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	<br>Lillith did not linger long in the North, taking to the back of her Chocobo once more. Even with his injury, traveling via Kai would be quicker than running and the Miqo’te knew that she needed to get back to Gridania. If this shroud had seen so much devastation, then how much worse was it back at home? What had been that creature that broken free from the moon? Was it a new war machine of the Garelean Empire, or something much worse? Dozens of questions danced through Lillith’s mind as her mount bore her through the flames, but at the fore front of it all, her concern was if everyone she loved had survived this tragedy, Daelmont included. When she finally arrived back at the Adder camp just outside of Gridania, she was greeted with utter chaos as soldiers ran about trying to put out fires, others screamed in pain, holding broken limbs or burned flesh, and there were those who didn’t make any noise at all, lost either to death or unconsciousness. She didn't pause to ask for new orders, nor did anyone try to stop her, there were too many people panicking for those higher in rank to maintain a structured approach. Just a head Lillith could see it, what used to be the tent that housed the various maps and pieces of parchment that held enemy intelligence; it was crushed beneath a giant shard of metal. Slowly she moved around it, eyes scanning the area as her heart threatened to tear itself from her chest with every beat. Soon the searching orbs found the familiar form of Daelmont relief flooding her system eve as a frown began to form on her lips. Her mind finally began to make sense of what she was seeing. The man whom had once been her closest friend was kneeling on the ground in a puddle of dark, almost black liquid. He was rocking back and forth with his head bowed and something held close against him. At first, it was difficult to tell what it was amidst all the blood, but with a jolt Lillith realized that Daelmont was cradling the upper half of what had used to be Meloette.		<br>Lillith did not linger long in the North, taking to the back of her Chocobo once more. Even with his injury, traveling via Kai would be quicker than running and the Miqo’te knew that she needed to get back to Gridania. If this shroud had seen so much devastation, then how much worse was it back at home? What had been that creature that broken free from the moon? Was it a new war machine of the Garelean Empire, or something much worse? Dozens of questions danced through Lillith’s mind as her mount bore her through the flames, but at the fore front of it all, her concern was if everyone she loved had survived this tragedy, Daelmont included. When she finally arrived back at the Adder camp just outside of Gridania, she was greeted with utter chaos as soldiers ran about trying to put out fires, others screamed in pain, holding broken limbs or burned flesh, and there were those who didn’t make any noise at all, lost either to death or unconsciousness. She didn't pause to ask for new orders, nor did anyone try to stop her, there were too many people panicking for those higher in rank to maintain a structured approach. Just a head Lillith could see it, what used to be the tent that housed the various maps and pieces of parchment that held enemy intelligence; it was crushed beneath a giant shard of metal. Slowly she moved around it, eyes scanning the area as her heart threatened to tear itself from her chest with every beat. Soon the searching orbs found the familiar form of Daelmont relief flooding her system eve as a frown began to form on her lips. Her mind finally began to make sense of what she was seeing. The man whom had once been her closest friend was kneeling on the ground in a puddle of dark, almost black liquid. He was rocking back and forth with his head bowed and something held close against him. At first, it was difficult to tell what it was amidst all the blood, but with a jolt Lillith realized that Daelmont was cradling the upper half of what had used to be Meloette.

