[ Everything had gone to hell in a hand basket in Altissia. Luna had given everything she had and more to the final rite, to making sure Noctis came out of that fight as successful as possible. And sure enough, he'd come out on top. During the struggle, Ardyn had made his hideous appearance known in the most morbid way possible: a knife directly to her gut.
Words had been exchanged, and he'd been more than smug when he'd fled on his stupid airship.
The last thing she can clearly recall from life as a mortal is holding Noctis in her arms while water rained down on them, pressing the Ring of the Lucii into his palm and shielding him to the best of her abilities. She'd fully accepted death, had been ready to embrace her true fate for what it was.
...But then she'd awakened in a dark hotel room with her elder brother staring down at her with the most perplexed expression she'd ever seen him wear. She was confused too, of course. She felt tired and weak and cold. Strangely, she'd felt thirsty. She can remember having a brief conversation with her brother, who was gently trying to put the pieces together for her. It was only when he had placed her own hand against her chest that it hit her: she'd had no beating heart. That she wasn't needing to draw breath anymore.
Ravus had left her after a while despite her protests. Before he'd left, he'd assured her that Noctis had survived... which meant that the prince more than likely thought her dead. To be fair, he wouldn't be wrong. She'd hastily picked up their shared book and had written a quick note:
I hope you are feeling better. Whenever you feel healthy enough, we need to speak. It is urgent. I must ask that you tell no one. Please forgive me, Noctis.
-Lunafreya
She'd given the book to Umbra, along with the address of the hotel she'd been brought to, and he'd gone quickly to find their prince and deliver the message as per usual. Which brings them to the here and now -- she's sitting wearily on the edge of her bed, fidgeting almost restlessly. It's nightfall, and she feels like she needs to just go out and do something.
She'd spent the day experimenting. She'd tried to go outside after her brother had left, but the sun -- the one thing she'd promised to make sure stayed around -- had hurt so badly. She'd felt like she was on fire, honestly, and the fact that her skin was quite literally steaming and smoking had only served to confirm everything for her.
She's not sure what brought this on. Clearly, it had to do with the Chancellor -- it's the only thing she can think of. But perhaps Noctis will have more insight on these things when he gets here... maybe. She's almost nervous to see him, because she doesn't know how he's going to react. She's not even sure how she feels about this.
Pryna whines at her feet, and she leans down to lightly pet her companion. ] Myself as well, Pryna... whatever are we to do about this, hm?
...This could turn NSFW depending WHO KNOWS. Also SPOILERS 4 CHAPTER 9
Words had been exchanged, and he'd been more than smug when he'd fled on his stupid airship.
The last thing she can clearly recall from life as a mortal is holding Noctis in her arms while water rained down on them, pressing the Ring of the Lucii into his palm and shielding him to the best of her abilities. She'd fully accepted death, had been ready to embrace her true fate for what it was.
...But then she'd awakened in a dark hotel room with her elder brother staring down at her with the most perplexed expression she'd ever seen him wear. She was confused too, of course. She felt tired and weak and cold. Strangely, she'd felt thirsty. She can remember having a brief conversation with her brother, who was gently trying to put the pieces together for her. It was only when he had placed her own hand against her chest that it hit her: she'd had no beating heart. That she wasn't needing to draw breath anymore.
Ravus had left her after a while despite her protests. Before he'd left, he'd assured her that Noctis had survived... which meant that the prince more than likely thought her dead. To be fair, he wouldn't be wrong. She'd hastily picked up their shared book and had written a quick note:
I hope you are feeling better. Whenever you feel healthy enough, we need to speak. It is urgent. I must ask that you tell no one. Please forgive me, Noctis.
-Lunafreya
She'd given the book to Umbra, along with the address of the hotel she'd been brought to, and he'd gone quickly to find their prince and deliver the message as per usual. Which brings them to the here and now -- she's sitting wearily on the edge of her bed, fidgeting almost restlessly. It's nightfall, and she feels like she needs to just go out and do something.
She'd spent the day experimenting. She'd tried to go outside after her brother had left, but the sun -- the one thing she'd promised to make sure stayed around -- had hurt so badly. She'd felt like she was on fire, honestly, and the fact that her skin was quite literally steaming and smoking had only served to confirm everything for her.
She's not sure what brought this on. Clearly, it had to do with the Chancellor -- it's the only thing she can think of. But perhaps Noctis will have more insight on these things when he gets here... maybe. She's almost nervous to see him, because she doesn't know how he's going to react. She's not even sure how she feels about this.
Pryna whines at her feet, and she leans down to lightly pet her companion. ] Myself as well, Pryna... whatever are we to do about this, hm?