"Hmmm... this Linkpearl is still functional...? Good."

||I'll send you the details over Discord!

||Got an entire AU for Raikoh based off of FF16. Don't think I ever mentioned it beyond his Carrd.

``𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉...
...𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔...``

...𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚...

Sighs.

"Full-glad am I... that my father remains in the Steppe, or Tuliyollal..."

—𝑶𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒊—

𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒉 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒏𝒆, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏
&
𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒊 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝑶𝒏𝒎𝒚𝒐𝒋𝒊

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 nestled sweetly in my palm;
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤO' 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 WORLD,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤteach me how to 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇.

𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆

"My answer remains the same..."

Silence hung over them both, the Au'ra contemplating what had been said. He turned to meet the Ishgardian's gaze— his own lacking the cold sharpness, the masked Indifference, it normally possessed.

"I... Cendre..."

He wasn't sure what to say, or how to vocalize his shock upon hearing this.

"Cendre. Are you centain that is what you wish for...?"

Raikoh: Doing Raikoh things.

"Mayhap I should simply leave the star again...?"

Brandishing a carving knife, putting its blade to work against a chunk of partially shaped wood.

The Au'ra was sitting upon the stump of what was once: an old, and proud tree of the Twelveswood. This was an old training ground of his, within Central Shroud.

Which ever one is closest to the Pleiades constellation...

That familiar presence: the cold comfort the follows her every step. He longed for it. Despite how different Cendre was now, the growth that has taken place in his absence from the Star— that belonging warmth found purchase within his breast, thanks to her.

"Likewise, Cendre."

Soaring through the skies of Othard, upon draconic wings. Cutting through clouds as he enjoys the fruits of his labor— of a new mastery of an old, Primal relic.

One the Au'ra had possessed since the early days of his adventuring life.

The Knight was briefly caught unwary, by the wandering Noble.

And yet, he would lean against her in return. Surprise: fading to a calm comfort.

Haunted.

||YEAHHHH! I GOT THE WINGS I WANTED!

TWO DOWN!
THREE TO GO!!!

||Hell yeah! I got you!

||Absolutely more than willing to help you farm them!

||AHHHH!
FINALLY! LET'S FUCKING GO!

ZORAAL JA! YOU'RE NEXT!

"I wonder... how many still remain active, as Adventurers...?"

Places on his shades. Slinging his greatsword: Luncalibur, over his shoulder. Still in the life guard outfit, whilst glaring up at a massive land-crab, threatening the beach goers.

"To work I return...!"