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“Bahamut...” came the Great Wyrm’s rumbling reply.

He lifted his head to peer down at his brother in his small, mortal form. With a heavy sigh, he took a few lumbering steps towards the man before he sat down and curled his tail neatly around his feet.

There was no doubt as to why Bahamut had returned to him once again. The recent events were a heavy matter upon their hearts alike. Even without words, they both knew this has gone too far.

          The sunny day in Limsa Lomisa was indeed a treat to view through the shade of the orange trees. She tired of the sun’s vibrancy, choosing to seat herself underneath the lush grove and bade her Carbuncle to seat itself beside her. If enemies were to attempt to ambush her, though their likelihood ran close to twenty-four percent, Topaz would immediately engage as she utilized her budding thaumaturgy skills to bind their legs in permafrost.

From there, it would take approximately three point seven minutes to dispose of the enemies. All in all, a sound defense given their location.

Her cerulean eyes gleamed in delight over the recent book she has recently obtained: a book writ in such archaic words of eld, bespeaking of a time of magic and power, their inscribed spells littered with such complex instructions a little far from her capabilities.

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Bahamut looks down at the hyur, placing a hand on her head and petting her hair. Something had changed, he wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but he knew better than to ask her about it. But he did feel the need to distract her, the feeling of agony and sadness more than a little overwhelming.

                               ❝ Do you mind if I ask what your favorite food is?❞

“Y’plannin’ on cookin’?” she asked, mostly as a joke and smiling a little despite herself.  She couldn’t see Bahamut in a kitchen (though she knew his diet couldn’t possibly consist of only raw meat) but her mind had already conjured up an image of him in an apron, and it was doing wonders to cheer her up.

Aori shook her head in disbelief.  "Allagans?  You were there when... Bahamut was ambushed?  I’m sorry, I’ve only heard bits and pieces of his story.”  It was definitely possible considering how old Urianger might be.

She brought a finger to her lips in thought.  She nodded in agreement when the Au Ra spoke of the healing properties of dragons.  Her father had stories she vaguely remembered that linked the Au Ra to the dragons.  Some of it contained the intake of dragon flesh.

Perhaps one day she will tell him her story during the Calamity, but not tonight. She gave his hand a firm squeeze.  He had enough nightmares for the night.

             "I see then, I have no problem with playing with them if it comes to that,” Sil lit up as he smiled to the small dragons, ears wiggling with joy.

             It was always a very good day if all he needed to do was entertain the little ones in games. Especially as they lay about and wiggling like they do. It must be a small dragon thing, as Midgardsormr has done that same thing a good multitude of times on the bed.

             Better than the nips he’s done and pullings on the ears. Twelve they hurt!

             "If they are hungry, I do have some meat stored away in my bag they can partake,” Sil was practically beaming before blinking, turning his head over to Bahamut with confusion.

The Xaela merely shakes her head at him as she moves about and fetches her medical kit, giving the other Au Ra a disapproving frown as she gently pushes him back on the bed. “Believe you me I hate just sitting around but you need to recover. Honestly, what were you thinking? Just because you’re you does not mean you’re not vulnerable to pain like the rest of us,” she murmurs.