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[attr="class","ayab-text"] "That sounds almost similar to another race I know of--the guardians of a placed called Cosmo Canyon. They're quadrupeds that resemble a lion almost, but they are quite sentient and long-lived," Ifalna explained, brow furrowing as she attempted to remember their name. The young woman could remember Hojo mentioning such a race when on one of his rants regarding the preservation of such precious life. A chill settled within the base of her spine as she thought of the insane scientist. The continued aches and scars upon her body were because of him and she doubted she would ever truly be the woman she had been before being captured. Some scars were far deeper than any physical ones that lingered--and much more difficult to heal as well. [break][break]
Should she be worried that Yugiri was so adamant about having someone to serve? Ifalna was trying her best to understand such a notion, but it was a culture and belief far different from her own. ...or was it, truly? Did her own people not serve the planet as caretakers to her will? Perhaps it was not such an unfamiliar motive to her after all. "Thank you." Was more could she even say? Ifalna had been quite blessed to awaken in this world and have someone so quickly come to her aid and continue to do so. Smiling in slight victory, she happily pulled Yugiri onto the bed and arrange her into a comfortable position. She had often done so with Aerith when her bundle of energy could simply not stay still. [break][break]
"That's alright. As long as you don't mind nightmares." Her smile was a wan one as she considered how she had learned to silently scream in her sleep as to not awaken her daughter. Ifalna had refused to add more fear into her daughter's life with her own pain and sorrow. Perhaps she would be able to learn how to sleep peacefully with more time and knowing that this was not a dream. "I would like that, Yugiri. Tell me everything and anything that you'd like." Reaching out, she began to idly brush her fingers through Yugiri's hair as she hummed a soft lullaby. [break][break]
[attr="class","ayab-text"] "I've never been to Wutai myself, but I believe that they do," Ifalna stated with a somewhat furrowed brow. They had held enough pride in themselves to fight back against Shinra to the point of a truce. That was certainly not something to overlook or frown upon. "Hmm, humans in my world share a similar appearance to myself, but our differences lie in the spiritual connection we held with our star. The Cetra were the caretakers of the planet until a calamity took place that nearly wiped my people out. Over time my people were never able to fully recover their numbers until I was the last one--and my daughter, too." The diversity in her world was not as readily apparent as it seemed to be for Yugiri and her home. There were certainly other sentient beings upon Gaia, but Ifalna had not had the pleasure to meet them herself after she had been captured. [break][break]
A laugh bubbled against her lips as Yugiri resisted her attempts to get her to rest. She should have realized that sleeping in such armor would not be the most comfortable thing to do, so she sat back up and twined her fingers together to rest her hands upon her lap. In politeness, Ifalna cast her gaze to a corner of the room to give the shinobi some sort of privacy. It was also rude to stare no matter her curiosity in how much those pearlescent scales covered the younger woman. Once she seemed to be finished undressing, Ifalna looked back to Yugiri with a tilt of her head at the unexpected chuckle. Was what she said truly so difficult to imagine? Perhaps it was for someone so dedicated in serving another. [break][break]
Her words died against her lips as Yugiri revealed some more of her history and she felt unsure of what reassurances she could even offer. It took time for someone to step past the mold they had created for themselves--whether out of necessity or from being born into it. It seemed that for Yugiri it was because of both. Ifalna watched with a wide-eyed gaze as the shinobi suddenly knelt before her with her dagger proffered to her as some sort of offering. The pleading words felt like a crack to her heart in the face of a woman who knew only to serve others and perhaps not herself. For a few moments, all the young mother could manage was silence as she tried to piece together her emotions and thoughts at this solemn vow placed before her. [break][break]
"Okay," Ifalna said simply, leaning forward to place both of her hands upon Yugiri's shoulders. "If this is what you really want, then I won't say no. Please, don't look at me as your superior or someone you need to serve without thought. I'd welcome any words and thoughts you want to share with me without permission or worry." This was not something she had ever anticipated, nor was she quite sure what to do with someone that wished to serve her. No, she did not quite like that word. A bodyguard, perhaps? Ifalna had an easier time agreeing if she thought of Yugiri as simply a friend helping her, which was still true.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] The tail around her waist was a comforting gesture that Ifalna appreciated. Her appearance truly was striking as her world was populated mostly by humans. Her pearl-hued scales really were lovely to look at especially as the sunlight hit them at a certain angle. Humming idly, she listed as Yugiri opened more of her inner emotions as thoughts. "It's difficult to slow yourself down when there's so much you wish to accomplish. My thoughts of Aerith are never far from my mind, but I have to remind myself she needs me at my best after spending so much of her life in poor health." Her daughter had deserved so much more than the life she had experienced even as she had done her best to keep Aerith's spirits up and her mind filled with all the dazzling adventures they would one day have. [break][break]
