Felih feels the ringing in his head that usually precludes one of his many strange visions- things he never quite understood, but only remembered having experienced since he was a kitten. His fingers come to the bridge of his nose as he tries to stave off the throbbing headache, but as usual, the vision is inevitable, and it comes- flooding his senses until he is seeing the world through another's eyes.
He sees, he hears, he feels- he experiences the confusion, the humiliation, the anger, the betrayal- the way Ibakha had come as a stranger, humbly seeking refuge and hospitality, and being completely taken advantage of, thrown out into the desert vulnerable and without anything- not even clothes.
And that man in red- Felih recognizes him, and his heart skips a beat.
When he comes out of the vision, he's dizzy, but he manages to lift his gaze to hers. "That man in red- he helped you, too?"
He remembers, the night he fled Ul'dah with Baldric's mansion in flames and lighting up the night sky with smoke and embers, how a Miqo'te dressed in red had seen him, young and afraid and helpless, and accompanied him to safety, kept him safe from the wild beasts and wicked bandits of the desert at night.
Ibakha knows the Echo. She can see the signs of it in others. And that means... Hm. That's something she's going to have to file away for later. The Echo does not go to people with meager destinies, to those who will stay hidden in their cities...
"Aye." She smiles for a moment, despite the anger. "X'rhun took me in, and I learned the basics of his craft before I set off on my own path. You know him as well, then?"
In another life, Felih may have been meant for more- a grand destiny laid out in front of him. But perhaps, in this life, Felih never got the chance. Still, the Echo is there, a marker of potential, if nothing else- and it shows him more of what he needs to know.
"X'rhun... he- the night I fled Ul'dah, after escaping my captor... he found me. I was alone and lost and frantic in the desert, and he knew that I was too young, too weak to be out alone in the dangerous desert night- and so, he escorted me away from Ul'dah, to the safety of another city, and helped me make my way. 'Twas only briefly we traveled together, but... I owe him a debt.
I was never able to catch up to him again after that day. I wish I had the opportunity to thank him properly."
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He sees, he hears, he feels- he experiences the confusion, the humiliation, the anger, the betrayal- the way Ibakha had come as a stranger, humbly seeking refuge and hospitality, and being completely taken advantage of, thrown out into the desert vulnerable and without anything- not even clothes.
And that man in red- Felih recognizes him, and his heart skips a beat.
When he comes out of the vision, he's dizzy, but he manages to lift his gaze to hers. "That man in red- he helped you, too?"
He remembers, the night he fled Ul'dah with Baldric's mansion in flames and lighting up the night sky with smoke and embers, how a Miqo'te dressed in red had seen him, young and afraid and helpless, and accompanied him to safety, kept him safe from the wild beasts and wicked bandits of the desert at night.
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"Aye." She smiles for a moment, despite the anger. "X'rhun took me in, and I learned the basics of his craft before I set off on my own path. You know him as well, then?"
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"X'rhun... he- the night I fled Ul'dah, after escaping my captor... he found me. I was alone and lost and frantic in the desert, and he knew that I was too young, too weak to be out alone in the dangerous desert night- and so, he escorted me away from Ul'dah, to the safety of another city, and helped me make my way. 'Twas only briefly we traveled together, but... I owe him a debt.
I was never able to catch up to him again after that day. I wish I had the opportunity to thank him properly."