Ysayle nods, still unaware of what has tempered Estinien so. If he wishes her to know he will tell her. She is satisfied with that.
"Aye, it soon became apparent that I no longer posses the Echo. Nor Shiva, whatever she may be." Not the saint that Ysayle had hoped for, prayed for. But something else -- and here she is unlikely to find that answer. Perhaps that is her own burden to carry, forever unknowing of the creature that dwells inside.
One of the chairs proves to be awkward for her, long limbs not used to furniture that wasn't ruins or made for Elezen, but she sits with as much grace as she can. A lingering glance is spared for the Ninetails, one that is as near-adoring as Estinien has yet seen on her face. It's cute, is what it is. Although perhaps she might question its level of devotion.
Ysayle bows her head slightly. "There was a tomestone like device given to me amongst other supplies. I believe he," a gesture to the pokeball she has stored back in her bag, "is classified as 'dragon'."
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"Aye, it soon became apparent that I no longer posses the Echo. Nor Shiva, whatever she may be." Not the saint that Ysayle had hoped for, prayed for. But something else -- and here she is unlikely to find that answer. Perhaps that is her own burden to carry, forever unknowing of the creature that dwells inside.
One of the chairs proves to be awkward for her, long limbs not used to furniture that wasn't ruins or made for Elezen, but she sits with as much grace as she can. A lingering glance is spared for the Ninetails, one that is as near-adoring as Estinien has yet seen on her face. It's cute, is what it is. Although perhaps she might question its level of devotion.
Ysayle bows her head slightly. "There was a tomestone like device given to me amongst other supplies. I believe he," a gesture to the pokeball she has stored back in her bag, "is classified as 'dragon'."
Little surprise there.