( At first she does not know what to make of her continued existence. Her death was supposed to secure an end to the Dragonsong war, or at least buy her friends some desperate time; her atonement. It was the only thing she could do, one act knowing full well that it spelled her end.
And yet she remained, Hraesvelgr taking her away from her death to recover, to find her footing once again. It is among Anyx Trine that she recovers, under the watchful eyes of dragons before they send her off to Tailfeather. Vidofnir promises to send word and updates when she can -- for there exists a rumor, a knowing, that Nidhogg has returned once more even as Ishgard extends their hand in a shaky gesture of peace.
Ysayle waits, listens, and grows stronger. Grows concerned over a fight she cannot join in, though her spirit is more than willing; the more she learns the more she wishes to stand once more beside her friends--
And perhaps keep one of them from losing himself completely.
It is Aymeric himself, later, who finds his way to her and tells her that Estinien is once more himself. Something in her chest loosens in spite of herself, something she wonders if Aymeric can see on her face. Still -- she thanks him, and then makes for Azys Lla.
It is not the mystery of the place that draws her in, but the search for a person, her eyes peeled from the back of the dragon that graciously agreed to carry her. There, she says, and the dragon descends with a silence she finds enviable.
It's that same silence she hopes to emulate as she keeps her distance, and it is only when she spies what he has in his hands, what he intends to do with the flowers that makes her speak. )
for estinien.