#enisla

Without the proper light of a shining sun around, each day Esredes woke up to his alarm only to see red peer back at him from the window.

Even with the red skies, Thavnair was still beautiful to a foreigner like himself. All the color was a stark contrast from Ishgard, and the people seemed friendlier even in the midst of the apocalypse. Elouan woke up alongside him at the same time, as per usual- the two had been rooming together since Garlemald. Esredes got himself ready as the barracks were coming to life with activity, slipped into the Thavnairian outfit he had purchased in order to blend in more with the local attire, and passed through the barracks area into the colorful consortium that had been set up as their base of operations. Between going out there into the hell of the apocalypse, Esredes had come to enjoy this place for every little inch of color and vibrance and life it still contained.

In but a couple weeks, Esredes had faced down numerous foes that were once people, been burned multiple times, had flesh-eating scarabs all over him, and then nearly killed someone, only to find a surprisingly smooth reconciliation with the victim later, no charges being pressed, and a newly forged understanding, however limited it was. Yet despite going through all of that, this was one of the days in which he woke up oddly happy. The world could very well be slowly ending, and if it was, that happiness wasn't going to last. But Esredes wasn't at that point yet- he still had a firm belief this would only be temporary, and they'd figure a way out of it, and in the meantime, even if everything were to crash and burn, at least he spent the last of reality together with fellow soldiers fighting to the last in a new and unique place he never thought he'd see, and no longer had to worry about the long term effects of the Dragonsong or his people if it all went down together.

Perhaps he was a bit crazy. Perhaps he was insane. Some people definitely looked at him that way when he didn't want to leave Garlemald. But what could he say? Being a soldier and not a real person had its benefits sometimes, and perhaps this was one of them.

As he made his way through the halls and up the stairs to the mess hall, Esredes said hello to several of his fellow Alliance members as he passed them, with a wave here and there. Aster had that big smile on his face Esredes was used to, Nostrada smiled back with a wave and replied that Kotaide also said hello from back home, Rae greeted him in his usual formal tone, followed immediately by Sona who held his hand out for a fist bump. Esredes couldn't help but smile and complete the gesture towards the tiny Ala Mhigan before moving on.

The mess hall food probably wasn't the best thing ever if you were Thavnairian, but Esredes was very much not, and so to him each new or unfamiliar dish mixed with the familiar was new, and exciting, and such a contrast to Coerthan faire. There was so much more spice in Thavnair, and unlike most of his fellow Ishgardians, Esredes loved spice. He had not yet figured out how high his spice tolerance was, as nothing he ate in Eorzea ever hit it- but maybe, just maybe, he'd figure it out in Thavnair. He didn't have a mission immediately today, and still had about an hour before deployment, so he took a bit of his time with eating and taking in the sights of the mess hall. He saw both Vallienne and Elias leaning against a wall near each other, but paid them both no more than a glance. His history with both of the Dragoons was awkward, to say the least, with the former having slaughtered his people and the latter nearly slaughtering him on an extremely dangerous mission in Garlemald, and he silently thanked the gods he didn't worship he didn't have a mission with either today. Even with both of them apologizing, it didn't quite change the weight in his heart.

Once he was done in the mess hall, Esredes made his way back towards the barracks. He found a few more people in the halls to say hi to- Lakaera was her usual jolly self, Ema had a big smile on her face as she said hello back, and even Vilette stopped him for a couple moments to have a brief chat before departing for duties.