"In my world, we have shinobi as well. They hail from the nation of Wutai and hold their honor very preciously," Ifalna mused as she tried to remember everything she had learned about the far-off country. It was most likely not complete same as it was in Yugiri's world, but the concept sounded similar enough. "No one in this world is without flaw or fault, and there's no inherent shame in that. Our mistakes...shape who we are and the decisions we want to make going forward. Each day is a new one to start again no matter how difficult it may feel." Reaching forward, Ifalna would grasp both of Yugiri's hands within her own to help steady them. Her smile was a gentle one as her friend worried about being a burden or somehow failing her. She somewhat doubted Yugiri would be able to fail anyone purposely. [break][break]
Another soft hum escaped her before she pulled the younger woman onto the bed to lay down with her. It was certainly large enough to rest them both and she was not one to toss her turn in her sleep. "In this world be your own master, Yugiri. Find a purpose for yourself that makes you happy. It's a hard thing to find for anyone, but you should live your life for yourself, too." Her own purpose had become raising her daughter to the best of her abilities in spite of the captive life they had lead. Continuing to smile, Ifalna brushed back the strands of Yugiri's hair in a motherly fashion.
[attr="class","ayab-text"]Ifalna smiled just a little sheepishly as Yugiri called her out far too easily on her strained attempts at exercising. Bedrest truly was her best option right now but she needed to move and push herself just a little so her muscles would not regress even more than they had. The adrenaline that had aided her in her escape from Shinra had truly drained what strength had remained to her without the aid of a wheelchair or the painkillers that had been secreted to her by Faz. Her stubborn streak was renewing itself the longer she remained in this room, but she could see how tired Yugiri was as well. It was unfair of her to take the bed so entirely as it left her new friend with only a chair to rest in. "I understand. My recovery will be a slow one, but I do need to strengthen my muscles after I spent so long in that....place. I do not wish to burden you more than I already have." [break][break]
Disappointment bloomed within her chest as Yugiri explained the false lead that had been given to her. There was more to the story as the younger woman shifted in ways that hinted at a stiff, bruised body. Ifalna would certainly know as she had often masked such pain herself whenever she was brought back to the room she had shared with Aerith. Raising her hand, she relied on the materia in her possession to heal whatever injuries Yugiri had sustained. She did not have the energy within herself to cast the magic without aid just yet. Soon she would do her best to regain control over her abilities without this weakness plaguing her body. "You should take your own advice, you know," she teased with a light smile. [break][break]
Yugiri had been pushing herself on her behalf, and she did not wish for her to exhaust herself so entirely if Aerith was not even in this city. It pained her to even acknowledge that fact, but Ifalna would not take advantage of more of Yugiri's kindness. "Please, you have done enough for now. Stay and rest yourself. As you said, we must work at it slowly no matter how much it pains us to admit otherwise." Reaching up, she rested her hand upon Yugiri's shoulder with another reassuring smile. Her sense of urgency to find Aerith burned within her so constantly that it haunted her each and every thought. What if her little girl as lost and alone? What if she had been unable to find a kind soul as her mother had? What if she was crying for her to come find her? Ifalna took a moment to swallow down the fear and guilt that threatened to overwhelm her as she took another steadying breath. [break][break]
