𝒘 𝒐 𝒍 𝒇 𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒓 𝒕

“I need to get home.”

Y’shtola had to fight a sigh. How did this kid who immediately got cold feet suddenly become her problem? “It’s a little late for that, is it not?”

“No, I’m not…I’m not from Fanow, or anywhere near here as far as I can tell. And I know it sounds crazy but I’m not even sure how I got here in the first place. The Viis have been incredibly kind and hospitable to me, but they haven’t had much contact with the outside world. They don’t have any of the answers I need, and suggested I come here to try and learn what I can before I attempt any journey further.”

Well that certainly was not what Y’shtola expected. Putting aside her comments about Fanow’s hospitality, she started with the more pertinent question, “Then where are you from?”

“Eorzea. Gridania to be more specific, or well close enough.”

The woman seemed to wait expectantly to see if there was any look of recognition at her words. And while most of the people gathered only looked on in confusion, she focused in on the shock Y’shtola could feel written all over her own face.

“Tell me you have heard those names before?”

“I have,” Y’shtola’s mind raced, but you won’t find many who do in these parts. I am from Eorzea myself, though I have spent more time in La Noscea than the Shroud.”

Y’shtola heard the woman’s sigh of relief, and could easily understand the kind of fear and confusion that has plagued her ever since her arrival on the First. Though, what she was doing here, Y’shtola didn’t have any guess.

“Come, let’s sit down and have some tea, and I will tell you what I can.” She led the woman into her quarters, shutting the door behind them with a look that she hoped portrayed that they were not to be disturbed. She motioned for the woman to take a seat as she went to prepare their tea.

“Your eyes must be extraordinary, to see so well in such darkness.”

Y’shtola cursed under her breath. The candles she had lit to keep up appearances must have burned out.

“My apologies, the Night’s Blessed hold the darkness sacred. It is easy to forget that not everyone is used to it.” She hoped the lie was convincing enough, as she quickly lit a few candles around the room.

“Can you tell me of how you came to this forest?”

“Like I said, I’m not sure. One moment I was sitting beneath a tree in the Shroud, I got a blinding headache and heard a voice call out. The next thing I knew I was here in Rak’tika, completely naked I might add.”

“I don’t know if it is any comfort, but that is the same way I came to be here.”

“Truly? Do you know what brought us here?”

Y’shtola nodded. “What do you know of the Warrior of Light?”

“The Warrior of Light?” The woman seemed to be taken aback at the sudden change of subject, “not much to be honest. I mean I’ve heard the stories, of her fighting off giant monsters single handedly, of how she defeated the Garleans in Doma and Ala Mhigo. I know she is a Roegadyn, but I’m not sure what she looks like or even what her name is.”

“If you have no connection with Robyn, what else could he want from you?”

“Robyn?”

Y’shtola blanched, realizing she had been thinking out loud. “The Warrior of Light. That’s her name: Robyn Ostornwyn.”

She could hear the other woman put her cup down heavily on the table.

“Does that name mean something to you?” When no answer was forthcoming, she reached out and took the woman’s trembling hand in hers.

“It has to be a coincidence. Robyn died over a decade ago.”

With this woman sitting here, Y’shtola knew it couldn’t be a coincidence. “She’s a tall Sea Wolf, light green skin, bright blue eyes, and black hair that she died blue years ago to match her sister’s.”

A sob caught in the other woman’s throat, and so Y’shtola continued rattling off whatever she could remember about Robyn’s past.

“She grew up off the coast in Thanalan, the daughter of a baker, and she has an adopted sister. A sister she was separated from during the calamity, but has never stopped looking for.”

The woman was fully crying now, gripping Y’shtola’s hand like a lifeline.

“A sister that, up until this moment, I had wrongly assumed was a Roegadyn like herself.”

“Robyn is alive.” It wasn’t a question, it was more like she was tasting the words in her mouth. After a few moments she perked up, “wait, are you saying Robyn is the Warrior of Light?”

Y’shtola chuckled. “Yes, yes that is what I’m saying. Is it really so hard to believe?”

“I mean, she’s my sister. I’ve seen her burn her hand on a hot oven and trip over her own two feet. But I’ve also seen her protect me with everything she has, and go out of her way to help others.”

“You’ll be happy to know that she still occasionally burns her hand on a hot oven and trips over hew own two feet. And she still fights to protect people with everything she has.” Y’shtola squeezed her hand and smiled at her. “What is your name, dear?”

“I’m Osk,” she took a steadying breath as she said her last name for the first time in over a decade, “Osk Ostornwyn.”

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