"The Mothercrystal, Hydaelyn chose me to be her champion. I suppose you could say she is our world's God, for she is the one who created our world and ones like it." That is the simplest way to phrase it, which is just as well since Era isn't entirely sure on all that Hydaelyn is. "I have her Blessing and her gift of the Echo, which protects my mind from being tempered by the Primals and allows me to slay them on her behalf. I use myself as a weapon to keep all the people of Eorzea safe - I cannot say I am not attached. I suppose we Scions are neutral in the sense that we care for all of Eorzea equally."
She pulls her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and letting her tail curl around an ankle. Despite the distance between them Era can just about feel his presence on the edge of her senses. The smile it brings to her lips is hidden against her knees.
"I have no recollection of a life before being the Warrior of Light. It was not my choice, but it was my decision to do what the Mothercrystal asked of me."
It hits Era then that Hydaelyn is essentially her mother in all the ways that count. For all that she knows Hydaelyn could have created her the scant few years ago when her memory begins.
With some effort she manages to brush aside the thought. "The feats I have accomplished are considered quite impressive even by my allies... Though I am sure I would find your work impressive if I understood it."
She has always considered the work of those who support her to be much more impressive than her own feats. Her mind is not one for politics, and allies like Alphinaud and Aymeric being able to negotiate with others to allow her to do what needs to be done... Without the rest of the Scions and the Eorzean Alliance there would be no Warrior of Light.
She misses them all so dearly.
"I am sure Aymeric is incredibly uncomfortable but unwilling to go against his noble upbringing and remove his shirt."
And maybe her tail waggles a bit excitedly at the thought. Era can only imagine the number of scars he bears, and would not mind seeing if her healing magic could ease any lingering pain in them. Or, admittedly, just seeing how his training as a knight has sculpted his torso.
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She pulls her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and letting her tail curl around an ankle. Despite the distance between them Era can just about feel his presence on the edge of her senses. The smile it brings to her lips is hidden against her knees.
"I have no recollection of a life before being the Warrior of Light. It was not my choice, but it was my decision to do what the Mothercrystal asked of me."
It hits Era then that Hydaelyn is essentially her mother in all the ways that count. For all that she knows Hydaelyn could have created her the scant few years ago when her memory begins.
With some effort she manages to brush aside the thought. "The feats I have accomplished are considered quite impressive even by my allies... Though I am sure I would find your work impressive if I understood it."
She has always considered the work of those who support her to be much more impressive than her own feats. Her mind is not one for politics, and allies like Alphinaud and Aymeric being able to negotiate with others to allow her to do what needs to be done... Without the rest of the Scions and the Eorzean Alliance there would be no Warrior of Light.
She misses them all so dearly.
"I am sure Aymeric is incredibly uncomfortable but unwilling to go against his noble upbringing and remove his shirt."
And maybe her tail waggles a bit excitedly at the thought. Era can only imagine the number of scars he bears, and would not mind seeing if her healing magic could ease any lingering pain in them. Or, admittedly, just seeing how his training as a knight has sculpted his torso.