FFXIV JOBS  ▶  BARD

↳   The word “bard” ordinarily puts folk in mind of those itinerant minstrels, fair of voice and nimble of finger, who earn their coin performing in taverns and the halls of great lords. Few know, however, that bards in fact trace their origins back to the bowmen of eld, who sang in the heat of battle to fortify the spirits of their companions. In time, their impassioned songs came to hold sway over the hearts of men, inspiring their comrades to great feats and granting peace unto those who lay upon the precipice of death.

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Final Fantasy - Chaos Shrine

"I am glad as well that I haven't wronged you either." She smiles. That was the last thing that she wanted - to upset those that had saved her, those that she owed her very life to. She sighs then and says, "My apologies. I feel that lately I cannot do anything right." If only she had not turned down the one she had once held so very dear perhaps she wouldn't have needed to be rescued. She wondered then if he always held her so dear or if she was just necessary for him to obtain whatever it was he desired - power, her kingdom, wealth, even someone that would fulfill his desires of having someone like her by his side for all eternity.  But she couldn't imagine herself being trapped in that darkly lit and terrifying place such as the Chaos Shrine so perhaps it was better that she was returned home and safe within the castle's walls. 

The warrior beside her... She wasn't sure what to think. He was enigmatic as when she had first laid eyes on all of them, but she knew that she grateful to them and wanted nothing more for them to be happy and safe. She also knew that she would do whatever she could to help them on their journey. In her heart, she knew that she could not travel with them as inexperienced as she was, but she wanted to do something, anything to help. Lukahn had made mention that the old archives in the castle would shed more light on the mysterious powers of her lute, but she had never been able to find such scrolls. Perhaps she'd have better luck or perhaps there was someone else out there in the world that would be able to better assist the warriors when it came to the unknown powers of an ancient hierloom like hers.

"No wounds? You are very lucky! Even those in the training yard with Sir Garland always left with some manner of scratch or bruise. He never seemed to hold back his power even when training new recruits." 

Leading the way to the music room, her thoughts swirled. She really did want to go with them, but she knew it wasn't smart and she knew her parents would both protest. She sighed. Such was the life of a sheltered princess. They passed many rooms and nooks and crannies and she could feel the eyes of the servants on them as they walked passed. It was probably odd to them to see their princess walking around the castle with one of her saviors - still fresh from battle. They meant no harm, she knew, but still she didn't like the staring. She felt like something was wrong with her and she wondered what they thought, too, of her rejection to Garland. 

She giggles and says, "I know that you will. Something in me tells me so. I don't know much about my lute other than what I have told you. If on your long journey, you should find someone that could tell you more about it, perhaps they could also tell you why Sir Garland took it, too. There is also one other gift that I would like to give you, but I'd have to receive my father's blessings first. It is... more sacred than this lute to our kingdom. It is a sword of legend passed down through generations in the royal family."

Ah; it seems he had misunderstood her hesitation, and he berates himself silently. With his knowledge of people, amounting to near none, he shouldn't be so quick to assume these things - once again, he feels he owes her an apology. "I see. My pardons, for the misunderstanding ..." Though he isn't clear on what the 'suitors' she speaks of are - those looking to parley, perhaps? - it seems that he may have been too overbearing. There is not much of him to lay bare, in any case. He shakes his head, but meets her gaze, as it seems to be what she wishes of him. His eyes are bright and unspeakably clear, like crystals glittering in the sun. "You haven't offended me, Your Highness. Rather, I am glad to know I haven't wronged you." Satisfied with having said his piece, the Warrior of Light falls silent for a time, content to let the Princess speak.

Observing her, he finds that she does command his respect, though not as he would have first expected. Contrary to a supreme presence, one that would outshine everything in its vicinity, the Princess of Cornelia is happy to lower herself for those beneath her; it reminds him of candlelight, which shines for the benefit of the people, where before he has served in the ranks of a dying star, blinding through no fault of its own. Yet the result is the same in the end: warmth, and light. No matter what form it might take, the light is always what he will look towards. Her Highness is someone deserving of his regard.

He will save this world and this country, he confirms to himself. He had already intended it, had seen it as the natural order, the only thing he could do. It still is, but he now has another reason. He does not want the Princess' light to flicker and die out, for that very warmth which she exudes to consume her and leave only melted wax behind. It would not be so severe as a star going supernova, it would not ignite the world as they know it in a blaze of godly fire, but the difference would be known and immutable. For the people of this Kingdom, as well - living in darkness, however faint it is, is not a fate they deserve. It is not a fate that can once again come to pass under his watch.

