[ Metia and Aegis have always existed in each other's periphery, drawn together by mutual bonds. He feels drawn to her the same way he does to Mythos, and Bahamut, and Cid, but perhaps also because they are both parents. While all of the gods look over the mortals to some degree, it is something else entirely to be parent to another of their pantheon.
Either way, it is a relief to see her again as she rises up from her home with a swirl of frost and comes to join him where he flies, his golden wings allowing him to glide forward to their destination.
Which appears to be somewhere within the Velan Republic based on the direction he's headed, though they're still far above, among the clouds, and beyond the mortals' perception besides. ]
Metia.
[ It doesn't seem to matter how long it's been. He nods to her the way he would any trusted ally; they have certainly fought their fair share of battles together in the past. ]
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Either way, it is a relief to see her again as she rises up from her home with a swirl of frost and comes to join him where he flies, his golden wings allowing him to glide forward to their destination.
Which appears to be somewhere within the Velan Republic based on the direction he's headed, though they're still far above, among the clouds, and beyond the mortals' perception besides. ]
Metia.
[ It doesn't seem to matter how long it's been. He nods to her the way he would any trusted ally; they have certainly fought their fair share of battles together in the past. ]
Someone needs our help.
[ His protection; her guidance. ]