as well, knowing that Aymeric was doing his best to get everyone to change, but knew that, in the end, most will not. It was up to the newer generation to shed Ishgard’s previous racism and lead a way to peace between dragon and man. 

“You have come the right way if you were seeking the aid of dragons, none have more of a voice for them than Neena. Her mother made a pact with our grandsire to build bridges between our kinds, starting with Ishgard. While she was unsuccessful and died for it, her daughter lives on, carrying out her will.”

Neena wasn’t sure if she liked that Midgard was giving the boy some of her history, but perhaps letting him know that she was the daughter of a ‘heretic’ then perhaps he might trust her a bit more. 

We have a visitor in seek of succor, though his ilk often not comes to this part of the world. He is far from home.

Midgard’s seemingly unwarranted narration quietly hummed around the Elezen’s long ears. It wasn’t often the small dragon spoke and Neena had to admit that the rare times he did was a delight. There wasn’t much the dragon couldn’t soothe with the way his voice echoed daintily through the air. However, to have someone come to Anyx Trine for refuge was something she had never heard before. Aymeric had certainly been interested in restoring what housing used to be in the area, but Ishgard had very little resources to rebuild itself, much less historic ruins that basically needed to be rebuilt from the ground up. So who would even have the gall to come there and look for a place to stay? It hardly looked hospitable, especially with all the dragons flying around and watching.  

Her curiosity was piqued to say the least, and Neena found herself leaving the company of one of the older dragons and making her way to the aetheryte at the bottom of the tower. When she emerged, she spied a young Xeala standing there, arms crossed and decked out in knight’s armor. He didn’t look like some weary soul, but someone who was ready to do battle. She frowned at the thought of some green-eared adventurer coming to try and fight dragons under the pretense they were part of Nidhogg’s brood.

“I’m afraid if you’ve come to try your hand at fighting dragons, you’ve come to the wrong place.” 

Neena sighed before she started to slow walk towards him. “I was not lashing out at you. I was merely stating something under a misconception about you, nothing more.” Her voice was, indeed, calm with that tinge of Ishgardian accent. “If I really did not want you here what would be the point of me saying you are welcome? I meant what I said and I said what I meant. Midgard agrees with me.”

The large dragon nods. “I did sense a desire for succor within you, hence why I bid Neena when you arrived.”

His reaction, while probably not the best, was easily warranted given what he had been through. Though hearing her and what she said made him scoff “The point being that you could be trying to just make me at ease so you can do like others have. Either by making me feel safe and then turning that against me or just using it to get me to let my guard down so that you can beat the shit out of me…”

Words no doubt familiar if anyone had traveled throughout the Brume or knew just what it was like within Ishgard before the changes started to happen with the Highborns looking down upon the lessers and such. He… was certainly going to be a tough one to really crack, but when you go through so much suffering it was hard to be anything but problematic it seemed.

“You haven’t even given me a chance, how do you expect others to help you when you turn your back and run at the slightest misconception?” Neena asked, crossing her arms. “I do not doubt you’ve had a rough life, one that’s been horrible and that’s caused you to shut yourself in, but if you’re going to reach out, you need to give a little trust in the person you’re reaching out to. People can’t help you when you refuse to let them help you.”

We have a visitor in seek of succor, though his ilk often not comes to this part of the world. He is far from home.

Midgard’s seemingly unwarranted narration quietly hummed around the Elezen’s long ears. It wasn’t often the small dragon spoke and Neena had to admit that the rare times he did was a delight. There wasn’t much the dragon couldn’t soothe with the way his voice echoed daintily through the air. However, to have someone come to Anyx Trine for refuge was something she had never heard before. Aymeric had certainly been interested in restoring what housing used to be in the area, but Ishgard had very little resources to rebuild itself, much less historic ruins that basically needed to be rebuilt from the ground up. So who would even have the gall to come there and look for a place to stay? It hardly looked hospitable, especially with all the dragons flying around and watching.  

Her curiosity was piqued to say the least, and Neena found herself leaving the company of one of the older dragons and making her way to the aetheryte at the bottom of the tower. When she emerged, she spied a young Xeala standing there, arms crossed and decked out in knight’s armor. He didn’t look like some weary soul, but someone who was ready to do battle. She frowned at the thought of some green-eared adventurer coming to try and fight dragons under the pretense they were part of Nidhogg’s brood.

“I’m afraid if you’ve come to try your hand at fighting dragons, you’ve come to the wrong place.” 

Neena sighed before she started to slow walk towards him. “I was not lashing out at you. I was merely stating something under a misconception about you, nothing more.” Her voice was, indeed, calm with that tinge of Ishgardian accent. “If I really did not want you here what would be the point of me saying you are welcome? I meant what I said and I said what I meant. Midgard agrees with me.”

The large dragon nods. “I did sense a desire for succor within you, hence why I bid Neena when you arrived.”

We have a visitor in seek of succor, though his ilk often not comes to this part of the world. He is far from home.

