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[ Fuck.

Th'ancred Nunh had been captured, as he lingered in the East Shroud. Why had he been there? Rumours it's where Urianger has been killed. If he could find why, then he could... help more.

In Carbuncle form, he had slipped towards the Wall... and gotten knocked out. He had no idea where he awoke, except that he was in a cage, other animals around him. Blood was dried in his fur, and a magic disrupter had been chained to his leg. (Of course, he'd be able to be teleported away... but nobody would do that without warning.)

He was still in Carbuncle form - and there was an armoured man near him. A scent almost familiar came from the armour, but he wasn't thinking of it. No, he was letting out a soft whine, as the armoured man talked to the... other man. Draped in clothes more befitting a performer then any man of Garlemald, he shrugged and pointed to the cage.

It opened, and Th'ancred tried to make himself small and flat against the cage. The armoured man - Prastha - was offered a carrier by the other man - Amon - but all Th'ancred could think was that he had to do something. Anything. ]

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I'd... like a little help. [ He says, letting out a huff. Wait... he can still talk like this? There's no telepathy going on. But it is hard. It hurts to think about. ]

...Exactly. But they wouldn't know about Lyse - the Primal Palalyda acts like Papalymo and Yda, not Papalymo and Lyse.

[ He's grumping, but he pokes his head out of the clothes - letting out a little huff. ] They're the only Primal who's... gone like this. There's others - but they keep charms on their body at all time.

I've got it. [He starts working to get Th'ancred out of the clothes, careful- he's probably mostly in the top, right?]

And Primals are rooted in belief… Of course. [He sighs.]

Others-? But that's helping, isn't it?

[ Yup, he's mostly in the top - his head is out but he's stuck! Please open up, his lil paws are waving and cute. ]

...I said I've been caring for Alisaie and Alphinaud? I left out that they're from another world. And holding the power of Bahamut and... a second Primal.

[ oh geeze he'll need to explain coil, but not right now. ]

[so cute- but he can't leave his brother like that. He slips a hand through the hole, trying make a little more space (it's fine, he has other shirts) before trying to pull him through.]

They- they are? [he whines a little, ears dropping.] But they're still all right here, aren't they? Bahamut and- what, another dragon? [What in the hells did Dalamud hold?] Isn't it a lot, when they're still so young…?

…they are still young, aren't they? [he doesn't know maybe they grew up more in their own world]

...No. Phoenix - the one from the faerie tales. [ Oh, how the two of them liked those stories, when they were kittens. Sneaking into the Arcanists' Guild, to that one man who read to the Carbuncle.

Velas'to liked them. ]

They're 18 - it was recently their birthday. They grow up so fast... even if ours have been missing for this time. Have you...? [ Seen them? Heard of them? A deep breath... ]

I'm proud of them. They're still them, even after-- all of this. Nobody prays for them, and they're them. [ /dad mode ]

Phoenix… I remember. [They were good stories! He attributes that at least a little to the reader, who he liked just as much.]

They do- ah, perhaps I should find something for them… [He shakes his head, ears still down.] I haven't heard anything, but- if they appear here, I'll tell you immediately.

[He gives a soft smile.] That's good to hear. They're precious, after all- they'll be wonderful when they're fully grown.

Thank you. [ a cute peep! ] We can't keep our eyes anywhere, Prastha. [ He says, softly. ] Even if Ascilla has been trying. But none of us want the Empire to get their hands of them - that'd disappoint too many of us.

[ They always overwork, both of them. But he's all out and... flops into his brothers' arms. ] Alisaie's managed to disguise herself as an Au Ra - and Alphinaud... well, he's been trying. A man called Ilberd is why they're the way they are, and Alphinaud was the one who trusted him - so he's been quite upset with himself. [ and he doesn't know how to help. ]

...Ilberd caused chaos in this world as well, mind you. But he's dead and gone.

…no. But- if we keep as wide a net as we can- surely we'll hear something of them in time. Certainly I'll do what I can to avoid that.

