Piña's words derail whatever thoughts Era may have had and she looks at the Lalafellin woman with surprise written clearly on her face.
"'One of'?" She echoes, uncertain if she heard that correctly. More than one Warrior of Light? How often had Era herself wished for another of Hydaelyn's Chosen to share the burden? How many years has she kept a horn open for any rumours that might lead her to another Warrior?
It's enough that Era almost misses Piña's question, though she does and answers after a moment's thought. Was there anything this diminutive Warrior of Light could do to make this easier on her?
Era cannot think of anything. Perhaps a place to train once her aether reserves have recovered somewhat? Access to literature from this realm, that she might compare it to what she knows?
"Mayhaps some tomes of the history, geography, and magic of your realm?" Her voice trails off into uncertainty, for Era knows that it isn't always easy to access magical tomes - at least in her Eorzea. They are dangerous in the wrong hands after all.
"...And a visit to the nearest Chocobo stables once I've regained some strength, if it isn't too much inconvenience."
Era can smell the distinctive odour of Chocobos in the air (otherwise she wouldn't have asked), which is an indescribable comfort to her. It was something she missed in Othard the few times she was without Peki on the continent.
sorry for the slow!
"'One of'?" She echoes, uncertain if she heard that correctly. More than one Warrior of Light? How often had Era herself wished for another of Hydaelyn's Chosen to share the burden? How many years has she kept a horn open for any rumours that might lead her to another Warrior?
It's enough that Era almost misses Piña's question, though she does and answers after a moment's thought. Was there anything this diminutive Warrior of Light could do to make this easier on her?
Era cannot think of anything. Perhaps a place to train once her aether reserves have recovered somewhat? Access to literature from this realm, that she might compare it to what she knows?
"Mayhaps some tomes of the history, geography, and magic of your realm?" Her voice trails off into uncertainty, for Era knows that it isn't always easy to access magical tomes - at least in her Eorzea. They are dangerous in the wrong hands after all.
"...And a visit to the nearest Chocobo stables once I've regained some strength, if it isn't too much inconvenience."
Era can smell the distinctive odour of Chocobos in the air (otherwise she wouldn't have asked), which is an indescribable comfort to her. It was something she missed in Othard the few times she was without Peki on the continent.