[ Clearly what Moenbryda needs today is a soft Au Ra lady running up, gripping to a few books - some quite rare tomes. Slightly frowning, but-- that's just how she looks.
But there's a look of admiration - she didn't expect to see Moenbryda out in public, right now.
And so, she tries to mask her excitement - but can't. ]
Clearly not! [ She huffed, tail wagging. That, of course, meant yes - her frustrations were always clear on her face. Before she got even closer, ready to look over her favorite Roegadyn.
(To be fair, she didn't know many Roegadyn. But she clearly had a favorite - not just because of old relations, but because one of her mind. Alisaie appriciated smart people, and people who she could stand up to as well.) ]
It's just-- gotten bored with Urianger? [ she's teasing as well. ]
Felih has dealt with much mourning and loss in his life- and it seems, as long as he adventures, it will continue to follow in his wake. Though he has often dreamed of friends returning to life, he doesn't usually have a habit of dreaming awake- which is why his heart nearly stops and he drops an armful of tomes when he sees a strikingly familiar face in the Great Gubal Library.
"M-Moen- Moenbryda?!" he nearly yowls, ears back in alarm as his tail puffs up. Is this a ghost? A trick? A miracle? He has no clue- but why here- why now?
Moenbryda had been deep in concentration, flicking through the tome in her hands and quite oblivious to the goings-on around her. She had successfully applied an axe to the few things still itching to put up a fight, and things had been properly quiet for a library. Up until she heard a familiar voice calling out her name.
"Hm?" Up goes her head... and then her eyes widen. "Why, if it isn't Felih!" Still holding that tome in one hand, she turns and smiles... though it's a tired kind of smile. Oh, it's good to see him, but... "Here for some light reading, maybe?" The best time to make light is when things are very, very serious, after all.
Felih stares. He stares for a few silent moments and feels his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest, but he swallows hard and pins his ears back, tail tucking between his legs.
"You're- you're dead? I- I saw you- I saw you die...?" Or so it had seemed- but being consumed, giving up one's own life aether to seal away a foe... and yet, here she stood.
Was this another dream come to haunt him? "I-I... we- the others, they... we mourned. I thought- we all thought you were lost to us..."
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But there's a look of admiration - she didn't expect to see Moenbryda out in public, right now.
And so, she tries to mask her excitement - but can't. ]
Moenbryda--!!
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What? Oh, do you need a hand with those, is that it?
[Plainly teasing, she dips slightly, looking ready to pick those books up... but leaving an opening for Alisae to discourage her.]
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(To be fair, she didn't know many Roegadyn. But she clearly had a favorite - not just because of old relations, but because one of her mind. Alisaie appriciated smart people, and people who she could stand up to as well.) ]
It's just-- gotten bored with Urianger? [ she's teasing as well. ]
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"M-Moen- Moenbryda?!" he nearly yowls, ears back in alarm as his tail puffs up. Is this a ghost? A trick? A miracle? He has no clue- but why here- why now?
"That- it can't be- is that you?!"
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"Hm?" Up goes her head... and then her eyes widen. "Why, if it isn't Felih!" Still holding that tome in one hand, she turns and smiles... though it's a tired kind of smile. Oh, it's good to see him, but... "Here for some light reading, maybe?" The best time to make light is when things are very, very serious, after all.
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"You're- you're dead? I- I saw you- I saw you die...?" Or so it had seemed- but being consumed, giving up one's own life aether to seal away a foe... and yet, here she stood.
Was this another dream come to haunt him? "I-I... we- the others, they... we mourned. I thought- we all thought you were lost to us..."