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Beatrix noted the pause in Cecil's response. So, he was not the type of person who had worked with children. That was fine. Beatrix supposed her feelings on the matter would surprise some. She had a reputation for being as cold as ice, and completely emotionless, and people would be surprised to learn how big her heart was or how much she looked out for the young Queen. "I am sure that you shall," she nodded to Cecil. "The Queen is not my daughter. I am but her servant, and it is foolish of me to look at her that way, and yet... sometimes I cannot help it. I... think it is highly unlikely that I shall ever have a child of my own, it is not practical with my duties, so it is pleasing that I got to see her grow up," she explained. Her and Steiner had never spoken about children, but, it seemed unlikely. They were both dedicated to their duties, and she could never see a family replacing that.
"Of that, I have no doubt," Beatrix agreed when Cecil said she would lead her people well. "But that is why I must ensure she safely returns to Alexandria to do so," she explained with a salute, her fist to her chest.
"It sounds as though you were deceived. That you did not know of your purpose in this Mysdia. Alas, I am afraid I harbour no such excuse. I was commanded to march to war and that I did, leading my armies with pride and aggression. I was... a fool, and... I am not sure I shall ever be able to atone for my actions. Do not judge yourself too harshly for being deceived, when there are ones such as myself who followed such orders willingly," Beatrix said, her voice slightly softer, laced with shame that cracked that cold exterior for a moment. She still remembered trying to seek forgiveness and Freya's rebuke. A rebuke she had deserved, and remembered ever since. She never asked again, simply because she knew there was no way for her to earn what she was asking for. It was, as Freya had said, too late.
It seemed strange that Cecil only knew one summoner, and Beatrix only knew two. As if it was their destiny to wiped out. She wondered if it was just a coincidence. Maybe Cecil had only ever met one, that didn't mean there weren't others on his world. There had been until fairly recently on Gaia, after all, hadn't there? "On my world it is only two. There used to be more, but their home was destroyed by an enemy of our world. The Queen was one survivor, adopted by the Royal Family, and there is one other, a younger child, who survived the slaughter. The child goes by the name of Eiko. She is... distinctive, by this world's biology. She has a horn protruding from her head. The Queen's was... removed... long ago," Beatrix explained, realising that this was very much the most basic of notes to give him on the summoning heritage of her world, but it seemed best to be brief. "Indeed, let us search together. If it is Eiko, my Queen or Rydia, we must find her," Beatrix nodded. "Tell me of this Rydia of yours. Perhaps I can repay the favour you are paying me by searching for my Queen," she offered as they began to walk.
Cecil’s heart fell. Her summoners had met a similarly tragic hand. It was not her hand that had rained fire and destruction upon them, but another’s. An enemy of their world. Had he been as such under the orders of a corrupted Baron? The world had been no friend to him so long as he had donned his dark armor. An armor of sacrifice and malevolent intent. How long had he inflicted pain upon himself to take the lives of others? His guilt shuddered within him. No matter how he sought the light, that darkness would always taint his past.
”A horn?” He felt his eyebrows raise in surprise. That was nothing like the summoners of Mist -- nor anyone that he had heard of for that matter. ”I’ll...keep my eyes open.”
Were they truly the same? He supposed that all that mattered was their abilities. If Beatrix’s summoners had an affinity with the Feymarch then it was close enough.
”I’ve known Rydia since she was a child. She was...the only survivor of Mist.” Once again, his guilt wrenched within him. She had forgiven him, yes, but how was he to forgive himself?
”Perhaps I could have felt the same for her as you do your queen, but she was taken to another kingdom before I had the chance. The land of the summons. Time passes differently there, and a few months to us meant years for her. When we met again, she was fully grown. It was...strange to get used to.”
With her leotard, whip, and high-heeled boots. Rydia was no longer a child, certainly. She had become an empowered, strong-willed woman and one who had saved his life more than once. He shook his head. ”She has green hair,” he said. ”She’s clad entirely in green with long sleeves and golden bangles. She stands out in a crowd.”
Cecil shook his head and then looked at her again, smiling weakly. ”She doesn’t have a horn,” he said. ”Which might make the search a little more difficult.”
Beatrix noticed the scepticism in Cecil's voice when it came to the horn. She supposed she would have reacted exactly the same way had she not seen it with her own eye. She smiled slightly. "Oh, believe me, I understand your response. It is something that the girl's rather... lively... attitude means that you quite quickly forget the horn," she remarked with a slight smirk. Most people who met Eiko oddly didn't comment on the horn, as the girl's rather, uh, spunky demeanour stood out to them first. Still, Beatrix wondered about the horn. The one that had been so fully removed from Garnet. Why did summoner's have it, and what did it mean? Obviously Garnet could use her abilities without it, so it remained something of a mystery to her.
Beatrix's expression tightened when he mentioned that Rydia was Mist's lone survivor. She supposed she could have said something, but no words of comfort came to mind. Knowing what she had done to Burmecia, to Cleyra, she knew that there was nothing that could be said. At least Cecil got to rescue one child. At least that would be a small compensation, she supposed. The story of how she aged was stranger, but Beatrix supposed given some of the things she had told Cecil, she wasn't possibly one to judge there.
"From your description of her, I suspect she stands out enough, without a horn," Beatrix smiled lightly, trying to lighten the mood. "Perhaps I should encourage Queen Garnet to wear only one colour and dye her hair to match. It would certainly make tracking her down easier," Beatrix suggested, although only for her own amusement. She supposed that Cecil didn't know the Queen, but the image of Garnet doing something as garish as dying her hair green was enough to make Beatrix smile with amusement. Then again, she did cut it off once and she had never expected her to do that, so perhaps she was capable of surprising her still...
”From your description of her, I suspect she stands out enough without a horn.” Beatrix smiled, and Cecil couldn’t help but give a soft life in return. Rydia certainly had a way of standing out. She was a summoner, after all, raised in a remote village and then in a land beyond the mortal realm. She was not bound to the customs of men, and so she had taken to her own brash law and her own outlandish style. She was nothing like Rosa -- so mild-mannered and soft. No, she was a force to be noticed no matter the circumstance. If the world didn’t conform to her ways then she would, quite literally, whip it into shape around her.
”I suppose not,” he said. ”Though her style isn’t for everyone. Rydia is no queen.” Nor would she ever really fit within a noble setting. Not that she would want to. He imagined it would stifle her.
”I am glad to have met you, General Beatrix. And the people here are lucky to have a knight of such strength at their defense.” He looked again to the dragon -- or what remained of it. It had stopped twitching now as it rested in its final, unwavering death. Its severed head had lulled to the side, its mouth slack and its eyes a hazy gray.
”I will do what I can to find your queen. If you come across Rydia, I have friends in the southern territory of Torensten. They call themselves the Dragonblades.” They -- not him. He would forever be a knight of Baron, no more. Regardless of his allies’ intentions. ”We can meet there with news. It is a safe place. There should be no need for caution.”
He bowed his head in a kind of official respect. ”Until then, I wish you well.”