"All things will fall into place as they should. We just need to be patient and take one step forward at a time." The advice was to herself as much as it was for Yugiri to hear as well. Poor Arashi no doubt needed a rest as well. Even Ifalna would find it quite difficult to ignore the presence of the large bird that seemed to serve as the shinobi's familiar.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] The past couple of days had been uneventful as sleep pulled Ifalna into it's healing embrace. All she had been able to wake for was food to keep up her strength and a much needed bath to aid the soreness of her muscles and to cleanse herself. Yugiri had truly been a welcome presence in aiding in her recovery, and Ifalna wished she was able to do more. Her green eyes parted open to greet the midmorning sun with a soft sigh. Rest was important to regain her strength, but she knew she needed to gain back stability within her muscles. There had been so much of her time spent in a wheelchair from the pain of the experiments placed upon her before being delivered back into a bed with no chance to recuperate before everything would start once more. The warmth and security of the blankets was such a security when she knew no one awaited her outside of the room to bring her back to that cold, dark laboratory. [break][break]
Shifting herself up, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed before reaching out towards the nightstand. Within the small, richly embroidered pouch sat the White Materia. It swirled gently with the knowledge of the Ancients as she peered inside to reassure herself that once more she was awake and that she had not passed on this burden to Aerith so soon. Worried flared within her heart as she thought of her daughter possibly out within this city of the world all alone. She took a moment to inhale deeply before exhaling the worries out with the next breath. Ifalna could not allow herself to dwell on such negative thoughts or the sorrow truly would drown her within it's waves. Her daughter needed her to regain her strength so she could be the proper mother Aerith had always needed--not the shadow of a woman too weak to keep Aerith truly safe. [break][break]
Tying the pouch back up, Ifalna set it to the side before gingerly rising to her feet. Her legs wavered beneath her for a moment, but she managed to push herself forward with a few ginger steps. Time was not a luxury she had to recover fully so she needed to do her best to push herself to the limits her body would allow her. One foot in front of the other as she walked around the small inn room at least three times before collapsing back onto the bed. The simple motion of just walking nearly took all of her energy as she took the time to regain her breath. The sound of the door opening had Ifalna lifting her gaze to seek out Yugiri. "Good morning, Yugiri."
[attr="class","ayab-text"] The animosity ran too deeply to simply be cast away. Ifalna believed she could understand that sentiment quite well from her years of capture beneath Shinra's thumb. No doubt there were good people that worked for the company that were ignorant of their true intentions, but she did not believe herself capable of ever truly trusting someone from that horrid place. One man in particular made her heart twist in fear and her mind race: Professor Hojo. If she never saw him again, then she would live a truly contented life. May the man never find the rest he would have received should his spirit enter the lifestream. All she could hope was that the planet would reject such a horrible man as some knowledge was best left to die with the holder of it. Shaking away her thoughts, Ifalna smiled at Yugiri once more as she squeezed her arm in reassurance. [break][break]
"We all fall prey to moments of weakness and doubt. It's what makes us human after all. You made the choice to help someone instead of following your desire for vengeance," she spoke gently. This Lord Hien obviously meant much to the younger woman with how highly she spoke of him and of her loyalty in following such a man. "I'm flattered you compare me to someone you hold in such high esteem. Please have hope that you'll see your lord again. In the meantime, I hope you're okay with my company as I don't think I'll be traveling much on my own for awhile." A light laugh and brightened green eyes as Yugiri once more promised to help her search for her daughter. Oh, how she wished to tell Yugiri to not go to any more trouble on her behalf, but Ifalna would be selfish in taking this offered help to seek out Aerith. Her little girl needed her mother to be strong, which would not happen without rest first. [break][break]
The room that awaited them was simple in design and it was perhaps the most beautiful thing she had seen in such a long time. Somewhere quiet and peaceful without the threat of Hojo summoning her for another day of tortured experiments. Needles digging into her skin as he took a scalpel to her scarred arms or legs to bring forth more pain in order to get her to tell him what he wanted. Ifalna had never said a single word nor had she given him the pleasure of hearing her scream. Empty promises of allowing the pain to end if only she told them what Shinra wished to know, but she would die before she would ever lead them to what they believed the Promised Land to be. The memories haunted her for a few moments before she shook her head to right herself to this new reality of hers now. [break][break]