As she rises, he haltingly does the same - is that what she prefers? It's the impression he gets. "Garland couldn't strike past my shield," he says, and how unnatural that had felt, "I have no wounds that must heal. I thank you all the same for consideration."

"If you are certain ..." With no further arguments, the Warrior of Light nods his head. "I will gladly accept anything you see fit to bestow upon me - or us." His allies, of course, he must also speak for. Admittedly, he cannot say he understands how a lute will prove helpful in a journey of blood and battle, nor why Garland of all people would steal such a thing - but he does not understand a lot of things. He should accept them as they are given. "I promise to take care of it to the best of my abilities." He should sooner let his body break than precious belongings so kindly lent to him.

she breathes a sigh of relief. she worried that another mirage attack was imminent despite the warrior of light's best efforts but to know that this traveler hadn't heard of anything like that put her at ease. though she would have to make inquiries all the same she knew that they were safe in the current moment. "that's a relief! i was worried some stray mirage would come knocking!" she gives the other woman a soft smile and continues, "oh? you are?" hmm... "well, let's start with the basics! where are you from?"

༊⋆｡˚                                  oh  ?  where  were  her  manners  ?!  —-  a  quick    (  a  graceful  as  possible  )  bow  was  sent  the  princess’  way  ,  sweet  smile  accompanying  .  she  was  grateful  to  know  she  could  receive  such  help  .  ❛    i  haven’t  heard  of  another  mirage  attack  ..  ❜  she  spoke  quietly  but  she  w  o  r  r  i  e  d  that  one  could  happen  ,  ❛  ..  i’m  actually  a  little  lost  .    ❜

"n-no. not really, i suppose." there was a beauty she had gathered in the use of such magics but she was more interested in what magics her lute held and how she could use them in battle. she remembered fighting her father to be allowed to even practise such things and how she would travel outside of the castle to learn from a traveling bard, but black magics... no, it wasn't something she had ever been interested in. mostly because it brought back bad memories of her kidnapping. healing magics, light magics... that was where her curiosity and skill lay. 

"i tend to... avoid all manner of dark magic if that's what you want to call it." her lips purse and she casts her gaze elsewhere. "i'm more interested in those of the light, but i suppose if my father were to have his way, i wouldn't be interested in any." she sighs. "forgive me. i shouldn't speak ill of him especially since you are newly employed here."

she   hummed,   lips   lightly   compressed   together.   there   was   a   lot   of   mull-over,   to   be   honest.   her   position   was   certainly   granted   by   both   her   beauty   &   mastery   in   black   magics   but   ...   fina   was   to   be   in   charge   of   a   group   of   fledgling   mages   who   would   look   to   her   for   guidance.   lashes   fluttered   with   the   slightest   eye   roll;   she   was   not   for   those   sorts   of   things.   &   considering   the   older   students   were   also   around   her   &   the   princess's   age,   some   might   want   to   breach   boundaries.   cruel,   yes.   sadistic   even   but   she   was   never,   ever   unethical   —   she'd   have   to   break   some   hearts   evidently.   her   heart   belonged   to   only   one   anyway.     

❝   thank   you   ...  ❞   there   was   a   brief   hesitation,   then   she   proceeded.   ❝   are   the   arcane   arts   not   to   your   liking?   ❞   she   asked,   a   touch   of   amusement   playing   on   rose   tiers.   the   princess   expressed   not   having   gone   there   often,   so   the   assumption   lingered   in   the   air.  

"i know i've said as much, but still i would like to meet him all the same. perhaps he can come with you on one of your visits if he is not too busy?" cordelia would also enjoy the company. very rarely did she get to enjoy having friends her age in the castle and though there were lots of children around her age in the town, there was still a clear divide between them - royalty and not. she knew that eiko and even her young friend would treat her little sister no different than eiko treated her now. "i'd like that very much! another tea party sounds lovely! we could even invite my friend, luci's wife. she is a very pretty lady and though i've only met her on a few ocassions, she is rather nice! but to think your friend, garnet, would be queen so young-! i'd like to meet her some day, too. perhaps we can even give each other... pointers on running a kingdom or some such thing like that!"

