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Who: Yenh and anyone else!
What: An adventurer has arrived, with a lot of questions and a lot of free time.
When: Late May
Where: Everywhere, basically.
Warnings: None yet, will update as/if needed!

[Freshly dumped into the village with nothing else but the clothes on her back and a fancy magical book, Yenh decides that all she can do is gather information. After all, the Mistress' books were... enlightening... but not especially helpful for getting the full sense of the situation.]

[It's also a welcome distraction from the feeling of being stripped of power and purpose, which, well, she doesn't want to get into at all.]

[Stuffing the book and white feather quill down the front of her tunic, she begins exploring the land in earnest. Going into the wilderness before she is properly acclimated seems like a terrible idea, so it's time to talk to the locals—and she does get her questions answered, as well as several invitations into their homes, or at least to behind their woodsheds or whatever. She passes them up, but kindly. Much too busy right now.]

[It is in this spirit of anticipating both answers and sexual advances that this short cat-lady with a book crammed into her shirt might approach a certain someone—namely, maybe, you. Her lionish tail twitches idly as she approaches and stands at a very appropriate distance, though maybe a little closer if she has to tap you on the arm to get your attention.]

Hail, stranger! I'm new to these lands. May I ask your opinion on this realm?

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[Estinien outright ignores the gesture, and leaves his shorts as they are. He's too used to the exposure they give, and he's lost any and all modesty this place has been intent to rob him of. Not that he's ever been a modest man to begin with, but that's besides the point.

The question is far more interesting, it's much better than the contained laughter, or Aymeric's poor attempt to pretend he wasn't about the join the miqo'te in a chuckle, though he's hard pressed to see what could be so funny.

There's a notable pause, before his frown turns into more of a scowl.]

Nay. Despite mine efforts, I cannot recall their name—let alone aught else about them.

[He lets out an annoyed snort.]

Why do you ask? Have you the answer to this select amnesia?

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[Yenh was close enough to putting herself back together regardless, but his answer is a splash of cold water once again. She counts Estinien as a stalwart ally, and knows that for all that they've been through together, he may not be so quick to accept who she is.]

[Not that Aymeric has wholly, she knows—but his temperament has always been more mild. The anxiety builds up again as she finds herself rehashing and reliving the same conversation again, but it feels less frightening now. So she ignores it.]

As I told Aymeric, it happened after the Calamity, as well. Hydaelyn's work... though why it should affect the both of you here, I've no answers to that.

[And to round it all out, she introduces herself. It feels so awkward, and she doesn't manage to be smooth about it, either.] I'm the Warrior of Light.

[heiresy]

She has answered a question that she would not know otherwise. [He, however, declines to voluntarily mention what his question was. In retrospect it was a little weird. At least with the man in question here.]

I'm sure that she will be eager to prove herself to you as well. The two of you had many and more adventures together. Plenty that even I have no knowledge of.

[He gestures to Yenh in a sort of "Go on, try! You wont be disappointed!" sort of way.]

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[There's a telling silence from Estinien as he looks Yenh over, thinking of what he could ask that would tell him the legitimacy of her claim, while also not outing too much to Aymeric about their mutual quest for peace. It isn't like Aymeric knows the details of their adventure, after all!!]

Name to me the leader of the infuriating interlopers whom we were made to suffer their nonsensical demands in exchange for a horn.

[It's specific and vague enough that no one but those involved would have any idea what he's referencing. Folding his arms across his chest, he waits for the answer, but he's scarcely holding his breath.]

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[Not as easy of a test, but still one she is up for answering. After all, she has spent even more time than Estinien has with the moogles of the Churning Mists.]

Ah, only the leader? Chieftain Moglin, then. Though we cannot forget those who administered the trials—Moghan, Mogmug, and Mogwin.

[She waggles a finger.] Ask another if it pleases you!

