[ He hadn't needed Urianger's help to remember Himeka's nameday. He chalks it up to 100 years of memorizing star patterns and moon cycles, and if one believes that, then there's beach side property in Thanalan for sale as well. All aside, G'raha is well aware of what day it is, more or less, has been counting them in general since his arrival to Thorne. When Thancred's message arrives, he's caught momentarily off guard, though his mind supplies him with the info he needs.
And it's why he found himself in the Thorne markets, nervously perusing the stalls, finally settling on a large bouquet of beautiful and bright pink and red flowers — to match her hair, of course. It's large enough that he has to hold it in both arms as the three of them enter Himeka's Horizon, and he stops short in his tracks as he realizes where they are (though the dragonets and moogles are new). There's a dull ache in his heart — how is Lyna? The people of the Crystarium? Surely they're faring well, surely they hardly think of him at all, anymore, dead as he is to them) — and almost on cue, at his ankle, pops up a small automaton of, well.
Him.
Him as the Crystal Exarch, to be exact.
The automaton runs forth, stopping to stare at the picnic, and G'raha sighs, cradling the flowers as he reaches up to scratch at his forehead. ]
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And it's why he found himself in the Thorne markets, nervously perusing the stalls, finally settling on a large bouquet of beautiful and bright pink and red flowers — to match her hair, of course. It's large enough that he has to hold it in both arms as the three of them enter Himeka's Horizon, and he stops short in his tracks as he realizes where they are (though the dragonets and moogles are new). There's a dull ache in his heart — how is Lyna? The people of the Crystarium? Surely they're faring well, surely they hardly think of him at all, anymore, dead as he is to them) — and almost on cue, at his ankle, pops up a small automaton of, well.
Him.
Him as the Crystal Exarch, to be exact.
The automaton runs forth, stopping to stare at the picnic, and G'raha sighs, cradling the flowers as he reaches up to scratch at his forehead. ]
I see. Even inadvertent whims, it seems.