"i've dabbled in craft making here and there. i've only ever managed to attach a string to small jewels in the time that i have, but i always wanted to try more!" sarah was probably more skilled at music-making and singing than she was with her hands like eiko. not that she minded much. she couldn't be good at everything which she knew her governess was annoyed about. she was aprincess so naturally she had to be good at everything! "all right. i shall do that." she nods. "your moogle friends?? will they be coming here?" her eyes lit up. "are they as fluffy and soft as you say? they are always welcome here in cornelia! i'll make sure their every need is taken care of too!" her thoughts about contacting people were all but forgotten in the wake of moogles. how she wanted to meet them right this instant!!

"yes, let's! i figure once we 'exterminate' the weeds we can truly begin decorating the garden as we see fit! i believe my father kept a few gardening tools around for me to use. it's been a while since i've been here," preoccupied with her thoughts of garland and the warrior of light as she was. "so we can pretend it's like a game of hide-and-seek! the supplies are obviously hiding so we have to find them as seekers! does that sound fun?"

❛  ooh, he is! he knows more cool spells than just fire!  ❜ she prattles, wanting to speak good of her sidekick. vivi is still such a timid boy, eiko can't help but mention him in a positive light. he may not be here now, but she thinks he deserves some recognition. ❛  duly noted! i don't think all of them can come, though: one of them is a queen, actually. her name is garnet!  ❜ eiko feels fond, adding, ❛  she's a little younger than you, but she's like my big sister! she's really smart and nice, so i think you'll hit it off, sarah. i wish the three of us could have one big tea party together...  ❜ it'd be a nice dream to think about. 

❛  i've always wanted to try my hands at making stuff. grandpa says i'm good with my hands!  ❜ her years of practice come from making her signature rock-fisted potato stew, after all! ❛  but definitely, we'll need your governess and her father. we don't need everything right away, so i'll let you handle with contacting them.  ❜ she ponders, tapping her chin. ❛  and maybe my moogles might have some old things they don't need anymore for us to recycle as decorations...  ❜ garnet might also have some old things she probably doesn't need either, but eiko feels guilty if her friend is busy. after all, garnet is younger than sarah, but is already trying to run a kingdom. maybe beatrix could help instead? beatrix always knows what to do.

❛  i like the sound of that!  ❜ she approvingly nods, pumping up a fist. ❛  we'll be weed exterminators for now, and then we'll go check for decorations. i don't want your pretty dress to get dirty, so i could pull the weeds while you can hold up a bag for me, sarah. how about that?  ❜

"you're absolutely positive there is nothing that you want to change between the two of you?" an eyebrow raises, but then she quickly recovers. "forgive me. that is too bold of me to ask of you. i can understand how you must feel though." she thinks of her own parents trying to arrange marriages for her (out of the goodness of their hearts) and all of the suitors that would come calling to vye for her hand. it was... tiresome sometimes. they would tell her how beautiful she was, how she was a light amidst the darkness of their world, and how they had traveled far and wide just to see her silvery smile. perhaps it was the same for miwa, too. "i have had my own parents try to arrange marriages for me and even random men fight for my affections. i can only guess as to how you feel."

she frowns. "oh! well, that is such a shame. perhaps he is as prickly as you say because he has people he wants to protect from strangers? i suppose that would be me if i were in his shoes. but you have a group, you say? are they also your friends? may i meet them instead?"

oh, not again... miwa is inclined to believe there is some unknown force of the universe trying to bring her together with him... why is everyone so determined about that?! she doesn't get it!!! ❛  absolutely nothing needs to be changed between us,  ❜ she stubbornly insists, hating that her face is warm. ❛  nothing. nada. zilch. zero.  ❜ ( knowing him, he would probably give chase if she tried running away from him, and he'd be a step closer to killing her if she says the wrong thing. she remembered he already didn't react well when he found out she openly welcomed the other sara on their campus... ) 

immediately, she is alarmed. ❛  no, don't! he's quite... crass, your highness! sometimes i thought about washing his mouth with soap!  ❜ miwa feels lame: in truth, kurasame knows how to properly censor himself in front of people—but sarah doesn't need to know that. ❛  and he's always training and overworking himself, and he's too stubborn to hang out with others outside our little group. you're better off not meeting him.  ❜

her eyes widen. everyone in cornelia, she believed, was relatively well cared for when it came to illnesses. she had read in the royal archives of mysterious illnesses centuries ago in the kingdom that many had attributed to 'chaos' or 'the darkness' but they hadn't been seen since. she had read of many losing their lives to the dark disease and was thankful that there was nothing like that in her time. how had her ancestors fared in such a time? did it put strain on the relationship between the royals and their citizens? did many blame the upperclass for their struggles? she wasn't sure how she would be handle such things if she had been in their position. she wondered if it was like that for sabin. if it was struggle for him during those times of sickness and she wondered how he got through it all aside from the training he had mentioned. did he have somewhere there to hold his hand and encourage him? she'd like to think so. 

