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suitsaheroIt creates something of a mistaken impression, how eternal dragons are-- they do not experience time differently from anyone else, merely for a longer span of it. This particular dragon has grown dreadfully, deathly bored over the years and never moreso than in his time between meeting this so called "Warrior of Light" and the interminable time between her visits.
It's not that he's particularly unhappy, exactly. He has some smaller dragons he commands and looks after and there's always the incursions from Ishgard. He can't help what his kin want to do, but it always makes him sad, to have to hurt the mortals he's always found endlessly fascinating. So avoidance is better.
Which is why he's flying as fast as he can over mountains no large dragon has been seen coming over in ages, sending the Observatorium into a panic.
No wait. Back up.
It starts with a pretty girl in snow, because when does it ever not, but it more specifically starts with a pretty girl sending a distress call through an ancient communication device. It just so happens that he happens to be a particularly large fan of this pretty girl insnow distress and if she's calling him, she must be very distressed indeed-- something he will not stand for.
He has forms that others would take less note of, but all of them move too slowly, so he's winging quickly down out of the mountains of Ishgard into the flatter lands and forests beyond and then, quite quickly, straight for the deserts of Uldah. Divorced from the crystal that serves as communication, he can send no word of his coming, but he's not thinking particularly clearly or hard about that. Pahja is in trouble and he's going to fix it. He can figure out the particulars later.
It's not that he's particularly unhappy, exactly. He has some smaller dragons he commands and looks after and there's always the incursions from Ishgard. He can't help what his kin want to do, but it always makes him sad, to have to hurt the mortals he's always found endlessly fascinating. So avoidance is better.
Which is why he's flying as fast as he can over mountains no large dragon has been seen coming over in ages, sending the Observatorium into a panic.
No wait. Back up.
It starts with a pretty girl in snow, because when does it ever not, but it more specifically starts with a pretty girl sending a distress call through an ancient communication device. It just so happens that he happens to be a particularly large fan of this pretty girl in
He has forms that others would take less note of, but all of them move too slowly, so he's winging quickly down out of the mountains of Ishgard into the flatter lands and forests beyond and then, quite quickly, straight for the deserts of Uldah. Divorced from the crystal that serves as communication, he can send no word of his coming, but he's not thinking particularly clearly or hard about that. Pahja is in trouble and he's going to fix it. He can figure out the particulars later.
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Date: 2021-07-07 05:01 am (UTC)But that doesn't matter now. The Scions are gone; it's just her and Tataru and Alphinaud and no place to go, no one to turn to -- for the first time in a long time she feels lost, she feels the weight and pressure of their hopes crushing her down into the ground.
She feels helpless, knows the others are looking to her for guidance. Pahja wants to tell them she's just an adventurer, she was only wandering into Gridania for the first time barely six months ago, she doesn't know, she doesn't have all the answers, stop expecting her to!
It would only make the situation worse.
It's then that she remembers the item Haurchefant hand left with her, heavy in her pocket. And suddenly the world has a sense of rightness again, a plan forming in her head as she activates it, standing in the sands of Uldah and waiting while Pippin and Alphinaud look worriedly on, between her and the gleaming city in the background.
Pahja doesn't have to wait long, and brightens up the moment she sees the darker shadow in the sky. "There!" She says, although that doesn't help soothe the panic her companions are feeling.
It doesn't matter, because as soon as he touches the ground Pahja is running towards him. "Harchefaunt!" And maybe throwing her arms open to wrap the nearest part of him she can reach in a hug is overkill and liable to send her companions panicking further, but she doesn't care. He came, he came, and they're finally going to get away.
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Date: 2022-07-04 04:00 pm (UTC)They do escape being landed on or flicked out of the way or buried in the sand, though and he protectively curls around the tiny creature trying to hug him, head curving down to butt at her gently, though it likely nearly sends her off her feet all the same.
"My dearest Pahja. Whatever is the trouble?" Every instinct tells him to just sweep her up into the sky and run away with her, hoard her, but he does know enough about mortals to know that's generally frowned upon and even if he's spared no attention to her friends in these first moments, he's not unaware of them.
She can also still feel that he is tense against her, civil tone not quite betraying his anxiety at being summoned like this. He knows this isn't a social visit, whatever the words might say.