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Sounsyy · **08-22-2015, 05:41 PM**

"Yeh may be surprised to hear this, but I'd rather not be in the thick of combat at all. I were thrust into it truthfully and I've lived long enough to become good at the thing. Like learning to swim."

Sounsyy sipped from her teacup again, taking a moment to bob her teabag up and down in the steaming drink a few times. Whether this was intentionally used on her part to illustrate someone learning to swim wasn't exactly clear. When she was satisfied, she draped the string over the side of the cup and took another long sip.

The Miqo'te's sharp eyes watched Franz over the rim of her cup as he began to ask questions about Carteneau. She half expected it to trigger some distant memory, but none came. Those memories only seemed to haunt her in her more quiet moments. She gave a small smirk over her cup and stood.

"Come, let's get a drink and we'll talk 'bout the moon like a pair of old Keepers."

Sounsyy flicked her tail at the jest and turned to make her way to the bar. The poor server girl seemed to freeze in stunned panic when she saw the pair approach the bar. She was no doubt afraid she did something to incur the Highlander's wrath - an incorrect order or improperly prepared dish, even though he had eaten everything.

"A bottle of red, lass," Sounsyy said, steaming teacup still in hand. She eased herself into a barstool while she waited for the girl to return with her drink and whatever Franz had decided to order. She sniffed her tea once more and looked up at Franz after he ordered.

"I were there beneath Menphina's Hound when it breached the heavens, yeh. Like most folk, thought it were the end of the world - certainly looked it what with that bloody moon bathin' everything in red. Smoke everywhere. Five whole squadrons of Lominsans set to die beneath that moon just to keep the Garleans busy on Carteneau fer a few hours so they couldn't harm the fleeing refugees and pilgrims. Were there when the moon cracked too. Layin' burned and bleedin' on the rock. Fer many, that order to retreat came too late. I remember that horrible red glow disappearing, replaced with a brilliant blue aether, then nothingness."

Sounsyy took a sip after her account and her eyes returned to Franz. She did not seem perturbed by the recounting of events. In fact, it almost seemed like she had wanted to get it off her chest to someone. She hadn't thought Franz would be this person necessarily, but the subject had been brought up and she was not against the idea. She liked Franz well enough.

"Most folk seem to remember where they were during the calamity. So, where were yeh?"

**Unnamed Mercenary** · **08-30-2015, 05:58 AM**

Franz looked somewhat surprised at the revelation. In the time he had known Sounsyy, most occurrences had been somewhat related to battle. An interesting tidbit he would want to speak more about at other times. But he could understand it being likened to swimming. Like much of the other things he could remember learning, swimming had been part of becoming a better weapon of war. To hold oneâ€™s breath underwater for a long enough time to sneak upon an enemy or to stealthily make an attack. He could recall being thrust into the water on one occasion, being told he would need to find a method to float, or he could simply sink to the bottom and join the other bodies that were unfit for combat. Like many other other trials in training, he had survived. Perhaps the only thing he was good at. Surviving. He could never understand how children he had seen in Eorzea would simply play in the water. Especially in areas where their feet could not touch the bottom. But he had no room to complain. Being able to recall the memories was something he should be glad about. They had helped shape him into who he was, after all.

THeir meals finished, it appeared that Sounsyy had deemed it an appropriate time to move onto stronger drinks. Following in suit once she stood, he followed shortly after. The look on the server girlâ€™s face brought some confusion, however. Was she perhaps frightened? Maybe simply alarmed that he was going to put in another order. He mustered a content expression nearing the bar. â€œThe meal was excellent. I shall have to stop by more often.â€ Sounsyyâ€™s request seemed to snap her out of the small trance. Blinking a few times, the good looked a little wide-eyed at the Miqoâ€™te a moment, as if trying to catch up on what she had hear. â€œY-yes Miss. Right. A bottle of red. Do you have a preference? And just a glass for you or will the two of you be sharing?â€ She glanced back at Franz again, wondering if she would be bringing out an entire platter of drinks, just like the meal. It was always the Highlanders, she thought. Every single one of them with gil to spare always made her life akin to the seventh hell. And few ever tipped. How was she supposed to amss her own riches working at the little cafe?

She didnâ€™t wait for an answer, however, heading to the back to simply look for the most expensive bottle they had. She was sure the Highlander had the gil for it given the meal, fetching two glasses along the way. She was certain he would end up ordering something else after as well. They always did.

Franz pulled out a stool and took a new seat, bemused that the server had walked off before he even had a chance. Catching the glance from Sounsyy, he just shrugged a little. He was more interested in what Sounsyy had to say. He listened on, hearing account. So she was there to see that madmanâ€™s plan followed through. Listening to her account, he wondered what it must have felt like to see what had been called a moon come crashing and crumbling down onto the land. Both amazing and terrifying.

Speaking up on the matter, he honestly could not give much an answer. â€œI...cannot say. Much of my past eludes me. Iâ€™ve gotten bits and pieces back, but Iâ€™ve nothing to remember of that night.â€ He thought back to what he could remember of events around that time, but there was not much to go by. He could recall being in Garlemald before and after, and assumed it likely was not in Eorzea at the time. â€œBut from what I can recall, I do nothing think I experienced it. Iâ€™m only a recent visitor to Eorzea, you seeâ€¦â€. He wasnâ€™t sure how well such an answer would hold. Would it be something sheâ€™d accept? Would he be further pressed for clarification? Why was the server girl taking her time? All quite important questions to him.

In perhaps a moment of stupidity, he asked something. â€œWhat did it feel like? Seeing the moon come down, shattering. Iâ€™ve heard others say it was the end of an era. Would you agree?â€ He was so focussed on the question, he hadnâ€™t noticed that a bottle and two glasses had been filled in the meantime. Nor had he heard the price. A face plastered with just the smallest hint of a curious smile.

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