A good afternoon to you, Anon. It has been some time. Pray tell, is that your species, for you are clearly of none known to me, or your name? Perhaps a sobriquet of some sort?
As for your curiosity, while familiarity with the area is ideal, a summoning can be successful without. If I have a clear target and location, I can summon anything— from this side to that side, and that side to this side. However, while I may place much of myself through the portal, I must also maintain it. I cannot pass through quickly enough by my own power, and therefore require aid of the magnitude of Layle’s Bearer ability. Another common misconception, even among my people, is that the beasts I summon pass into this world by anything but their own will. To call it free will might be a stretch, but that is talk for another time.
“A pleasure, Amidatelion. My name is Rydia.” She responded with a short bow of her own. She did not mind the visitor’s answer, as Rydia was more than happy to help anyone that needed it. Sensing more of the visitor’s aura, she did not seem to be a threat. Powerful yes, but not a threat.
“I would be more than happy to show you to Baron.” She said, a smile appearing on her lips. “It is technically the capital of this part of the world. I was about to head over there myself.”
“Baron?” Unfamiliarity on both tongue and in mind— figuratively speaking— gave the Yuke pause, having no recollection of such a place on any map appropriated from the Royal Library. Apparent misunderstanding in conjunction with the sense of such strong magics from a presumed Selkie spoke of things gravely amiss. “Gracious an offer as that is, I wonder if I might first ask a question: from which of the four Tribes do you hail, Rydia?”
Seifer gave a simple nod and followed the suit of armour further into this strange new location.
“Introductions? Well if you’re that eager to talk about yourself you can go right ahead.” Seifer replied with a cocky smirk and a shrug, although he was quite curious as to what the figure was exactly..
Amidatelion led the irreverent visitor past dwellings of primeval design compared to those that lined the streets of Alfitaria, manifest through an ancient magic of memories long since lost to the poisonous mist that permeated the realm from which her people had recently returned.
“As I recall,” she replied, sparing not so much as a step for conversation, “common courtesy dictates the caller introduce himself first.” An eerily eyeless glance cast back at the boy. “Especially if he arrives unannounced.”
He looked at her blankly. His brain refused her statement, along with her sincerity. Others have told him that they were glad to see him many times before, but with such sarcasm or with resentment. He wasn’t quite sure how to reply. Without a smile, he simply said, “Yeah, me too,” as if it were routine, calmly glancing away. But he paused a moment, realizing how much he was glad to see her, and realizing how much she was glad to see him. So he smiled, an awkward tug at the lips. His voice became soft, “I really am.”
A low whine released at the pivot of her helm upon its axis, the metal coarse from over a year of neglect. While her slumber had been shorter than anticipated, to say the very least, Amidatelion was aware that much had transpired in her absence. Painfully so, in fact, as she felt in the depths of her soul at sight of his smile. “You… are well?”
Normally Seifer would love to defy the stranger’s orders, just to see how she would react, but he was trying to be kinder lately so he’d give this whole respect thing a shot. He sighed before storing Hyperion within his coat.
“Alright then…nice costume by the way. Tell me a little about this New Shella place then.”
“Too anxious for introductions, I see.” An observation, spoken plainly and without offense, for Amidatelion had her share of experience with the restless spirits of young men. Ignoring the comment clearly meant to incense, she beckoned with a curl of slender fingers. “Very well, follow me.”
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She looked up to the newcomer, a bit curious about their unique appearance. They did not have the familiar aura of an eidolon, but the visitor did seem powerful nonetheless. “Ah, hello there. Are you in need of any assistance?”
“I very well may be,” she confessed, bowing cordially before further exchange. “My name is Amidatelion, and it would seem I have lost my way.” The verdant woman’s own power rolled off her in waves, their mutual magics entwined in such a manner that the summoner felt an almost immediate kinship. “Would you be so kind as to direct me toward the capital city?”
A warm chuckle emits from the armor. “I honestly could not say— but as for Layle in particular, I’ve come to suppose it is more indifference on his part, than anything.”
“Yuke Tribe, huh?”
The captain kept a cautious hand on the rifle at his hip, watching the newcomer curiously. He had seen plenty of things stranger than an animated set of mail, but this was definitely unexpected. “You from Gran Pulse?” he asked, circling Amidatelion. “You’re welcome to stay here, but if you’re looking for trouble, you’ve come to the wrong place. Name’s Rygdea. You could say I’m the sheriff around here.”
Though she remained stationary in entirety aside from an anxious flutter of wings, the Yuke’s sight followed him full-circle. “I’m afraid I do not follow.”
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“You are correct, on all counts but one: should our armor be damaged, it is true that we can no longer stabilize our existence, but if an unoccupied suit is available, a ‘spiritual transference’ of sorts may be performed. I have personally experienced such twice in my time, though the second was not of my doing. In short, and disregard of the technicalities of my crystallization… Yes, I am.”
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“Greetings, young man. Though you are welcome in the city of New Shella, I must ask that you sheath your weapon before entering.”
