The sun shone brightly over the seaside city of Limsa Lominsa. The seas were calm, and the breeze, gentle. Despite the everyday hustle and bustle that is the norm for any busy port town, even the most harried citizen could find a brief moment to enjoy the clear, sunny day.
In a quiet corner outside the Bismark, two sisters sat together, apparently sharing a light meal and somber conversation. Physically, they did not resemble each other at all; the elder was a tall Roegadyn woman of ruddy complexion, while the younger was a blue-haired Keeper still clearly in her teens. Yet both had fierce, golden eyes -- currently, filled with ire.
“Kori…â€
“No, ‘Ris,†the Roegadyn rebuffed flatly, sitting back and crossing her arms.
M’yrissa huffed. “We need to know, Kori!â€
“No, ‘Ris. You do not. The past was taken from her. Let it remain so. It is better that way.â€
“Better for who?†M’yr hissed back, trying to keep her voice down. “It’s Tala’s life, Kori. You know she’s never wanted anything else but being a conjurer. A healer. It would destroy her to lose that!â€
Kori glowered. “And if you do this? You were not so young. Do not forget the girl that was before. The one who did remember.†She waved a dismissive hand. “It would hurt her, regardless.â€
“You don’t know that for sure! Brother E-Sumi-Yan said...â€
“Six years ago, he said to leave be, ‘Ris! That the Elements took her sorrow. That it was best to let it be, and let her know happiness. And we did! And she did!â€
“She’s remembering now, Kori! But only in bits and pieces, in her dreams. She’s told me about the parts that she can recall. She can’t sleep because of them! Those memories are already hurting her -- keeping the truth to yourself isn’t helping her at all!â€
“It would be better should she never remember!†growled Kori darkly. “Help her to forget, that I would aid. But help her to remember? No. That pain is too great.â€
“You can’t know that!†M’yrissa protested.
“No, YOU do not know, M’yrissa Tahl! You have not lived through such troubles -- and for that the Twelve be praised! You cannot know what such memories do. I speak a truth you cannot know.†Korynna’s chair toppled to the ground as she hastily stood to lean forward over the table, glaring fiercely into her youngest sister’s eyes. The Roegadyn’s golden eyes flashed, equal parts of impassioned anger and remembered pain. “I would give my left arm for such forgetfulness.â€
The young Miqo’te blinked, stunned for a moment. She watched helplessly as Kori dropped a handful of gil on the table and stalked away.
In a quiet corner outside the Bismark, two sisters sat together, apparently sharing a light meal and somber conversation. Physically, they did not resemble each other at all; the elder was a tall Roegadyn woman of ruddy complexion, while the younger was a blue-haired Keeper still clearly in her teens. Yet both had fierce, golden eyes -- currently, filled with ire.
“Kori…â€
“No, ‘Ris,†the Roegadyn rebuffed flatly, sitting back and crossing her arms.
M’yrissa huffed. “We need to know, Kori!â€
“No, ‘Ris. You do not. The past was taken from her. Let it remain so. It is better that way.â€
“Better for who?†M’yr hissed back, trying to keep her voice down. “It’s Tala’s life, Kori. You know she’s never wanted anything else but being a conjurer. A healer. It would destroy her to lose that!â€
Kori glowered. “And if you do this? You were not so young. Do not forget the girl that was before. The one who did remember.†She waved a dismissive hand. “It would hurt her, regardless.â€
“You don’t know that for sure! Brother E-Sumi-Yan said...â€
“Six years ago, he said to leave be, ‘Ris! That the Elements took her sorrow. That it was best to let it be, and let her know happiness. And we did! And she did!â€
“She’s remembering now, Kori! But only in bits and pieces, in her dreams. She’s told me about the parts that she can recall. She can’t sleep because of them! Those memories are already hurting her -- keeping the truth to yourself isn’t helping her at all!â€
“It would be better should she never remember!†growled Kori darkly. “Help her to forget, that I would aid. But help her to remember? No. That pain is too great.â€
“You can’t know that!†M’yrissa protested.
“No, YOU do not know, M’yrissa Tahl! You have not lived through such troubles -- and for that the Twelve be praised! You cannot know what such memories do. I speak a truth you cannot know.†Korynna’s chair toppled to the ground as she hastily stood to lean forward over the table, glaring fiercely into her youngest sister’s eyes. The Roegadyn’s golden eyes flashed, equal parts of impassioned anger and remembered pain. “I would give my left arm for such forgetfulness.â€
The young Miqo’te blinked, stunned for a moment. She watched helplessly as Kori dropped a handful of gil on the table and stalked away.