"oh that's terrible!" sarah frowns. "but it is good that you are so well now! i wouldn't be able to tell that you ever used to be so frail as you put it. you must have had a very good and skilled instructor!" she thinks of her own instructors - the traveling bard that taught her how to use her voice and her lute in battle and of biggs and wedge teaching her how to use a sword in case she ever needed one to defend herself (again).

"oh, um..." she bites her lip and looks around. thankfully the antiques shop is just ahead and she points (it's rather unladylike) and says, "t-there is the antiques shop!" she stands up and continues, "n-never mind about my, um, family and my sister! shall we proceed to the shop? i'm sure mistress sophia will have what you're seeking." a tinge of red can be spied on her cheeks as she begins walking, not leaving sabin with much of an opportunity at the immediate moment to question her. she knows it is unbecoming, but she also didn't want to lie. that was also very unladylike, too, and she wasn't sure she was quite ready yet to tell him of her status. she was sure that all of her people knew , but for travelers from far and wide... well, that was another story and she knew it was reckless to come out here without an escort with some many strangers afoot. 

she calls back after him, "i believe last time mistress sophia had a flute in stock. maybe she will have a guitar this time? and you can tell me more about your time playing such an instrument!"

in times like these, sabin thinks it's better to not tell people he's a prince. it's not that he feels ashamed for who he is now, but rather, he simply sees no point in admitting that: after all, sabin is very content and comfortable with his life as a monk. but still, he easily admits, ❛  well, i remember some things. see, when i was still a little kid, i was actually quite frail and was ill often, so i wasn't really allowed to ride horses.  ❜ sabin grins. ❛  the me you're talking to right now is the result of over twenty years of extensive training! wild, huh? i can totally handle horses and carriages now with no problems!  ❜

it's a shame that edgar couldn't have one too. sabin hopes he could take his brother and relm here one day. those two would most likely team up against him and edgar would spoil her. sabin would like that. ❛  you should! but if you live here, wouldn't your family be able to buy these by themselves? that reminds me... how come they're not with you today?  ❜ he is actually quite curious about that... why is she wandering around a festival all by herself if she has family here?

but all of his suspicions immediately becomes forgotten as he swallows the last of his snack and dusts his hands off, his eyes glistening happily. ❛  musical instruments? she wouldn't happen to have guitars, would she...? i used to play guitar when i was younger! it was such a nice hobby... if you can play an instrument too, then we can play together, sarah! it'd be fun!  ❜

a dojo? that sounded entirely unorthodox to her. there had been nothing at all like it in the kingdom, but she supposed things were much different now. at least that's what she assumed given the state of things. she remembered the world being much more vibrant and not as dark and dreary as it was now. what had happened during all that time she had been...

with her head tilted, she looks the man in front of her up-and-down and thinks to herself how strange he looks but then again she supposes she looks just as strange. she could feel the stares on her now as she stuck out like a sore thumb. if only she had thought to change before she had left, but all her clothes were regal and however long it had been since she had lost so much, whatever was left had to have been eaten by moths or other creatures. "my name is sarah. 'tis nice to meet you, sir sabin." she replies with her hands firmly clasped in front of her. 

"i seem to be rather lost. if i may, could you please tell me where i am? i've never seen such a place before." the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. she had to change her dress soon. if the ones that had attacked her kingdom were still out there, surely they would be notifyed of her presence here. she couldn't risk that. if there was any way to restore her kingdom, her people, him... she'd find a way and she'd do it. "i remember the world being much... prettier than this. what happened? did the enemy attack here, too?"

