[ Himeka nods in answer to his question. Wanda had said as much and in Himeka's experience it is the same as well, but...she's really not sure how much she can rely on her past experiences now. Best concentrate on the moment rather than entertain disturbing possibilities.
The edge of the world becomes something different--something. Familiar.
Oh...dear.
Cool gives way to warmth as the open skies close in to stone pillars and high ceilings. In the center of his large room is a round table where a young woman in white robes sits across from someone who looks like a pig-tailed child, but is actually quite a bit older and wiser. Another woman in glasses fills up an ornate goblet on the table with wine. The conversation begins innocently enough as the short woman dismisses her handmaiden and begins to speak frankly.
Himeka knows what this is instantly. Why this is happening is another story...it's not something she's thought about in quite some time.
She watches her younger self hear the idealistic intentions of the Sultana of Ul'dah, willing to give up her own prestige and privilege for the betterment of her people. The Sultana knows it isn't an easy task, that it will cause unrest at the minimum. There's some placidity and confusion coming from her younger self, but the Himeka in the vision listens quietly to each word.
She looks and feels...comfortable, to all eyes. The weight of the stability of a nation being placed partially on her shoulders doesn't seem to bother her when the Sultana asks for her assistance in this matter, helping contain the chaos that will follow and help her right-hand man. Himeka simply nods, smiling lightly. After all, this is what she does these days, isn't it? She gets to see the world and help people along the way.
Her agreement brings clear relief to the Sultana. Now relaxed, she takes a drink from her goblet. Only to freeze.
It all happens in slow motion in the memory, though Himeka knows it was a rapid succession of seconds. Each one she remembers clearly--
--how Nanamo had been choking, reaching out for her--
--how Himeka had sat there at first, shocked and not believing what she was seeing--
--how the guards had burst through the door only a second after Nanamo collapsed on the floor--
--even then, Himeka had thought their arrival was too timely. Her thoughts at the moment are briefly audible to all.
Did they hear her fall? But how...
She may--if I can just try to cure her--!
But then, in that same instant, Himeka herself is accused of murder. Himeka glares as the guards move to surround her and she doesn't resist, her gaze falling only back to Namamo's prone form on the ground. The person she just agreed to help...
no subject
The edge of the world becomes something different--something. Familiar.
Oh...dear.
Cool gives way to warmth as the open skies close in to stone pillars and high ceilings. In the center of his large room is a round table where a young woman in white robes sits across from someone who looks like a pig-tailed child, but is actually quite a bit older and wiser. Another woman in glasses fills up an ornate goblet on the table with wine. The conversation begins innocently enough as the short woman dismisses her handmaiden and begins to speak frankly.
Himeka knows what this is instantly. Why this is happening is another story...it's not something she's thought about in quite some time.
She watches her younger self hear the idealistic intentions of the Sultana of Ul'dah, willing to give up her own prestige and privilege for the betterment of her people. The Sultana knows it isn't an easy task, that it will cause unrest at the minimum. There's some placidity and confusion coming from her younger self, but the Himeka in the vision listens quietly to each word.
She looks and feels...comfortable, to all eyes. The weight of the stability of a nation being placed partially on her shoulders doesn't seem to bother her when the Sultana asks for her assistance in this matter, helping contain the chaos that will follow and help her right-hand man. Himeka simply nods, smiling lightly. After all, this is what she does these days, isn't it? She gets to see the world and help people along the way.
Her agreement brings clear relief to the Sultana. Now relaxed, she takes a drink from her goblet. Only to freeze.
It all happens in slow motion in the memory, though Himeka knows it was a rapid succession of seconds. Each one she remembers clearly--
--how Nanamo had been choking, reaching out for her--
--how Himeka had sat there at first, shocked and not believing what she was seeing--
--how the guards had burst through the door only a second after Nanamo collapsed on the floor--
--even then, Himeka had thought their arrival was too timely. Her thoughts at the moment are briefly audible to all.
Did they hear her fall? But how...
She may--if I can just try to cure her--!
But then, in that same instant, Himeka herself is accused of murder. Himeka glares as the guards move to surround her and she doesn't resist, her gaze falling only back to Namamo's prone form on the ground. The person she just agreed to help...
This isn't happening...is this really happening?
Nanamo?
I need to see Y'shtola--Minfillia! ]