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Hope for finding his friend... There was always hope no matter how dark or grave things appeared. "I believe there is," she agreed softly, her thoughts focusing for a moment on the divines. There was a passive sort of prayer sent up, the Oracle resolute in the Astrals' ability to guide Ignis where he needed to be to see his friend again--safe and sound.
Somehow, Ignis had placed Aera's name to importance for someone named Noct, though Aera herself had no knowledge of him. Of course, she wouldn't say this, and she certainly wouldn't make light of what fragile scraps of memory the man was still able to piece together. As for blonde and white patterns? That was right on the mark.
"My family tree shared those qualities," she said. "I'm blonde, as are many of House Fleuret. Shared are the customs that I'm certain were passed down long after...I...died..." The words became whispers, and she refocused on the task at hand, trying not to dwell on it.
Ignis's question about time had her wondering if he was asking about her personal history or about the general era she'd grown up in. Perhaps the latter? "Things were simpler," she said. "We didn't have the same technology that I've seen in this world. It's fascinating but a little frightening, sometimes. I remember horses, and beautiful fields, and steel glaives wrought with beautiful craftsmanship..." She smiled warmly at the wellspring of detail coming to her now.
"I would venture that you grew up in a more advanced environ," she said. "What was your city like? Its people?" She was curious to know his circumstances, but maybe thinking more closely on his everyday life would help shake loose a memory or two surrounding the friend that was so central in Ignis's concerns?
He was … right? Those vague memories, fleeting as quickly as birds disturbed by the movement of steps, had been accurate. Ignis may very well have stood there, stunned and still as stone, if he had been alone. It was the first time he’d recalled something that was just beyond his grasp, slipping through his fingers like water in a stream. Perhaps his memory was coming back to him, slowly, but surely. Ignis drew in a deep breath, letting the scent of soft earth ground him back into reality, to keep his head out of the clouds.
There was still a rather disturbing situation at hand here, was there not? Lady Aera clearly seemed to be from a time far before his own. She mentioned dying. Could Aera have known she was dead? Did she remember it? How confusing and awful it must be, to be plucked from a time before machinery and technology and placed in this world. Sure, Ignis couldn’t see the world he was living in, but it felt familiar enough.
Did she feel childlike wonder, at seeing her first advanced piece of technology? Or fear?
Ignis set down his found roots on the path, knowing Aera would be able to see them there. He headed back into the brush, ready to busy his hands to keep his mind from wandering too far as he contemplated the various thoughts rushing through his mind. The knowledge that people from the same world, but different points in time in that world, were now sharing the same, unknown land was … A lot, to take in. Then, the subtle irony -- he could have been plucked from any moment in time, yet he was pulled from the moment he was terribly injured and blinded. How lovely.
On the upside, at least Aera spoke warmly of what she remembered. It sounded very near and dear to her. Familiar as well; he could picture wide open plains and see the carefully crafted weapons of he and his friends clearly. Wait, friends … ? Ignis frowned, milling about the grass as he half-heartedly searched for more roots to pluck. Right, he had friends other than Noct. Of course he did.
"I would venture that you grew up in a more advanced environ. What was your city like? Its people?"
“Ah, Insomnia,” Ignis spoke, a touch of fondness in his voice. Of course he remembered the crown city in all of its glory, though he could not picture its people. “The crown city is highly developed. I spent most of my time in the Citadel, tending to my duties to best serve Noct. I was his retainer, you see,” he spoke of it proudly, recalling the adoration he had for his assigned role. Something he’d been training for ever since he was a boy himself. Tending to his best friend in every way, from knowing all of the ins and outs of current politics to perfecting his favorite meals.
The blonde paused, furrowing his brows, “It may be hard to comprehend, but … There were buildings, so tall and wide everywhere you looked. Roads with cars, sidewalks always busy with people out and about on their daily activities. The city was so very vast, it took quite some time to get from one end to the other. The Citadel itself seemed almost endless in both height and rooms, always abuzz with activity. How I managed to be everywhere I needed to all in one day is beyond me, now. The city it self was protected by a magical barrier created by the King with help from the Crystal.”
He could see Noct standing outside of school, waiting for Ignis to collect him and take him back to his apartment, clearly unimpressed with the amount of homework he had due. He could see the inside of Noct’s apartment, spotless only because of his own intervention. He could almost remember daily spars with someone … the face fleeting, but the feeling of being thrown to his back was not.