"and yes, i should like to accompany you. i'd like to see what a 'dojo' is and if possible acquire some new clothing. you see," perhaps she should've led with this. "a formidable enemy attacked my kingdom and i'm afraid they're after me."

sabin had stopped by south figaro to see what was left of the old dojo master duncan used to own here—but in the midst of his absentmindedness, he feels himself colliding with something smaller than him. stopping abruptly, he looks down and widens his eyes at the sight of a woman. he is puzzled by her odd attire, as they looked rather out of the ordinary for a town like this, but he still shows genuine concern as he smiles and replies, ❛  oh, it's nothin'! if anything, i'm sorry too for not paying attention, ma'am! all is forgiven!  ❜ 

welcomingly, he adds, ❛  i'm sabin! are you on your way somewhere?  ❜ after all, ever since kefka turned the world into this, there is hardly a moment of repose for people, especially town citizens. sabin came here under the impression that no one would pay him any attention since celes told him to stay lowkey.

❛  you seem like you didn't know your way around, so if you'd like, you could stick with me.  ❜ he gives a small grin. ❛  but then again, i don't know if a lady would like to visit a dojo anyway... i was heading over there just now.  ❜ 

the green knight starters

❝ look, see a world that holds more wonders than any since the earth was born. ❞   ❝ let me tell you instead a new tale. ❞   ❝ so stay a while. rest. and make yourself content. ❞ ❝ and if death awaits me? ❞ ❝ surely your knights have spilled enough blood in your name to bind them closer to you than i. ❞ ❝ good to have one’s family by one’s side. ❞   ❝ i recognize but i do not know you. ❞ ❝ what is this? a trick? ❞ ❝ and this is what you want most in life? ❞ ❝ green is the color of earth, of living things, of life. ❞ ❝ the world is fit for all manner of mysteries. ❞ ❝ you are not very good with questions. ❞ ❝ surely a knight knows something of love. ❞ ❝ i never knew so many books even existed. ❞ ❝ what if i wanted to sit by your side and take your hand and have your ear? ❞ ❝ do you still fancy me? do i make you happy? ❞ ❝ green is what is left when ardor fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. ❞ ❝ when you return, you will come with your head held high. ❞ ❝ this is how silly men perish. ❞ ❝ you rest your bones, my brave little knight. ❞ ❝ where you off to? a knightly quest? ❞ ❝ all dead. no one to bury them. ❞ ❝ by nightfall, you will be at the doorway of your destiny. ❞ ❝ i promise, you will not come to harm. ❞ ❝ why greatness? why is goodness not enough? ❞ ❝ are you really going to go? ❞ ❝ you’ll do this one thing, you return home a changed man, an honorable man? just like that? ❞ ❝ keep your five fingers strong, your five senses sharp. ❞ ❝ you have mud on your face. ❞ ❝ is it wrong to want greatness for you? ❞ ❝ i’ve been waiting for you. did you not hear me calling? ❞ ❝ what do you expect me to do? ❞ ❝ i am the luckiest here today because i am amongst you. ❞ ❝ do not take your place amongst legends idly. ❞ ❝ though my will longs to leap across this table and meet you, my body will not follow. ❞ ❝ you tell me a tale of yourself, so that i might know you. ❞ ❝ i’ve got no guts for merriment this year. ❞   ❝ i need…i need a sword. ❞ ❝ i dare say every table in this land has heard of you and sung your song. ❞ ❝ i know more than just your name. ❞ ❝ well, come on in if you want. ❞ ❝ perhaps you think that i am something i’m not. ❞ ❝ why would you ask me that? why would you ever ask me that? ❞ ❝ are you real, or are you a spirit? ❞ ❝ you are at the end of your quest. a little sooner than you expected, perhaps. but such is the case for us all. ❞ ❝ i am just a lost traveler, seeking rest for the night. ❞ ❝ did my father send for you? ❞ ❝ are you certain there is nothing you wish to give me? ❞ ❝ what will you say if i asked you to make me your lady? ❞ ❝ i do not know of any man who has not marched up to greet death before his time. ❞ ❝ were you afraid? ❞ ❝ you have had a year to find courage. ❞ ❝ come, come home. come home with me. ❞ ❝ i never asked for your company anyway! ❞ ❝ what witchcraft is this? ❞ ❝ go that way and your doom is at hand. ❞ ❝ unhand me and let us go our ways. ❞ ❝ fear not. you’ve only slept through the night. ❞ ❝ which direction are you headed? ❞ ❝ i will eat and give thanks and then take my leave. ❞ ❝ how do you know my name? ❞ ❝ you will find no mercy. no happy end. ❞ ❝ i don’t want your games, or your gifts, or your kindness. ❞ ❝ there’s an enchantment sewn into its threads. wear it and you will never be struck down. ❞ ❝ do you believe in magic, in witchcraft? ❞ ❝ do not touch me. ❞ ❝ i’ve lost something. will you help me find it? ❞ ❝ i’m very sorry. i…i did not see you. ❞ ❝ i fear i am not meant for greatness. ❞ ❝ stand up and face me! ❞ ❝ make a move or i shall make mine. ❞ ❝ let’s just stay here. come. let’s just stay here. ❞   ❝ i’ve got time. i’ve got lots of time. ❞   ❝ out my window this morning i looked, and i saw a land shaped by your hands. ❞ ❝ i look out upon my friends here today and i see songs no muse could ever sing or dream of. ❞ ❝ no. i’m not ready yet. ❞   ❝ i’ll finish this quest for you. ❞

