#firit

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄. Some have been pulled and opened to various pages as she jots notes down in another, others were stacked in different heights around her. All of them, however, had either been provided by Harpocrates or found during her travels and brought to the Hideaway. Corinne doesn't even realise Clive has entered the room until he's right in front of the desk.

She lets out a frustrated groan and leans back. ❝ That Mid is a one-woman force of nature. She's going to drive me mad with all of her requests! So far I haven't found anything useful that might help her build an airship. An airship, Clive! Can you believe that? ❞

Corinne rakes a hand through her hair. The very idea of a ship flying feels like such a fantasy. Something only one could dream of; but that was Mid for you — she made it her personal mission to make dreams into reality. Particularly if they were in any relation to Cid.

@firit said : ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ | ( 200 random dialogue prompts / accepting !! )

❝ You can repay me by staying alive. ❞ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖. She only knew it was within her power to help, and Clive had the right idea of it — the world didn't need Mothercrystals. Free of their influence and power, humanity would be able to rebuild itself without the inequality between Bearers and Dominants. A future that had, until now, been such a far-off dream; considered sacrilege in the eyes of the Crystalline Orthodoxy.

Anastasia could not offer much; her power was limited as the daughter of a monarch — a bird trapped in a gilded cage. Even her father held no real power in the Iron Kingdom. A figurehead and face of the kingdom and nothing more. The true power was held by the Crystalline Orthodoxy and it was clear that high priest Imreann had no intentions of letting it go anytime soon.

It would not stop her. Whatever she could do to aid Clive in his mission, she would offer; even if it meant putting her life in danger. Anastasia drew the hood of her cloak closer around her face as she led Clive and his party. After a while, she came to a stop.

❝ I cannot take you any further. But stick to the path. It will lead you to the Mothercrystal. ❞ Anastasia stepped aside to allow Clive and the others to pass; but not before she reached out to touch his arm, something desperate and pleading in her blue eyes. ❝ And Clive? When this is all over... come visit me? ❞

Ok, I know I’m a bit late, but here’s a little something for Spirit’s and Firit’s B-Day. So here you go boys, I hope you like it~