“When we left the city, however, I do remember the open plains. Creatures of all sorts visible, even from the highway. The world was … wondrous.”
But its too late, to go back. I can see the darkness, through the cracks. Daylight fading, I curse the breaking. The day is gone.
He'd served as a retainer? "A noble duty, then," she said warmly. The way that Ignis described the crown city was just beautiful. Maybe if she'd lived in his era, the technology spread throughout Zephon wouldn't have come as such a surprise on occasion. But it all sounded beautiful. Was the Citadel truly so mammoth? And there'd been a barrier around the entire city?
"That sounds so sophisticated," she remarked, feeling a mild awe at his recounting of the scenery. She had no trouble envisioning what he meant by "creatures" as her own time knew its share of animals and daemons. "I traveled quite a bit, in my time. I was fortunate in seeing much of the world in my journeys--all kinds of places and all kinds of animals. I studied archaeology, as well, and spent a great deal of time out in nature and around old ruins. I feel a special connection to old buildings and structures of times passed."
Aera placed her newest batch of roots into her basket and gathered up the ones that Ignis had procured. "Have you traveled much here?" she would ask after some time had passed. "Are there places you would recommend over others?" Of course, she meant this broadly and not just based on appearances, for obvious reasons. It was likely that they had both explored different corners of the world since ending up here. Likewise, she had her own well of knowledge on places she preferred, though regrettably she'd not explored terribly far from the main roads and cities just yet.
Ah, archaeology! Now, who was the more sophisticated? Ignis had an appreciation for old ruins and the scope and scale of a land in its past. He could picture various ruins, if he thought hard enough about them. Temples where ancient kings lie, waiting. He’d studied quite a range of historical subjects while growing up in the citadel, but that knowledge from other lands had been somewhat limited. He briefly wondered if he and Lady Aera had laid eyes on the same thing once before -- new in her time, and a relic in his own.
The thought was beyond fascinating. If they had the time and effort, Ignis was sure they could draw a picture of the world as they had both known it. But, perhaps, that would need to be saved for another time. It would be rude to gush about such a thing while he was helping her with her chore.
“Archaeology is quite fascinating,” Ignis acknowledged Aera’s words while he found another root, pushing his glasses up with his less dirtied hand as they attempted to slip from his nose, “I can only imagine the things you have seen.”
They worked once more in a comfortable silence, the sounds of rustling grass and shifting dirt mingling with the chorus of nature surrounding them. Ignis focused on the task at hand with a dutiful fervor, satisfied to simply put his mind to something. As he found another root, Aera broke their silence. Traveling? He hadn’t, of course, having spent most of his time healing up in the city after he’d been found. However, Ignis had taken plenty of time to grill others about the world around them. Information and knowledge were his greatest assets.
“I’m afraid I haven’t personally left the area yet,” Ignis admitted, his voice burdened by a shame he knew was undeserved, “But, I have asked many questions about the land to others. Perhaps that could be of some use?”
Stepping carefully back to the road, Ignis set down his newest load of roots as he considered everything he’d been told about the continent they’d been forced to call home.
“We’re in the city of Provo,” he began, gesturing somewhat with his hands as he spoke, “Which is centered between the two others greater powers of this continent; Sonora, to the east, and Torensten, to the south. Provo is the main trading hub between the two. All I’ve heard about Sonora is that it is rather cold and the streets are much less friendly. Torensten is near the sea, and has apparently seen its fair share of hurt recently.”
The words people spoke to him didn’t quite make much sense -- dragons, destroyed cities, heroes. It was fairly all gibberish to someone who had only been in the world for a few days and couldn’t see any of the evidence.
“There were a couple of interesting places no one has truly elaborated much on,” Ignis continued, wandering back off of the path and into the grasses, cursing very softly as a shrub branch snagged the ankle of his pants, “A … Crystallus Divider, and the World Sight. No one I’ve spoken to seems to know much about them, other than telling me to keep away from the Sight. The Divider seems to be a place for religious fanatics.”
And yet, the Crystal felt important to him. As if he needed to see on his own, that it wasn’t the one he’d been thinking of.
“My apologies. I wish I could give you more information.”
But its too late, to go back. I can see the darkness, through the cracks. Daylight fading, I curse the breaking. The day is gone.
