#pyrelight

@pyrelight:

What folly was this, that he should inhabit this same space as the Draconian’s Chosen King of Kings, the one fated by decree of Bahamut to save the world from the blight of Bahamut’s creation? By what manner of madness did he now find himself standing before the small spec of a man, no more than a boy who held a burning star within his breast that, as all stars must do, would burn him from the inside out and snuff his life as if he were no more than a candle’s flame?

No fire burned save for the fire in the Infernian’s eyes, a blaze that would die only with the end of his life. He towered, though not near so large as Ramuh or Leviathan, staring imperiously down at the human who dared address him so casually.

Did he have anything to do with Bahamut’s plans?

“No.”

The answer remained short, succinct, yet true enough, growled out into the air around them. He had been as the Accursed Adagium now was: a consequence, a pawn, to the King Astral’s insidious plot to a game that none knew the rules of.

Nor did any know the reason for it.

“Oh.”

One question answered.  A wealth of others opening, but immediately it seemed like he shouldn’t ask.  Like there was no interest in answering, which... whether this was all a dream or not, he kinda got.  It couldn’t be reality, in any case, since looking up at the enormous, powerful being didn’t inspire any fear.  A little awe, of course, but mostly Ifrit just felt like... company.

But the eerie misty “dream world” around him didn’t flicker or fade when he thought about it, and he felt no closer to waking up.  Still there, with a very present Astral, getting the weird feeling that he was actually being looked at.  By something alive and thinking, not a dream being or a hallucination.

“Well that’s... good, I guess.”  Noctis continued awkwardly, sparing very little energy to worry about it.  Any of it.

Screendump~! Unfortunately fairly grainy - now that I’ve changed it so my screens save in .bmp format I’m hoping that’s less of an issue.

Anyways, have some baby (and not-so-baby) Kethrann! And a few cameos from his sylvari boyfriend, Harowe.

First pic is from the first pretty little quiet spot we found in-game, with a waterfall and a veteran to kill. :’P Very low level.

Next two are from when they became official Whispers members (after Claw Island, which we had never played through before and came as a bit of a shock to both of us...).

The next is just from a vista I liked the lighting at, and then some random screens.

Lookit my baby, all grown up. :)

Shoulder touch || Accepting

Sleipnir hadn't meant to not pay attention, really. They're typically on guard, watching every little movement that catches their eye. But things had been…stressful lately. It's difficult watching Barnabas sink more and more into himself. It seems like there's very little they can do to remedy it, no matter how hard they try. As they ponder all this, they've unwittingly walked into the middle of the path just as another knight comes barreling down, unable to stop their horse in time.

They blink, looking up, bracing for impact (as it's not like they can really die anyways), but at the last moment, someone grabs them by the shoulder and yanks them out of the way. Sleipnir lands on the ground with a surprised noise and blinks, looking up at their rescuer. When they see that it's Cassian, they grin, laughing a little.