It is a surreal experience, arriving in these lands. Not merely because of how different they are, but also of how much things… seem a little bit the same, like the forest spirit that bears an infinitesimal resemblance to a melanion but is most certainly not a manifestation of the concept. For one, 'tis much too docile. And for another, 'tis well-spoken… and in the tongue of man, no less.
Bewildered as he is, Erichthonios finds himself inclined to listen. And the more he listens, the more he finds things here so very different, and yet so very much the same.
It is only belatedly he realizes another is there. Lifting his head, Erichthonios speaks hastily to make up for his lack of attention. "Apologies. Are we… supposed to go in?"
II. FIRST ENCOUNTER
Again, Erichthonios finds the situation to bear an almost dreamlike familiarity. The flora are none that he recognize, yet their luminescent quality reminds him so strongly of one particular flower that he accepts the request without hesitation.
"I wonder if any special care is needed to tend the blooms so that they may reach their intended recipient unharmed. Mayhap a spell could be used to preserve them…"
Interrupting his own musing, he turns to the nearest person to pose an inquiry.
"Have you seen any flowers like the ones our friend desires in your time here? I fear I know not where to look…"
III. GLIMMERPELT, TWINKLEKIN, AND FOREST GHOSTS
As much as Erichthonios is inclined to lend his aid, there are inevitably one or two things with which he struggles. In this case, his newness to these lands is something of an unfortunate setback.
"Apologies, but I am but recently arrived. I know not of the conditions of the animals that you care for, though I share your hope that they be well."
And the 'animals' he cares for… mayhap speaking of them might bring more distress in this instance than joy, much as he cares for their well-being. Unable to fulfill the request, he instead turns to another nearby.
"Mayhap you are more knowledgeable than I of how the creatures of this star are faring?"
IV. GLIMMERHORN, ASTRAL FOX, AND CELESTIAL BIRD
Ever one to wear his heart upon his sleeve, Erichthonios has no qualms in sharing his aspirations with the Glimmerhorn, though he speaks with an air of humility bordering on self-depreciation.
"I cannot say that I have achieved much on my own. However, with the aid of my friends… we managed to save those that would otherwise have been condemned."
To death, no less. And so, as the images spring forth, they take the form of some dozen or so others dressed in robes much alike the humble, red-eyed man, as they are released from the cages that hold them in captivity, the projected image of himself going to them, helping another, older-looking man in tending to their wounds with healing magicks.
The sight of it brings a small, wistful smile to his lips.
V. THE CASCADEFOLK
The tale told by the spirits of the grove is a worrisome one. Erichthonios contemplates the meaning of it all, though he being new and missing so many pieces of the story to put together, it ends with little more than a frown of anxiety marring his brow.
"Do you… know of what they speak? Of this person who seeks to seize authority by force?"
The whole tale would be surreal, nigh unheard of, if he had not just lived through the upheaval of Pandaemonium.
"Why would they seek to do such a thing?"
VI. THE LAST STORY
Although at first he had listened to each story and tale with rapt attention, by the end of it all, Erichthonios' countenance was one of a heavy heart. Already, there was so much tragedy in this tale without an end. Why was it that the sisters had separated, and had yet to reunite, even though both yet survived? What prevented them from seeing each other, from speaking to each other?
"I don't understand…" he speaks in a quiet murmur. Mayhap he, contrary to the hopes of the spirits here, lacks in cleverness.
Why does one being seek to subjugate others? First the woman spoken of by the Cascadefolk, and now this other entity… Rather, the other way around. But still… why?
"This… magos and this Great Enemy… They both seek to control others? Are they connected, or…"
He trails off, head dipping low. "…has that way of thinking merely spread…"
Erichthonios | Final Fantasy XIV
It is a surreal experience, arriving in these lands. Not merely because of how different they are, but also of how much things… seem a little bit the same, like the forest spirit that bears an infinitesimal resemblance to a melanion but is most certainly not a manifestation of the concept. For one, 'tis much too docile. And for another, 'tis well-spoken… and in the tongue of man, no less.
Bewildered as he is, Erichthonios finds himself inclined to listen. And the more he listens, the more he finds things here so very different, and yet so very much the same.
It is only belatedly he realizes another is there. Lifting his head, Erichthonios speaks hastily to make up for his lack of attention. "Apologies. Are we… supposed to go in?"
II. FIRST ENCOUNTER
Again, Erichthonios finds the situation to bear an almost dreamlike familiarity. The flora are none that he recognize, yet their luminescent quality reminds him so strongly of one particular flower that he accepts the request without hesitation.
"I wonder if any special care is needed to tend the blooms so that they may reach their intended recipient unharmed. Mayhap a spell could be used to preserve them…"
Interrupting his own musing, he turns to the nearest person to pose an inquiry.
"Have you seen any flowers like the ones our friend desires in your time here? I fear I know not where to look…"
III. GLIMMERPELT, TWINKLEKIN, AND FOREST GHOSTS
As much as Erichthonios is inclined to lend his aid, there are inevitably one or two things with which he struggles. In this case, his newness to these lands is something of an unfortunate setback.
"Apologies, but I am but recently arrived. I know not of the conditions of the animals that you care for, though I share your hope that they be well."
And the 'animals' he cares for… mayhap speaking of them might bring more distress in this instance than joy, much as he cares for their well-being. Unable to fulfill the request, he instead turns to another nearby.
"Mayhap you are more knowledgeable than I of how the creatures of this star are faring?"
IV. GLIMMERHORN, ASTRAL FOX, AND CELESTIAL BIRD
Ever one to wear his heart upon his sleeve, Erichthonios has no qualms in sharing his aspirations with the Glimmerhorn, though he speaks with an air of humility bordering on self-depreciation.
"I cannot say that I have achieved much on my own. However, with the aid of my friends… we managed to save those that would otherwise have been condemned."
To death, no less. And so, as the images spring forth, they take the form of some dozen or so others dressed in robes much alike the humble, red-eyed man, as they are released from the cages that hold them in captivity, the projected image of himself going to them, helping another, older-looking man in tending to their wounds with healing magicks.
The sight of it brings a small, wistful smile to his lips.
V. THE CASCADEFOLK
The tale told by the spirits of the grove is a worrisome one. Erichthonios contemplates the meaning of it all, though he being new and missing so many pieces of the story to put together, it ends with little more than a frown of anxiety marring his brow.
"Do you… know of what they speak? Of this person who seeks to seize authority by force?"
The whole tale would be surreal, nigh unheard of, if he had not just lived through the upheaval of Pandaemonium.
"Why would they seek to do such a thing?"
VI. THE LAST STORY
Although at first he had listened to each story and tale with rapt attention, by the end of it all, Erichthonios' countenance was one of a heavy heart. Already, there was so much tragedy in this tale without an end. Why was it that the sisters had separated, and had yet to reunite, even though both yet survived? What prevented them from seeing each other, from speaking to each other?
"I don't understand…" he speaks in a quiet murmur. Mayhap he, contrary to the hopes of the spirits here, lacks in cleverness.
Why does one being seek to subjugate others? First the woman spoken of by the Cascadefolk, and now this other entity… Rather, the other way around. But still… why?
"This… magos and this Great Enemy… They both seek to control others? Are they connected, or…"
He trails off, head dipping low. "…has that way of thinking merely spread…"