Midgard’s seemingly unwarranted narration quietly hummed around the Elezen’s long ears. It wasn’t often the small dragon spoke and Neena had to admit that the rare times he did was a delight. There wasn’t much the dragon couldn’t soothe with the way his voice echoed daintily through the air. However, to have someone come to Anyx Trine for refuge was something she had never heard before. Aymeric had certainly been interested in restoring what housing used to be in the area, but Ishgard had very little resources to rebuild itself, much less historic ruins that basically needed to be rebuilt from the ground up. So who would even have the gall to come there and look for a place to stay? It hardly looked hospitable, especially with all the dragons flying around and watching.  

Her curiosity was piqued to say the least, and Neena found herself leaving the company of one of the older dragons and making her way to the aetheryte at the bottom of the tower. When she emerged, she spied a young Xeala standing there, arms crossed and decked out in knight’s armor. He didn’t look like some weary soul, but someone who was ready to do battle. She frowned at the thought of some green-eared adventurer coming to try and fight dragons under the pretense they were part of Nidhogg’s brood.

“I’m afraid if you’ve come to try your hand at fighting dragons, you’ve come to the wrong place.” 

Keeping his arms crossed Faust looked to the woman as she spoke “I’ve little reason to be fighting anything.” he muttered out narrowing his eyes “Just because I look like I’m ready for a fight doesn’t mean I am ready for a fight.” not entirely wrong, but he was always ready to deal with people who were less than pleasant with him so he was already ready to fight if he had to.

Neena’s look was one of indifference, not too keen to give the young man much of a reaction to his sneer or the bitterness of his tone. If he really was going to just leave he wouldn’t come out all the way there with the risk that rouge dragons could still be lumbering about. He probably had no where else to go either.

“I never said you weren’t welcome here, anyone in need of succor is free to stay, provided that they don’t cause trouble and help out around here.” She tilted her head slightly as she looked at him with a pondering expression. “That is, if you are willing to do so in exchange from being protected by whoever or whatever you’re running from.”

The names of those who passed away in KyoAni’s arson attack are finally being revealed, so a dedication for them and their contributions to the animation world seems in order right now. In respect to the deceased, I’ve refrained from posting pictures of their faces and opted for using their works as a form of recognition instead.

Director Takemoto Yasuhiro

Color designer Ishida Naomi

In-between animator Uda Junichi

Key animator Kigami Yoshiji

Finish animator Tsuda Sachie

Key animator Kuriki Ami

Production manager Yokota Keisuke

Art director Watanabe Mikiko

Character designer Nishiya Futoshi

And newly hired staff members Oomura Yuuki and Kasama Yuka

“Really… she would put me as a ‘sibling’ or even still call me such? How amusingly pathetic…” - Rimoux de Durendaire (OOC: He’d find it hilarious if she called him brother but man yes… Negative Siblings all the way and just Enemies big time. Rivals perhaps but I see the Enemies being STRONG with these two.)

“I… I don’t understand why you would ever want to help me. I’m stubborn and a fool besides.. you are aware of the ‘shame’ I brought to our house and the family name. No one wants to deal with a ‘Heretic’ in their family after all…” - Faust Greystone (OOC: Yessssssssssss I see that Guardian and Parental Figure being strone with Neena and Faust. He needs someone like that in his life to show him that things aren’t as bad as they might seem. And while Faust is a haughty and stubborn child he does suffer from the Trauma obviously)

“You wish to stand in my way? Good… I was hoping for a proper fight and someone who won’t break almost immediately…” - Lusaut de Durendaire (OOC: Man the stuff that would happen between these two… especially if Lusaut is down the ‘bad end’ path where he actually catches Faust… because daddy won’t need him anymore >.> I could see other options but Enemies = Yes on this one)

“Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to a friendship between Neena and myself. She certainly is interesting and I know I’ve… startled her from time to time with my visits to the area…” - Jacques Cresent (OOC: Big dragon needs more friends yes yes…)

She’d call him brother in the most sarcastic way possible and only rivals cause he wants to be heir but currently she still is xD

Oh yes she would personally sign adoption papers if she could… and if Faust was under 18 >w>;;;; she doesn’t care that he’s stubborn… she is too tbh xD besides his father is the heretic now! Considering Heavensward

Other options? Oh??? ELABORATE IS THERE MORE THAT WE CAN DO FOR THIS MURDER NEPHEW AND PYRO AUNTIE?!

Oh the question caused the Highborn Elezen to sneer, the way those eyes of his narrowed and how he looked like he wanted to choke the person asking him such a disgusting question to begin with. The look on his face was easily telling, it spoke volumes with how he thought of his family along with his dear ‘baby’ sister… the right to the House should have been his but no… she had to come in and ruin that for him.

It didn’t help that he had already screwed up his chances anyway with his… acts. And while Faust was long gone the blemish on his name was always going to be there… because not only did he bear a bastard child but that child was born from one of a… heretical race as many saw it. So, he had to cover things up to prevent his name being dragged about and being seen as a Heretic himself.

The dark look to cross his face as he reeled in his thoughts before crossing his arms “Pathetic… she is of little importance to me. A blemish on this families name and then some really… plus, she courts with the Dravanian’s… befriends the cursed beasts even… and we do not need another Heretic in this forsaken family…” he hissed “Now be gone… before I have you personally removed…”

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