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[dragonsung]

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heavensward.

[dragonsung]

( Ysayle remembers the warmth. The smell of grass, the buzz of insects, the sun on her face. She remembers the cold, the way the ice bites and her pale skin turned red under the force of it.

Iceheart, though she wants nothing more than to bring in all of Ishgard in out of the cold. But it is as good a name as any, and it is her's, and so she does not turn away from it. Ysayle will do anything -- everything -- she can to bring the Dragonsong war to an end. If others find her conviction intimidating that is not something she concerns herself with. Only her people, her mission.

The Warrior of Light threatens that if they choose to continue to stand against her. They are not exactly the same, but the Echo binds them in strange ways, ones that she hopes will bring them to her side, away from the lies of Ishgard.

It's these thoughts that occupy her as she wanders across the snow -- striding, towards rumored crystals. Ysayle knows the cost summoning Shiva takes, and only part might be dealt with by stealing shipments.

The other she simply accepts, and does not dwell upon overmuch. )

post-heavensward.

[dragonsung]

( Never did she think she would enter Ishgard again, least of all one not labeled 'heretic' but an ally. To the Warrior of Light, to Aymeric, to a future where dragon and mortal can live side by side. It will take generations to see if their word is true, but even Ysayle finds herself reluctantly impressed by the work Aymeric has done already.

No one demands her cooperation -- she can make her own choices about what to do, where to go, in the name of spreading the truth of the Dragonsong war and sharing her understanding of dragonkind. It is a freedom she did not expect, not after taking up arms against the Ishgardians themselves.

Forgiveness offered, even to a woman who thinks she may not deserve it after all she has done. So she works for it, teaches all who come to her what she knows, and visits the dragons. There are some times, rare times, where she can bring others.

It feels a little bit like victory, the taste of it still foreign after all this time. )

for estinien.

[dragonsung]

( 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. )

You remain as foolhardy as ever, dragoon.