"Thank you so much." Tears burned at her eyes at such forthright kindness that she took both of Yugiri's hands within her own. "You're doing more for me than I have any right to ask, and I won't forget this." Gingerly, Ifalna made her way to the bed as she slid off her shoes to rest upon bed without worrying about what would happen when she opened her eyes once more. Perhaps this sleep would come more peacefully to her for the first time in the past several years.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] It seemed there were no more words to be had as Yugiri was receptive to the words Ifalna spoke. She did her best not to visibly slump in relief that the possible altercation was averted, but there was an ease as she relaxed her stance and let herself be lead forward by the shorter woman. For some reason, she had a feeling that this Solus would seek her out. Her senses had been dulled over the years from the experiments she had endured but she could still sense the shift in his emotions. It was not information she would have voluntarily given under normal circumstances--these were not normal circumstances, though. Her words had been enough to calm Yugiri and that was what mattered to her. Ifalna would keep her secrets more closely guarded once she had regained her strength. Perhaps the shock of being delivered to entirely different world without the flow of a lifestream would settle upon her soon as well. [break][break]
As of now, Ifalna allowed herself the joy of the blissful silence of not hearing the pained cries from the planet. It felt like blasphemy to think of such a thing, but she was sure the silence would allow her an easier time in recovering. "There is nothing to forgive, Yugiri." It had been a moment of high emotion the younger woman had been able to come down from. A sudden flare of magic brushed against her senses, and Ifalna knew that this Solus had gone with their attention no longer upon him. It seemed he had done his good deed and decided that now was the time to exit. A boon given the tenseness Yugiri still held closely to her, so she would not mention he had departed. It was often easier to focus on the plight of another to distract oneself from their own heightened feelings. [break][break]
"Thank you, Yugiri, for coming to my aid and helping me search for my daughter. I know she has to be here somewhere--I just know it," Ifalna spoke softly. Call it a mother's intuition? Or the fact that she knew Aerith's presence down to her very bones. Her little girl had been her sole reason for living these last seven years and that would not change now.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] From one catastrophe into the next seemed to be Ifalna's fate at present. Even if she had been at her peak health, she would not consider herself a fighter by any means. The term of Garlean meant nothing to her, but she could not help herself from flinching at the term full-blood. How much had she suffered because of her status as the last pureblooded Ancient left? Quickly shaking her head, she maneuvered herself to stand in front of Yugiri as she placed both of her hands upon the shorter woman's shoulders. It was quite obvious this man held the disdain of this young woman before her for very sound reasons. All-the-same, Ifalna could not in good conscience allow a fight to break out when he had healed her and they were in the middle of a city full of innocent people. "I understand, Yugiri. I truly do," she said softly. Her people had suffered without end over the centuries until she had been the only one left and still she suffered because of the selfishness and depravity of others. [break][break]
"Back in my world, I am the last of the pureblooded Ancients--the Cetra as we called ourselves. I was taken and held against my will for years because they wanted to exploit me for my powers. I endured to keep my daughter safe." The words were somewhat rushed and still somewhat breathless as she kept her eyes solely upon Yugiri. The man's words behind her were hardly doing him any favors if he could act so flippantly in the face of another's pain. "Please, stay your anger and recognize where we are. In a city full of innocent people with no knowledge of this history between you both." Smiling gently, she slid her arms back to grasp one of Yugiri's hands with both of her own. It had been so long since she had admitted any of her secrets so easily, but she would do so if it meant staying the younger woman's hand. This Solus seemed disinterested at best with how little regard he gave to Yugiri, which would only serve to incense her further. [break][break]
"Please, Solus, have a care for the pain of someone else. We all have our burdens to carry, but they shouldn't be brushed aside as if they meant nothing," Ifalna chided gently, casting a glance over her shoulder at the man. Her gratitude was still palpable, but she wished to keep this situation as peaceful as possible. From what she could sense of the man, he held quite a vast amount of power at his fingertips and his wielding of magic was quite precise. The ability to manifest and control from one's own body without the aid of materia was something only her people had been capable of doing. Looking back to Yugiri, Ifalna easily slid her arm through the shinobi's to hold close against her body and to lean against the shorter woman with purpose. There was simply very little strength left to her even with the aid of magic and she needed to rest in order to regain her strength to search for Aerith. [break][break]
