John Waterstrike look out from the raise, taking in the lights from Limsa Lominsa peeking through the bit of fog. It would be his home, for however long she wanted him there. Yet, would anyplace feel like home without his sister there to guide him. He look down as his Carbuncle rub her head against his ankle. He pulled out the locket from the pocket of his beltpack, He settle onto the ground, allowing the topaz to climb into his lap. "Sorry, Kit, didn't mean to worry you." Her emotion brushed over his own magic, accepting her friend for what he felt at this moment.
He flip the locket open, grazing at the picture that rested inside. "Tanya would have loved you." His thumb ran over the teenage midlander, red hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a gentle smile to the child miqo'te. "Sister, I wish that you had lived. I don't know if I could ever me this my home like you made Gridania yours."
The purple hair keeper laid back onto the ground and let his eyes drift close. 'Maybe...just maybe, you could tell me why I'm having such painful headaches and visions of people that I know nothing about.'
He flip the locket open, grazing at the picture that rested inside. "Tanya would have loved you." His thumb ran over the teenage midlander, red hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a gentle smile to the child miqo'te. "Sister, I wish that you had lived. I don't know if I could ever me this my home like you made Gridania yours."
The purple hair keeper laid back onto the ground and let his eyes drift close. 'Maybe...just maybe, you could tell me why I'm having such painful headaches and visions of people that I know nothing about.'
