[Tales only five years old, not so much, she thinks. But she doesn't mention it because it is important, to have your own tale, and your own memory. There are gaps in hers, in the five years between the Calamity and returning to Ul'dah. She was aether-sick for a while after, with the dramatic shift in the ambient aether. Who knows how many "memories" were only fever dreams? (and how many "fever dreams" were the faint first calls of Hydaelyn that she ignored as her own imaginings?)]

I'm surprised you couldn't see it from everywhere at its size. We were in Ul'dah when it struck. My- [she falters for a second.] -friend, who introduced me to adventuring, he said we should leave for our own safety. That, because it was a dragon, or the shade of one, that caused all this destruction, Eorzeans might turn against Au Ra.

[She pauses, and smiles a bit.]

You have exactly one guess as to where he was from.

We took his advice and left for a while, stayed away from large cities while we were in Eorzean borders. We could have just barely missed crossing paths, if you were living off the mainland, too.