OPEN POST.

[dragonsung]

voicetesting. prompts provided, or create something of your own.

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[geirskoguls]

[ He does, he must, for his interactions with her and their travel together did more than he can word. She had played a large part in his change, there is no way he can ignore it nor the gift of her concern. Regardless he chooses not to correct her, offering the ghost of a smile, an expression he is still not wholly used to. ]

Mayhaps or he will grow angry for my leaving without saying farewell. [ Which is why he chose to steal away like a thief, the image of the boy's refusal to let him leave alongside the Warrior of Light and Aymeric was... well he didn't wish to face such insurmountable odds. ] Best to avoid him for now while some layer of peace still rests upon us.

[ Gladden he is for agreeing to his request but the mention of Vidofnir causes Estinien's body to tense, gaze glancing behind them as if to spy the dragon in question. He remembers all too clearly the day Nidhogg forced his body to injury her gravely, remembers holding his lance tightly between his hands as he proclaimed the final verse. Remembers all too clearly Aymeric's tight expression, his aim so true the arrow might have felled him then were it not for there wyrm's power. ]

Aymeric told me the blow did not fell her. [ He shifts arms crossing across his chest. ] Though it has not been long since I was under the wyrm's spell, I would not blame her if she harbored a grudge.

[ What little he knows of Vidofnir tells him that she may not, that she may have forgiven him for the deeds done without his consent. Even so, he has no wish to bring up painful memories. ]

[dragonsung]

( Ysayle wished she had been there, that her own recovery had not kept her far away from seeing the pieces of her dream start being laid. But it isn't just her's now, it's all of Ishgard's. Of Aymeric and the Warrior of Light, of Alphinaud, too. There is the swelling feeling of pride within her chest -- not for her accomplishments, but for their's. )

No doubt he shall find his way to us e're long, if he has need of our talents. But know if I am there to witness it I shan't be moved to intervene on your behalf -- it will be a well deserved lecture.

( There is a trace of humor there, somewhere. )

Aye, she recovered well under the care of her kin. ( That Estinien would not let himself off so easily for Nidhogg's actions does not surprise her; they all have their ghosts that haunt them. Even now Ysayle does not know the nature of the creature in her soul, nor can she forgive herself for those who have suffered for her misguided crusade. Still-- ) She knows that you were not yourself. 'Tis grudges and old hurts that moved Nidhogg's hand -- neither dragon nor Ishgardian can move forward if we cling to them.

( Vidofnir knows that well, too. Still -- she will not force Estinien to do something he may not wish to do; Ysayle doubts she could anyway, as stubborn as he might be. )

[geirskoguls]

Mayhaps.

[ But he is not good at farewells, thus his leaving without a word, something Aymeric knows full well but the boy less so. A part of him feels guilt for it, but it is easily drowned out by the rest─ Alphinuad is a man grown, his feelings should not be so hurt from a missing farewell.

Ah, but thoughts of the boy are far from his mind at this moment, gaze focused on Ysayle as she speaks of Vidnofnnir's recovery. As she speaks the tension seems to seep from his posture, shoulders relaxing as he lets go of a breath he had not wholly aware of holding. Once again Lady Iceheart speaks with a wisdom that is beyond his grasp, schooling the thoughts that flick about his mind. ]

Then I will be honored to have her carry me to Sohr Kai as well.

[dragonsung]

( A small incline of her head; she gestures him forward with her free hand -- the other still holding the flowers. It seems silly and pointless to keep holding them, but they were meant for her. Simply because she is alive doesn't change that.

If he follows, Ysayle leads him to Vidofnir -- waiting for the both of them some distance away. Her gaze is wary towards Estinien, but absence of hostility. That she cannot fault the dragon for -- the Azure Dragoon even without his armor and the Eye is still a man who has slain many of her kind. But they are working towards a peace, and Ysayle takes a few steps forward. )

Estinien Wyrmblood accepts your offer to fly him to Sohr Kai. ( Not 'dragoon', not 'the Azure Dragoon'. Ysayle knows not of what he plans to do now; is he as lost as she? But he is none of those things in this moment, not to her, and neither should he be them to Vidofnir. ) We go to pay our respects to Ratatoskr.