[ The first clue Era has that this Eorzea is perhaps not her Eorzea is a distinct and unsettling feeling of wrongness.
The second - and more obvious - one is how the Ironworks team at Omega's crater do not recognize her and seem utterly confused and mildly panicked by her appearance.
It does not take long for Era to come to the conclusion that Omega tossed her out of the Sigmascape and into another world of its choosing after Midgardsormr thwarted yet another of its attempts to bring out her 'true' power, not unlike a petulant child. This does not, however, give her any ideas on how to convince the Ironworks that she's not a creation of Omega's.
She is aching and exhausted, barely on her feet and likely sporting more than a few injuries from her recent battles that she has yet to heal. All she wishes for in this instant is to be in her cottage, wrapped up in blankets in her own infrequently used bed. Perhaps a mug of hot cocoa would not be remiss either.
Realizing that she was so caught up in her own thoughts she missed something said to her, Era shakes her head to clear it. This turns out to be a bad idea as it causes such a bad bout of vertigo that her vision fades. Shortly thereafter her consciousness fades as well--
-- and she wakes up in an infirmary bed an indeterminate amount of time later.
Era isn't entirely sure where she is. Perhaps Rhalgr's Reach, if it's anything like her own Eorzea. The where is inconsequential in the end. It's the who of this world that she finds herself in dire need of. She needs the Scions, if they exist. Given that the Ironworks does it stands to reason the Scions of the Seventh Dawn would as well. ]
Excuse me, [ Her voice is soft, but she speaks loud enough that whoever is nearby might hear her. ] I need to speak with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.
[ Era twists her hands in the sheet covering her, offering fervent, silent prayer to Hydaelyn that she might find allies in this world. ]
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The second - and more obvious - one is how the Ironworks team at Omega's crater do not recognize her and seem utterly confused and mildly panicked by her appearance.
It does not take long for Era to come to the conclusion that Omega tossed her out of the Sigmascape and into another world of its choosing after Midgardsormr thwarted yet another of its attempts to bring out her 'true' power, not unlike a petulant child. This does not, however, give her any ideas on how to convince the Ironworks that she's not a creation of Omega's.
She is aching and exhausted, barely on her feet and likely sporting more than a few injuries from her recent battles that she has yet to heal. All she wishes for in this instant is to be in her cottage, wrapped up in blankets in her own infrequently used bed. Perhaps a mug of hot cocoa would not be remiss either.
Realizing that she was so caught up in her own thoughts she missed something said to her, Era shakes her head to clear it. This turns out to be a bad idea as it causes such a bad bout of vertigo that her vision fades. Shortly thereafter her consciousness fades as well--
-- and she wakes up in an infirmary bed an indeterminate amount of time later.
Era isn't entirely sure where she is. Perhaps Rhalgr's Reach, if it's anything like her own Eorzea. The where is inconsequential in the end. It's the who of this world that she finds herself in dire need of. She needs the Scions, if they exist. Given that the Ironworks does it stands to reason the Scions of the Seventh Dawn would as well. ]
Excuse me, [ Her voice is soft, but she speaks loud enough that whoever is nearby might hear her. ] I need to speak with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.
[ Era twists her hands in the sheet covering her, offering fervent, silent prayer to Hydaelyn that she might find allies in this world. ]