Back at his bed in the barracks, he opened his bag and pulled out the mail he picked up from his Ishgardian home and office mailbox yesterday, before returning by aetheryte after a brief chat with a young squire woman he had befriended shortly after coming back from Garlemald. It was unopened, and now was a good a time as any to open it. There were quite a few letters here, the natural result of having your linkpearl open to only emergencies for long stretches of time. Maylis had sent a loving letter filled with questions about if he was doing all right and enjoying Thavnair, along with one of her usual doodles at the edge of the paper. She told him that Xavierre also sent his regards, and she had a new girlfriend, and there was someone else she wanted him to meet when he was back from Thavnair. That was great news from her to keep his mind occupied with positive things when he went back outside. Next, Quincy had written him a very long letter... and Esredes put it aside for later. He loved that little young man, but he needed to devote his own session to reading anything from him. Quincy never wrote short. Of all people, Yvesoix had written a letter, adding in regards from Victor. It was his usual badly spelt writing, and didn't take long to read. He folded it back up to put aside. His feelings on the man were complicated, but he still found appreciation in the gesture. The next letter was lengthy, but still short enough he could read it. It was from Vette. She was writing in detail with more questions towards him and sending regards on from Dione, Luken, and even Minami. Then Esredes found a single yellow flower with a note attached that simply said good luck, signed from Evianne. Exactly what he'd come to expect from her style. Ah, those two really needed to catch up...

Marie wrote a short but sweet letter. Ferrant had a letter keeping him updated but also being proud of him, and stuck with it was Heilyn's letter, in his usual tone of being a shithead but well meaning and telling him to keep an eye on Alastor. He decided he wouldn't write back telling him the last time he saw him he was about to stick an alchemy vial in his mouth. Divah had a letter too, also proud of him, and written in such a motherly tone Esredes could almost believe his own mother wrote it, if not for the fact she didn't write like that. Armel also wrote, which surprised him a little, hoping he was doing well and that his daughter was okay. Well. His definition of okay probably wasn't Armel's or Mumune's, considering the last he saw her she was on a bear with her axe slaying blasphemies left and right. Sure. She was doing just fine. Elodie was as motherly and worried yet blunt as all hells in her letter, as he expected. And there was a box, with a little cake inside. Yup. Elodie never changed. Was it his fault for refusing to tell her his nameday? Perhaps absolutely, but he wasn't going to admit it. The final letter pricked his finger as he tried to open it, and that immediately cued him in to its writer as he raised an eyebrow. Enisla had written, once more requesting information from him even though the Inquisitor woman who once saved him from being captured surely knew he had almost nothing to give here in Thavnair. Lovely. His reply could be shorter than this whole letter- she had decided to write all about an incident in Ishgard the other day, where she and her companion Inspector Rickard, with the help of Temple Coroner Gio, were dealing with some necromancer activity before handing someone off to another Inquisitor with mismatched eyes. Esredes recognized none of these peoples' names, and so his eyes mostly glazed over the text. Whoever they were, good for them, he supposed. He kept away from members of law enforcement, and was content to keep it that way. He had seen a man with mismatched eyes recently himself, funnily enough, writing in a notebook to tell him to stay away from those he knew at the same knight appreciation event he met the squire at. Well, it might be a rare condition, but even Ishgard had to have its fair share of it.

With all the letters opened and a quiet smile on his face, he put them aside back in the bag, and rose to change into his armor. They were going to call for him at the top of the consortium soon, and he wanted to be there and ready beforehand. So Esredes strapped his sword sheath to his belt, made sure the obsidian blades and potions were in place, and walked back out over the bridge up to the consortium and towards the planning room. He thought he saw a couple people he recognized out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned back, no one was there. Hm. Maybe he was imagining things. Bellona wouldn't have wanted to say hello, anyhow, and that was probably another green Roegadyn with red hair he mistook for Rusty. Rusty was Rusty, and no one else looked like him, hair short or long.

Soon, everyone filed into the planning room not long after Esredes. Azarah arrived first in her signature mage robes- the repaired ones, anyhow, since she had destroyed them in part pressing them to his wound after the chimera bit him. She greeted him with her usual variants of a hello with asking him how he was, and he replied that he was doing quite well today, actually. Avalaine came next, still in that black tank top she had been wearing all the time since they came to Thavnair, as if somewhere in there she had stopped caring about her appearance. Esredes quite liked seeing her and being on missions with her- the machinist woman was pleasant company who took comfort in his presence and guidance inside and outside of therapy, and she had been helpful when he was distressed over the incident with the conjurer. Vallerin joined next, and him and Esredes shared smiles, but nothing more than hellos. His presence was a small comfort to Esredes, awkward as it was for them to be together like this. He was his first therapy client that he didn't already know once upon a time, after all, the patient zero, and he was once used to him in a blue top with glasses. Seeing him now after finishing therapy in his knight's armor and doing missions together was... well. It was a good thing they finished therapy.

