[ They'd become traveling companions: Lapis, in her pilgrimage to bond with Eidolons of old, and Sion, in his quest to study the lay of land, the composition of the world, coming to know the culture of Vaikuntha by learning its legends from those who peopled the realm. How many stories, now, has he been entrusted with? For each and every city they pass through, there is always a clinic at which Sion offers his services as a white mage, healing the ills of others as they recant to him tales of a great battle; of a world cursed and altogether not unlike his own: Menoris, fated to only know everlasting tragedy and sorrow. It is enough to make him believe his presence in Vaikuntha is no coincidence at all, and that perhaps the key to saving Menoris will be found here, in this realm which had been reborn despite facing certain calamity.
But--... the answers he seeks will be revealed only with time, their adventures bringing them closer and closer to the truth of Vaikuntha and its connection to all other realms through the Dream Width. And for now, at least, there are by far more pressing matters at hand: Lapis, who had seen them through a battle to secure a safe campground for the night, is now weary for her efforts, drained from summoning. And so...!
Even if he is a white mage, he still has strength enough to lift Lapis' slight frame, gathering her into his arms (her back supported with his left hand, the delicate bend of her knees with the right) so that he might see her swiftly and safely carried to their tent where she would be able to find her rest, recovering from the fight.
Gently, he murmurs, his voice low and even as his steps: ] You were brilliant, Lapis, and I find myself almost envious of your prowess.
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But--... the answers he seeks will be revealed only with time, their adventures bringing them closer and closer to the truth of Vaikuntha and its connection to all other realms through the Dream Width. And for now, at least, there are by far more pressing matters at hand: Lapis, who had seen them through a battle to secure a safe campground for the night, is now weary for her efforts, drained from summoning. And so...!
Even if he is a white mage, he still has strength enough to lift Lapis' slight frame, gathering her into his arms (her back supported with his left hand, the delicate bend of her knees with the right) so that he might see her swiftly and safely carried to their tent where she would be able to find her rest, recovering from the fight.
Gently, he murmurs, his voice low and even as his steps: ] You were brilliant, Lapis, and I find myself almost envious of your prowess.