[attr="class","ayab-text"] Ifalna tried her best not to learn her entire weight upon the shorter woman as her arm was brought around those slim shoulders. It seemed to her that the man before her recognized this woman, or at least of the strange titles and patron she spoke of. Shinobi were not unknown to her entirely as Wutai had been a nation that had employed such forces during the war. Her knowledge went little beyond that, but Ifalna was quite sure this woman did not come from Wutai with such a distinct appearance. No, she was from another world entirely, which was still quite a lot for her to wrap her mind around. Perhaps her horrid condition was a minor blessing as she was not overwhelmed with a sense of culture shock when there were more important matters for her to consider. "Ifalna. My name is Ifalna," she spoke softly. How long had it been since anyone had cared to know her name? [break][break]
Yugiri's kind words did settle her nerves somewhat as the concern shown to her was more than she had received in the last seven years of her life. Only her daughter had ever shown concern for her depleting strength, but that was not something she had ever shown to Aerith purposely. All of her pain and traumas had been hidden behind her tales of adventure and the stories of her people that had been given to her by her own mother. Oh, how that seemed to be an entirely different lifetime the more she allowed herself to linger upon such bittersweet thoughts. Ifalna felt a sudden swirl of energy that was not quite unlike that of the magic she had once been able to wield before being taken to Midgar. There did not seem to be any ill intent with it as she felt the worst frays of her injuries begin to ravel back together. An ease to the ache within her chest as the blood within her throat ebbed away to only remain of the bitter taste upon her tongue. [break][break]
Her limbs still felt heavy and the years of abuse she had suffered would not disappear so suddenly. No, such experiments that had been done to her would not fade completely from her physical body for quite some time, nor did she believe the mental wounds left behind would ever truly leave her. The ease with which she took her next breath had her laughing unexpectedly. When had she last been able to breathe without a cough soon rattling in her lungs and blood upon her lips? When had she last been able to laugh at the simple joy in being able to stand on her own? Ifalna did not chance allowing herself to remove herself from Yugiri entirely, but she had enough strength to turn back and look to the man with a radiant smile and gratitude shining within her green eyes. "Thank you." If she had enough time to heal and rest, then she would be able to look for Aerith within this unknown world. Her daughter had to be here--she knew it within the depths of her soul. [break][break]
"Your control over such a spell is not often seen in my world." An idle observation that sparked an inquisitive expression to cross her features, but Ifalna knew it was not her place to pry. He had done more than she had expected or had a right to. That was more than enough as it gave her the chance to recover in full. [break][break]
[attr="class","ayab-text"] Ifalna barely had the elegance Hojo would compliment her with to remain standing, she continued to do so through sheer strength of will. Her senses were dulled from the pain wracking her body as she fought the urge to simply sink forth into the welcoming darkness that edged at the corner of her eyes. The years of physical abuse her body had gone through were quickly catching up to her the longer she pushed herself forward. The young woman turned her head to the side as a very unfamiliar figure soon appeared by her side as if by divine providence, or perhaps there were those that still cared for the wellbeing of their fellow kind. Lurching forward, Ifalna grasped the arm of the strange-looking woman with one purpose in mind: "H-have you seen a little girl? She has my hair and eyes with a green ribbon in her hair." [break][break]
This woman's concern was touching and brought forth a light of hope within her. Perhaps her daughter had found a kind stranger to look after her as well? Ifalna had to believe that Aerith had been brought here as well or all of the pain she had gone through would mean nothing in the end. If she knew that her little girl was safe, then she could pass out without regret. The blood around her mouth was soon cleaned, but Ifalna could not help the next coughing fit that wracked her body regardless. Blood bubbled again, but she swallowed it back down with a stubborn twist of her lips. Death would not have her until she knew Aerith was safe, or at least had an idea on what she needed to do. [break][break]
Soon enough another deigned to join this odd duo as Ifalna turned her gaze to a rather striking man. Groceries in his hand and looking at them as nonchalantly as if she did not stand at death's door before him. Regardless of his insensitive words, Ifalna felt the need to defend the woman tending to her as best as she could. "I am no one's mark to have anymore. She aided me when most others wouldn't have." Her words were labored and breathless--leaning against this strange woman as her body began to give out on her once more. "Please, I need to find my daughter." Ifalna felt the broken record her words were becoming as desperation flooded her veins and caused her heart to race wearily within her chest. Nothing else mattered--not even herself. [break][break]