Finally, Knight Commander Ser Kainen came in, wearing that standard issue coat he was almost always in. The soft-looking Hyur man was always a welcomed sight to Esredes, even with his perpetually hard to read, set expression that rarely varied. Still, even though he felt like more of an equal officer to Esredes, he was not as long as they were in official Alliance duties, and so Esredes clasped his hands behind his back to listen at attention for the briefing.

They were in Thavnair together, once again allies in the conflict. Whether he would take Kainen's offer to be allies in war and peace after this, still remained to be seen. If the world was to see blue skies again, and there would be a world to live in after this...

Kainen had a way of talking in briefs that struck a nice balance by Esredes' standards. He was to the point, but thorough enough that it felt everything got covered quickly. And the mission was just as to be expected- go to a village to help, evacuate, dispatch blasphemies. A large one had been sighted in the area to keep out for.

No one had any questions, so the group was going out the door not long after he finished. Whatever they faced, they'd start to turn and see things from stress, and Esredes knew that. It wasn't going to be fun, not in the slightest.

And yet, still, something felt light inside him as he left with his companions, facing the red sky outside in all of its fiery glory as each step drew them into the streets of Radz-at-Han and towards the entrance.

A sound broke through the skies, and suddenly wings of green broke through the horizon, flying towards the center of the city. While Vallerin and Avalaine winced and looked away, Esredes watched on with wide eyes of awe as the creature disappeared behind tall reaching buildings, and his mouth even opened.

There was exactly one dragon in Thavnair, as everyone had recently learned. The true Satrap himself. And seeing even a glimpse of the must be distressed dragon felt like a good omen for the day ahead. While Vallerin and Avalaine recollected themselves, Esredes just smiled. Unity in Thavnair, and unity among the Alliance- what a journey it had been indeed, from Carteneau to Garlemald to here. And Esredes could feel in his heart it was still not over.

"Let's be off," he told the rest of the party as he turned back to face the endless red sky, and took a deep breath. Calm, collected, ready.

When Esredes stepped out of a building into the street, often times, he looked all around. He looked down and up the street as he walked down it. Nothing was there, but he often felt something, nonetheless. And it was hard to shake the feeling. For all Esredes knew, someone was always watching him. He knew he was on the Inquisition's Watchlist. He knew Inquisitors regularly appeared and stalked him. Alvere had done it, that hulking monster had done it, the imposter who bedded that one probably had too, there was that silver one who stepped out from nowhere and asked him to spy on a previous workplace, there was the Hyur one who tried to prove his pardon was fake, and those were just the ones he knew about.

It made walking around Ishgard a very peculiar experience. Some days, Esredes felt like Ishgard was the safest of the city-states, simply not the safest for him. Other days he could walk around normally, simply keeping in mind someone could be watching. And some days the feeling was more persistent. Yet no matter how much Esredes looked around corners, or stopped in alleyways hoping to lure someone out, no one came. Where were they hiding?

Even if he could find them, even if he could ask, Esredes knew the answer already. He was a threat, a monster, a predator, something that couldn't go unwatched in his cage. They were waiting, waiting for him to make a misstep, waiting for him to give them the perfect opportunity to drag him into that dark building and ensure he never came out. They wanted to topple him and destroy his people, then move on to everyone else for dessert.

Alvere never did apologize for stalking him either. Alvere didn't apologize for a lot, really, but that was fine. Esredes watched the man put himself through agony a lot, the most recent of which being watching him suffer to an allergic reaction, and in that he took penance. The hulking monster was nowhere to be seen, and he'd discovered that imposter inquisitor and exposed her, so she was no longer a threat. But he'd no idea what happened to the silver one, and he knew there were far more who could be assigned to watch him, or did it of their own volition. They wanted him out. They wanted him gone. They wanted all he worked for destroyed. And they were pursuit predators who, besides Alvere, couldn't be reasoned with. Whose heads should be lobbed from their bodies if this city really wanted to be safer, the disease-spreading rodents.