Fascinating, indeed. It was such a joy to know another whose heart lit up at the prospect of studying civilizations past. She'd seen much in her own time--plenty yet in this one, too, though there was always more to see and learn.
Ignis offered information about the area relayed to him from others. "Sure," she said, again with a gentle, reflexive nod despite his inability to see the gesture. Any intelligence was helpful and would aid her travels. She didn't blame Ignis at all for having not left the area yet. They'd both been spirited into unknown lands and he was not as suited to reckless charges of exploration.
Provo she knew of and was slowly learning about in the little time she'd spent here. She'd not been to Torensten just yet, but Sonora? That'd been her introduction to the world. Saying the streets were "less friendly" was a generous claim. Aera had gotten her share of unsavory looks and inquiries during her first few days there. What she really wished to do was visit the coast and admire the ocean. Would it look the same here as it did back home?
The Divider and Sight were news to her. What was at the Sight to warrant he stay away? Despite all his effort to get her up to speed, though, Ignis yet felt his answer wasn't sufficient. Aera shook her head. "No, no, that's incredibly helpful! You're much more acquainted with these things than I am. I appreciate it very much." She placed another batch of roots into the basket. Her haul was nearly complete.
"How much quicker this goes, with another," she mused. "I only wish there was some way I could repay you for your help. And your insight." Not every stranger on the roads was so kind nor generous.
"Where will you go from here?" she asked. "Or do you plan to remain in Provo for a while?"
A way to repay him? If only she knew how much she already had -- by giving him some inkling of home, and friendly conversation he had so sorely missed. Ignis looked to the distance, where he could detect the faintest light through his sightless eyes. It was dimming, just enough to be noticeable to him. As he patted the dirt from his hands, he considered the time spent with Aera, helping her with her project, well spent.
Where would he go? Truly an important question. It would do him no good to sit still in one place, considering all he was missing. Finding Noct would be like finding a needle in a haystack by touch alone, without the resources to come up with a clever plan. The blonde frowned ever so slightly as he considered his next steps.
“I can’t say for certain,” Ignis admitted, standing up straight as he chased off the feelings of despair that threatened to clutch his sleeves once more, “I believe I’ll learn what more I can about the cities, before choosing which one seems more the type for Noct to visit. If I can make a name for myself in some way, perhaps we can find one another.”
It was difficult to say, and more difficult to admit, obviously. He would much rather tear the world apart to find Noct with his own two eyes, but …
Ignis snapped his sight cane back to its full length, giving the path a few tentative taps to find the edges. He gave Aera a small smile, hoping it could conjure all the thanks he had for such a pleasant afternoon, “I’ll be in Provo until that day, of course. If ever you would enjoy the help or company of a blind man, you may find me at the clinic in the inner city. Or, perhaps in the dirt again.”
Oh, right. He’d originally come out in search of his own herbs! Ah well, the search could begin anew another day. If he didn’t arrive back to the clinic before sundown, the staff would become worried about him and come looking.
“This was truly a wonderful afternoon, Lady Aera,” Ignis stated truthfully, bowing his head, “I wish you all the best in this world. I’m afraid I must depart for now, but please, don’t hesitate to come find me should you wish to.”
With that, the blonde put cane to ground, and began his long walk back into the colder grip of the city -- his mind abuzz with the knowledge and possibilities that had come to light.
But its too late, to go back. I can see the darkness, through the cracks. Daylight fading, I curse the breaking. The day is gone.
Basing his choice of city on what his friend would most likely choose, what a kind and devoted soul. Aera instinctively gave a nod as Ignis gave his answer. Getting his name out was its own way of finding others. If Aera was more bold, herself, perhaps she would have taken that approach to find her own loved ones...
"I'll keep that in mind," she assured, sending a smile back at the man even if he couldn't see it. The warmth in his own came across loud and clear, anyhow. "Either suits me well enough." The clinic, the fields, it mattered not. The company did, though, and she was going to consider it some fine luck if the two of them did happen to run into one another again in the future.
With Ignis's polite farewell, Aera got to her feet to return the bow. It felt only proper, and perhaps he'd hear it more than see it and appreciate the gesture. "Likewise. Be well in your travels, Ignis." The Oracle would watch him depart for just long enough that he'd left the general area, and then she returned to her work. There were still more plants to gather, but the bulk of them were finished. She'd be back in short time--and in much brighter spirits than when she'd left.