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY SYDNEY o(^▽^)oI HOPE YOU WILL FIND THE DARKNESS TO YOUR LIGHT THIS YEAR ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY SYDNEY ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ MAY GARLAND BE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TOUCH YOU ON THIS SACRED DAY ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

thank you jenny !! 😭😭❤ this sounds so dirty tho... 😳

"Is that it?" Sarah was always surrounded by those she cared - never knowing what it would be like to be without friends or family. She wondered what that was like for somebody like Neon. Maybe in a different life, Sarah's life would be much different. Maybe she would rule her kingdom without her parents and Mia there by her side. Here and now it wasn't like that and Sarah was sad for the silver haired girl. Maybe there was some way for her to help. Each year the minister kept records on all of the citizens of Cornelia and while Sarah had never met Neon before her employment at the castle, she was sure that somewhere in the minister's records would be the answers to all of Neon's questions!

Taking in the sights of city, she closes her eyes for a moment letting the sounds of the citizens wash over her. This moment of peace... She wanted to keep the people's happiness and the light that they were blessed with for all of time. Though some would say it was boring or monotonous, Sarah found the beauty in these times. In these times were children allowed to grow up happily and free of strife, people were able to travel to other lands and trade was able to flourish. These simply times... she wanted them to last forever.

Opening her eyes, she turns to Neon and says, "I cannot imagine what's that like." She frowns. "It must be hard not knowing where you come from. You're very strong, Neon, to go on as you have, but if you'll permit me, I have an idea." The corners of her lips turn up in a smile and she clasps her hands together in her lap. Kids ran through the streets in front of them, laughing and giggling as they played at a game of protecting the kingdom from some ne'er-do-well. 

"I was thinking that the minister would have records of every citizen of Cornelia. It is part of his duties, after all. Perhaps there is a record of your parents in the castle. Would you like to go looking for it? I'm sure the minister won't mind if I ask him and if he has any complaints... Well, I'll just take it up with my mother and father." There had to be some kind of record, some paper of them. They couldn't have just vanished without a trace, could they? Whatever came of this search, Sarah wanted to do her utmost to help the other girl as best she could. 

While she wouldn't have just run away when Sarah came to the fountain, she wasn't expecting to sit with her. Of course if Sarah did run, well it wouldn't reflect very well on her as a Knight of Cornelia, and also it would mean getting an earful from Garland later. Shaking bad memories was hard, they haunted her in her nightmares, the things she saw that day, what they had to do to push Jack to his limit, what it ultimately turned Neon and the others into. But those were all they were now, memories, this was a new beginning, a new start.

And come to think of it, she never did get to know the princess through any of their previous interactions.

Pulling her hood back, she let her silvery hair out, even among the others, her appearance was odd. There weren't that many people with silver hair and bright green eyes. Of course, now Neon knew this was due to the experiments done on her by the Lufenians as an infant, but she still couldn't help feeling like she stood out like a sore thumb. "Ah, of course your Majes--Sarah, sorry!" She cleared her throat, and took a seat next to the princess.

Most of her body was still covered by the long coat, another thing that made her stand out against Cornelia's mostly bright and colorful aesthetic. She placed her hands on her lap, gripping at the materials of her dark coat. She often tried to hide herself, fearing being recognized even though such a thing was impossible, given the time loops, but she often chose to hide herself as penance for actions she committed as the Fire Fiend.

"I was just... lost in thought. I..." She gripped at the material of her coat once more. "I've spent so much of my life traveling with Gar--Jack, and the others, I have no memories of when I was a child."

She looked over to Sarah. "I learned in my travels that my parents were from Cornelia. I... I want to know more about them, but I don't anything about them, what they look like, what their names are, or if they're even alive."