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Gleaner Aymeric

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"...Aye, many will until the end of their days." Peace, joy, community; it was rather worth fighting through the worst history had to throw at them just to glimpse such a thing. Some of whom had fought would likely not experience it for themselves, but their sacrifice of any variety was forever appreciated, even if the history books forgot them, even if their plight was not committed to ink and parchment.

"...With the amount of re-writing currently going on throughout the city, I'd imagine some details will be long lost. But such will live on so long as there are people of whom remain that recall - - but some things? Are perhaps best left forgotten."

Kiara listened as she watched the various people in the streets go about their peaceful business. These were the moments that reminded her of the reason she fought. Those smiles, the peaceful atmosphere, the happy families, she would do anything to preserve that.

"I'm glad to enjoy the peaceful moments, the history books may not recall them, but I will." She smiled softly as she saw some kids playing a game.

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"...Woe." Aymeric turns to company, his expression most certainly not of pity but it did hold an edge of concern, most specifically in the pale of his eyes. He never wished to lie and thus he had offered his genuine answer; arms folded tightly across his chest to retain some warmth as snow continued to fall from the heavens. "That being said - - one never knows who they are to come across on the roads, what memories might unfold just around the corner."

He briefly brushes snow from dark hair, eyes turning toward the beauteous warmth of the Congregation just up the steps and within but a heartbeat did the wish to slink within grow within his mind.

"So why not join me for a cup of hot chocolate?" Aymeric smiles, ever gentle; "In the grand scheme of things, it'll likely mean naught - - but sometimes, a moment of peace and a nice beverage can battle back the darkness. For a time."

The normally-bitter cold of Coerthas felt nice for once, if only because it offered a cool relief to the aching bruise that was forming on the left side of Xadai's face. He was calm now, arms crossed as he looked over the horizon and silently cursed that he was stuck in this grey hellscape. He was certain that the Lord Commander had heard about what had transpired maybe a bell or two ago: Some drunken idiot had been spouting hateful comments directed at the Xaela man that had been frequenting the Forgotten Knight. Xadai barely knew the man, and normally he wouldn't care about business that wasn't his own.

It was only when the man had turned his attention to Xadai himself, and instead of taking it silently like the other had, he instead opted to getting a rise out of the man. The elezen had swung first, Xadai had swung last. It was only testament from other patrons that enabled Xadai to walk free instead of spending the night in gaol for assault.

"...And what happens in your mind when someone doesn't have those little memories to cling to?" He asks, humoring the man for the moment, despite having little interest in his platitudes.

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"Only in the briefest of mentions - -as he is wont to do with everything." Truly, finding a letter 'pon his desk from the dragoon always brightened Aymeric's mood, but alas--- Estinien did lack on almost every detail and each missive was but only a paragraph at the very most. Truly, he missed his dearest companion and while the commander would very much like to both see him and hear from him more, he knew the other was as free as the very wind.

"--but I cannot lie - - I have asked about your wellbeing within my replies. Naturally." He only hoped it wouldn't be taken as an intervention of privacy in some manner. He intended no such maliciousness - - only housing concern and, indeed, curiosity. What had the great warrior been up to since the end of days had been diverted? All ought be excused for their curiosities toward such. "It is... good to hear you have been well. Estinien always wrote that you were 'fine'. And naught more."

The question posed is one he meets with his usual smile, but Aymeric had changed much since the end of the war, much with the newfound weights upon his shoulders, much since the diversion of world-wide catastrophe. With each happening did he grow another layer of something; and though outwardly he was but his usual self to most of those within the city, inwardly he wasn't the same. Nobody would be after all of that.

"I am always tired." He admits, owing Kehda truth, regardless of how he mentally gripped tightly to the metaphorical mask he wore. "... but I am about as well as I can be. You truly needn't worry. Naught dire has happened during your absence." Which was to say, he hadn't fallen apart just yet, but it was always on the cards. How he had lasted as long as he had... with no relief? 'T was a wonder he was yet functional.

"I hear the heat is good for old war wounds" He subtly changes the subject, leaning back in his seat; "Perhaps I ought briefly visit sometime."

          ❝  writin' about me, is he ?  ❞    perhaps it would be cruel to confront estinien about such small matters, knowing it meant nothing.  yet who was kehda if not someone who enjoyed a tease here or there ?  her ears flick atop her head, ridding themselves of the snow that clings to them.  ever the same, coerthas was.  yet it was that familiarity that always was a balm to kehda's tired soul.    

❝  .. or is it that you're the one askin' about me ?  ❞   lips curve upward in a smile, playful yet taunting,   ❝  i ventured much of tural.  tuliyollal has some delicious food  --  tacos, if ye must know.  they've been spoilin' me rotten an' i've been on my best behavior.  ❞   

          she found a seat, one leg kicking over the other lazily as she leaned forward.  it was a common sight to see aymeric sat behind a desk, or with far too much paperwork  --  yet kehda would always worry.      ❝  ye know ..  ❞   the precursor to what could easily become a lecture.   she doesn't try and conceal the concern that slips into her tone as she looks him over,  ❝  ye look tired.  you're makin' sure to take care of yourself ?  ❞

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"A person oft meets their destiny on the road they took to avoid it." Aymeric mused quietly over the rim of his teacup, the weight of eyelids currently closed to the view of snowfall just beyond the window he stands beside.

"... as is the way of fate, I do suppose." Finally does he raise his gaze and turns it towards company with a small smile; "I ought ask, instead, what bought you here to visit today, my friend-?"

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@warriorcfflame || 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝔻 for a 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ

"History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man." Eyes of blue remain fixated forward, the view of the highlands clear that morning. No snows fell from the heavens, no clouds filled the sky; 't was lively on the streets of Ishgard with children playing and folk heading about on their business, no longer overwhelmed by war or difficulty.

"... 't is little wonder history always appears so dark when read, because memories are oft bleak. 'T is easier to recall the great awful happenings than it is to recall the dainty happy moments... but let us try and not allow the history of this moment to be overshadowed by vulgarity."

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@queen0fkingss || 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝔻 for a 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ

"My mother... she used to always say one thing to me when I was in a state of confusion or distress. She used to tell me 'Aymeric, we do not remember whole days, we always remember moments'." He takes pause, long enough to truly admire the view from the end of the Last Vigil, the falling snow light and currently not obstructing the highland landscape before them.

"Try not to let the difficulties of one day overshadow those precious moments. In time of difficulty, they become all we have." From tone of voice alone, it sounded as if Aymeric spoke from a place of experience. He held on to small things to keep him going, little quote he recalled loved ones saying, dainty memories that spanned not very long at all - - - because when all around him seemed dark and insurmountable, they somehow gave him strength. Even now-

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"...only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go-" 'T is clear in Aymeric's poise that he is in a reflective mood, the trials and tribulations of the past playing 'pon his mind. "Sometimes, it is worth the risk and sometimes... sometimes the cost is simply too high." But by then... 't was always too late.

"The festival of remembrance is close - just a few more days until the sermons begin in the Vault for those looking for spiritual guidance. Perhaps I am long overdue attending." A pause, brief, as his consciousness catches up with the moment as opposed to lingering 'pon the past; "How have you been holding up, my friend?"

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