[He pulls his brother closer, beginning to purr again.] So- she has scales, then? Does she look more like a Xaela, or a Raen? [Bahamut looked dark enough, from what he hears- but that doesn't have to mean anything.] …and so he's thrown himself into studying. [well- there's worse things, probably. But-] He wouldn't object to cuddling, would he?

Hah… So we don't need to do anything, then. [Because someone who hurt their family would get what he thought they deserved.]

...You've got authority, don't you? If they do end up here... you'll protect them. We can probably attune you to my Linkpearl - do you have a spare one?

[ But he'll also give him his glyph. Somebody needs to look out for his bro. ] She's both Xaela scales, and a tail - and... wings. Quite impressive ones, hidden by rather smart clothes. [ pride pride... sad. ] We'll need to temper-proof you, but I'm sure he'd be fine with cuddles. [ Cuddles like he's giving! They don't need to think about Ilberd. Everything is fine. ]

I do- so if they appear here I can take them under my guard. [He nods.] I kept a few… just in case.

[the best brother he could ask for!] Ah- that's very different. Wings, too? I suppose it couldn't be helped, if… [He rumbles, nuzzling.] Of course- and I'll be careful. That's something to look forward to when I next see him! [They are very good cuddles- much better than thinking about taht guy.]

Then-- my earring, it has one as part of the craft. Isn't it quite nice?

[ He's purring, smiling. ] She's flown me before. It's... amazing.

[ ...Wait. His earring seems to be vibrating a little. Is somebody calling?! The Carbuncle suddenly seems to flinch - shit, what to do?! ]

Oh- very nice! How clever- I wouldn't have thought of that.

Flown- it must have been! I wonder- could I ask…?

[ah, wait- that's-] Your linkpearl? Should you answer it? …should I? [he can- maybe sound similar enough to pass.]

I'm sure, when we meet, that you could. Or-- we've got Dravanian as friends. And former Ishgardian dragons.

[ But the ringing is more important, right now, and there's a pause. And then he nods. ]

...Could you answer it?

Dravanians- and dragons! You've all been reaching out a lot…

[he nods, and reaches out to take it carefully. Hah- it's been a long time, but he can still do his best to sound like his brother…]

Yes? Hello?

[ The line is silent for a few moments, until the voice on the other side responds, so very apprehensively. ]

...Th'ancred?

[ He sounds a little different, but... ]

[He worries at the silence, tail flicking until she speaks- and then he needs a moment. Minfilia- but Th'ancred's spoken to her much more recently, so-]

It's me. Is everything all right?

I could ask you the same... Prastha.

[ While her tone seems a little harsh, her voice is wavering in general. She hoped to reach her cat, but instead-- ]

Ah-

[He pulls Th'ancred a little closer, biting his lip. Well- it has been ages since they tried this, so… perhaps it's not surprising. He'd like to hope he hasn't worried her too much, but from the sound of it…]

I'm all right. -'Ancred is too, we're together right now. We're safe.

[…and in the middle of Imperial forces, but. details.]

...You're alive, Prastha. You're-- alive.

[ She has to repeat it a few times to herself, a soft rumble even coming over the Linkpearl. ]

And you have-- thank the Twelve. He hasn't answered ever since he ran off.

I am. [he confirms, beginning to rumble back at her.]

You've been trying?

[…the damper, perhaps? He looks Th'ancred over again, concerned.]

I-- have. Every day - at first, every hour - for a week. I thought he may have...

[ Th'ancred looks - talking so Minfilia can hear, so she doesn't need to say what she was going to. ]

I've been out for a week? Prastha is keeping me safe - don't worry.
Please.

Minfilia…

[He nods, even if she can't see it.]

He'll be safe and sound when he gets back, I promise.

...Where have you been-- where are you? Prastha... it's been far too long!

I've been- um. Well- east of the Wall- I didn't mean to be stuck here so long, but- you knew that.

…I'm fine, though.

...Prastha... have you been working this entire time?

[ In other words - are you still with the Empire, she's asking. ]