The wind whips through her long, dark hair, almost drowning out the hum of the ceruleum engine humming beneath her feet. Before her, she could just make out the white towers of Limsa; from this far away, they looked as though they were rising from the sea itself.
She had never quite thought of the city as home–that would always be the Twelveswood–but now that she was no longer welcome there, this would have to do.
At the very least, there might be someone who could make it feel more like it. Assuming, of course, that he actually wanted to see her again…














