It had been harder than she had expected to leave Coerthas. Whatever all the people of this land had thought, she had never hated Ishgard. Quite the opposite, it was her love for it that had made Ysayle want to see it free from a senseless war and all the lies it had been ensnared in; yet she knew that intent meant very little in the face of all the wrong that she had done.
As much as she dearly wished to remain there to help with the peace treaties she knew her presence would cause more trouble than good. Either she would need to face justice for the crimes she had committed, which could be no less than execution, or she would put Ser Aymeric in the very difficult position of pardoning the unpardonable, which would only cast him in a darker light for those still struggling with the idea of peace.
She knew not how she had survived her battle as Azys Lah, but it was best if everyone still believed that the Lady Iceheart was dead, and while few recognized her by face it was much too great a risk for her to stick around.
Which is why, instead, she found herself arriving at the Rising Stones. Her life, for so many years had been nothing more than trying to bring an end to the Dragonsong War. With that completed she now felt strangely lost. So it was no surprise when she became heartily invested in the prospect of aiding Alphinaud and the Warrior of Light with a resurgence of Primals in Eorzea, and now she was to meet with him in Mor Dhona.
Her silver eyes looked around the headquarters, noting the small collection of Scions, some who gave her a curious look which she returned with a polite nod. Her expression, as ever, was carefully reserved, not betraying the fact that she felt very much like an intruder here. It was a relief when she finally scouted Alphinaud and her expression softened.
"Alphinaud, greetings. It is good to see you whole and hale."
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As much as she dearly wished to remain there to help with the peace treaties she knew her presence would cause more trouble than good. Either she would need to face justice for the crimes she had committed, which could be no less than execution, or she would put Ser Aymeric in the very difficult position of pardoning the unpardonable, which would only cast him in a darker light for those still struggling with the idea of peace.
She knew not how she had survived her battle as Azys Lah, but it was best if everyone still believed that the Lady Iceheart was dead, and while few recognized her by face it was much too great a risk for her to stick around.
Which is why, instead, she found herself arriving at the Rising Stones. Her life, for so many years had been nothing more than trying to bring an end to the Dragonsong War. With that completed she now felt strangely lost. So it was no surprise when she became heartily invested in the prospect of aiding Alphinaud and the Warrior of Light with a resurgence of Primals in Eorzea, and now she was to meet with him in Mor Dhona.
Her silver eyes looked around the headquarters, noting the small collection of Scions, some who gave her a curious look which she returned with a polite nod. Her expression, as ever, was carefully reserved, not betraying the fact that she felt very much like an intruder here. It was a relief when she finally scouted Alphinaud and her expression softened.
"Alphinaud, greetings. It is good to see you whole and hale."