[ No matter how simple or quick the errand, any step outside of Ishgard's walls must be taken with caution. That they be ready for an ambush now more than ever is not far from mind. There is something in the air itself that makes the hair stand up on the back of Aymeric's neck, that simple instinct of wrongness of it all. He would rather those fears go unfounded.
Yet even he had not anticipated this. Blue eyes widen as they turn towards the sound to see Estinien--nay, the ancient wyrm that has taken his dear friend's form as its vessel approaches. The Knights at either side immediately draw up their weapons, sword and shield at the ready.
It has gotten worse, he thinks, swallowing down on the sordid realization that yet more of the dragon breaks through on the otherwise Elezen silhouette.
Aymeric steels his gaze and stiffens his hand in another short wave, signaling the Knights to hold. ]
Indeed. I don't suppose you would see fit to return him?
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Yet even he had not anticipated this. Blue eyes widen as they turn towards the sound to see Estinien--nay, the ancient wyrm that has taken his dear friend's form as its vessel approaches. The Knights at either side immediately draw up their weapons, sword and shield at the ready.
It has gotten worse, he thinks, swallowing down on the sordid realization that yet more of the dragon breaks through on the otherwise Elezen silhouette.
Aymeric steels his gaze and stiffens his hand in another short wave, signaling the Knights to hold. ]
Indeed. I don't suppose you would see fit to return him?