[heiresy]

[Aymeric looks at Estinien with a playful grin. He wasn't the sort for riddles, but it suited this matter. He can't help but chuckle as he remembers the recounting of the story. He doesn't exactly remember it in Yenh's voice- which is a very strange thing to parse, but his mind is reading the tale to him in her voice now. Hopefully he would fill in all of the gaps before long. He keeps quiet, though. One bit of mind-blowing information at a time, he thinks.]

[And more hopefully he would find it within himself to bring up the matter of their disjointed time frames. It would be easier with Yenh's help, he thinks.]

Well, Estinien?

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Aye.

[Well, that's proof enough, unless this is some sort of trick brought on by the Mistress. Something he's not ready to dismiss so easily, but for now he'll keep that quiet, and keep his wits about him.]

I requested only the one, because despite mine efforts, his was a moniker I could ill purge from my mind like the rest of them. Nevertheless, with that answer, I find myself believing your claim.

Little else can explain how you would know that. Ill fortune you would end up here, Warrior of Light.

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[Again a measure of relief, though she finds herself in the strange place of feeling like an imposter in her own life. Still, she accepts that they accept her for now, even if by token of some basic proof.]

Agreed. And call me Yenh, that being my name.

[So peculiar.]

As it stands, I've none of my power or the Blessing of Light; but I'm determined to work toward our escape. [She gives them both a weak smile.] Unless we've a way to restore my thaumaturgy, I'll need to take up a new discipline.

[heiresy]

Between us, we can teach you any of our three disciplines. Though... You will need a bit more strength than the average mage to make use of it. [He gives her upper arm a squeeze, really having hoped to feel more muscle there. This would be an uphill battle, certainly.

Yet, they had time. At least he had hoped so.]

Hopefully we can restore your own powers. The Mistress must have a way.

[he lets out another sigh. Perhaps the third in this brief afternoon. He can't deal with the shorts any longer. He makes quick chit chat with a stall's shopkeep. He turns back to Estinien and Yenh.]

...They've nothing in our size. We can have clothing cut and made for us, but it will take days.

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[Estinien gives a grunt of agreement towards Aymeric's comment on Yenh's strength. With her physique, she would not be wielding a lance any time soon. Or, at least, it would sooner be the lance wielding her than anything at all.

Not caring to make conversation as Aymeric tries desperately to clothe himself, he shakes his head at the futile effort.]

Mayhap we should return to our quarters for a change, then. I, too, grow tired of this ridiculous attire.

[He has no issues putting on his full armor, he's far more comfortable in it anyway, and he trusts not what any tailor might make them. Besides, he could put it on and take it off in his sleep by now, so it'd be no trouble at all for him.]

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[Yenh frowns at their assessment of her musculature. She didn't want to agree with them, if only out of a strange bout of petulance, but it was true. She could run fairly well, but...]

[She crosses her arms as she watches the two discuss their attire issues, and keeps her comment of You two may continue to wear as little as pleases entirely to herself.]

[Now that she no longer feels existential dread, it has become harder and harder not to glance slightly downward now and then.]

[heiresy]

[If he catches her glancing at their poorly concealed packages, he doesn't make a fuss. Firstly, who wouldn't want to check out an Elezen in his prime? Not to mention that perhaps she was just as scandalized as they were? Thirdly, he was willing to give the Warrior of Light quite a bit of slack.]

Very well. The other guards will not allow you past the public area into our quarters, so you may as well wait at the inn. We should be along anon. Order a drink, we shall pay your tab.

ten goddamn years later

[dravanicide]

[Aymeric is not alone in ignoring any lewd-filled gazes, he's more than used to the eyes of others traveling to places he cares little and less for, but the fact she is the Warrior of Light gives her a pass anyways.

If she did more than look, however, there might be a problem.]

Shall we?

[It's a question, but more like a statement than anything. Before Aymeric can even answer, Estinien is taking hold of him firmly. Offering Yenh a casual glance, he speaks once more before departure:]

We'll return anon. Till then, Warrior of Light.

[And with that, he leaves just as he had entered—dragoon jumping into the sky, with Aymeric in tow. Efficient though it may be, it never quite stops looking stupid. Even if Estinien doesn't think so.]