#twinalisaie

@alisaie-leveilleur

To state Ceodore was mighty nervous was quite the understatement. He had been working a great deal as a soldier and as a prince that there was little time to plan. But, with a good deal of help and a great deal of fellow comrades from his platoon pestering him and offering some less than helpful advice, Ceodore was ready to head off.

“Note for my parents and Captain, check... Present, check... The aether crystal, check... Oh! Linkpearl! Crystals, I will need that to locate Alisaie!” Ceodore sprinted to his dresser and pulled a small box out, removing the pearl and placing it on his ear, “Alright. I am set!”

The quarter Lunarian looked to where the Ascian had once appeared, offering the prince a chance to see his dear friend and beloved, and the same spot where the distortion in space was beheld. It was much easier now, as he concentrated on that spot, holding the necklace in hand, as practiced words for the Teleport came from his lips.

It was then, that Ceodore felt the expecting fall through the very space between worlds, eyes closed as he would appear in yet another random place. This time, he found himself inhaling the scent of the salty sea, opening his eyes to the very city-state of Limsa Lomisa, where there were hearts and couples about.

When he looked to his left and noted a couple dressed in salmon pink and matching hats, giving one another a familiar look as they walked to the inn, the foreign prince’s cheeks turned a rosy red. So they do celebrate a day like this in Eorzea?

“Alisaie, then. Hrrmph, and just as charming as your si-- brother, I see!”

To say there was sarcasm in her words would be an understatement. Heaving a weary sigh and tapping the base of her gnarled stave to the floor, she squinted at the twin. “Yes, your sibling came gallivanting through some time ago. Dragged Shtola and some errand boy-- girl--” She paused. “-- Warrior of Light with him, too.”

Again, a sigh. “You could’ve knocked, at least. What is it, then? Spit it out!"

@twinalisaie

It was hard not to know when people were coming when the the cavern’s opening made such a godsawful sound… of course, that was why she had made it so, yet it was an added convenience when receiving visitors, and so she was already standing beside her table when the youth arrived.

Alisaie was very much put off by the sudden grabbing and running off with her person and had indeed caused a ruckus. But now that they were out of that…that odd place, and he asked his question, the Elezen could only stare as she tried to remember. “I know not how. I remember grey garments but…no face. …Where are we? Who are you?” She asked, sounding a lot braver than she felt. Despite the girls usual nerves, the truth was, she was now 11 summers, in a place that she was certain she had never been to with what had to be a mad man that she did not know.

The bravery was appreciated. Useless, but appreciated. But she was a child, and though he might be depraved, he wasn’t about to harm her. Not that he would tell her that. He found that they tended to cooperate with him if they thought harm would come. Let her believe what she would. The question was how old she was, and where she came from. If he could manage that, then there wouldn’t be any issue with taking her home and having everything done with.

His attention was momentarily drawn elsewhere, a wisp appearing to grill him about his sudden disappearance. Once he’d explained, it seemed more than content to stay and see things through. A nice gesture, though he wasn’t quite sure what it could do for him.