−	<br>Happiness suddenly swelled within her, her eyes growing wide as it did. She was dead. Meloette was dead and Lillith was not. Now…now Daelmont would have no choice but to love her! Just as those thoughts danced through her mind, the Elezen looked up. His face was pale and splattered with blood; tracks left in it by the tears that streamed down his face. His lips were twisted back in an expression of grief as his eyes stared into hers, a look of sheer desperation and horror painted within them. Suddenly, Lillith hated herself. It bubbled up from her stomach, rising like bile that soon left her leaning over the side of her Chocobo and spilling the contents of her stomach onto the ruined ground. What was wrong with her? How twisted was she, how demented, that her first reaction to the horrific death of a comrade, was happiness? Happiness at what? Daelmont losing the one he loved? At him having to pull her broken body from the wreckage of the burning world, to see her injuries and be consumed with so much hopelessness and despair that all he could do was cling to her dead body like a child holding a stuffed animal? Had Lillith’s desire of his love truly left her so warped, or had the Miqo’te been like that from the beginning? If that was the case, the young Elezen man had been more than right to rebuff her affections. The Adder was left reeling, a sickening feeling settling deep within the core of her soul as she snapped the reins of Kai’s barding and escaped from the scene before her. She told herself she was going to get help. That she was going to find a healer, or one of the Padjal who had remained behind. But the truth was she was running, and Lillith didn’t know if she would ever stop.	+	<br>Happiness suddenly swelled within her, her eyes growing wide as it did. She was dead. Meloette was dead and Lillith was not. Now…now Daelmont would have no choice but to love her! Just as those thoughts danced through her mind, the Elezen looked up. His face was pale and splattered with blood; tracks left in it by the tears that streamed down his face. His lips were twisted back in an expression of grief as his eyes stared into hers, a look of sheer desperation and horror painted within them. Suddenly, Lillith hated herself. It bubbled up from her stomach, rising like bile that soon left her leaning over the side of her Chocobo and spilling the contents of her stomach onto the ruined ground. What was wrong with her? How twisted was she, how demented, that her first reaction to the horrific death of a comrade, was happiness? Happiness at what? Daelmont losing the one he loved? At him having to pull her broken body from the wreckage of the burning world, to see her injuries and be consumed with so much hopelessness and despair that all he could do was cling to her dead body like a child holding a stuffed animal? Had Lillith’s desire for his love truly left her so warped, or had the Miqo’te been like that from the beginning? If that was the case, the young Elezen man had been more than right to rebuff her affections. The Adder was left reeling, a sickening feeling settling deep within the core of her soul as she snapped the reins of Kai’s barding and escaped from the scene before her. She told herself she was going to get help. That she was going to find a healer, or one of the Padjal who had remained behind. But the truth was she was running, and Lillith didn’t know if she would ever stop.

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 <br>As the world continued to turn to fire around them Lillith moved forward, intent on getting out of the village before it turned into a ragging inferno. She knew that towards the far North was an Ixali encampment, and there was a good chance she’d be able to see the child safely to her kin. Luck seemed to favor Lillith on her journey, as it had since the moment she’d like Gridania proper, for as she trudged through ash and flame, a loud shrill, bird-like call, reached her ears from the path above. Continuing along slowly, it was not long before the form of an adult Ixali seemed to materialize like a ghost from the smoke that billowed through the trees. It screeched in surprise, immediately drawing a curved dagger, though Lillith was quick to bring her free hand upwards, palm out showing she meant no harm, in her arms the child cooed softly.  There was little doubt that the adult Ixali before her was a relative to the young creature she held, why else would it be standing in the midst of the burning shroud, calling out in such a manner? The Miqo’te continued to stand still, doing her best to show with her body language that she meant no ill against it. It did not take long for the creature to read the cue, and with a quick motion the Ixali sheathed their blade and began to move towards Lillith, arms open to receive the child. As soon as it was back in the arms of its parent, it let out a happy chirp, nuzzling its beak against the adult’s chest as it hugged the little one in turn. Lillith couldn’t help but smile at the small scene before her. Even as everything in Eorzea seemed to burn, there was this one moment of happiness, and that brought a warmth to the solider that had nothing to do with the flames consuming the forest. Soon the Ixali was jogging away from the solider and her chocobo, but before the bird disappeared into the smoke once more, it turned to Lillith and bowed its head, remaining like that for several long moments before it was off and running, hopefully returning to a safe haven that would see them through the blaze.
-<br>Lillith did not linger long in the North, taking to the back of her Chocobo once more. Even with his injury, traveling via Kai would be quicker than running and the Miqo’te knew that she needed to get back to Gridania. If this shroud had seen so much devastation, then how much worse was it back at home? What had been that creature that broken free from the moon? Was it a new war machine of the Garelean Empire, or something much worse? Dozens of questions danced through Lillith’s mind as her mount bore her through the flames, but at the fore front of it all, her concern was if everyone she loved had survived this tragedy, Daelmont included. When she finally arrived back at the Adder camp just outside of Gridania, she was greeted with utter chaos as soldiers ran about trying to put out fires, others screamed in pain, holding broken limbs or burned flesh, and there were those who didn’t make any noise at all, lost either to death or unconsciousness. She didn't pause to ask for new orders, nor did anyone try to stop her, there were too many people panicking for those higher in rank to maintain a structured approach. Just a head Lillith could see it, what used to be the tent that housed the various maps and pieces of parchment that held enemy intelligence; it was crushed beneath a giant shard of metal. Slowly she moved around it, eyes scanning the area as her heart threatened to tear itself from her chest with every beat.  Soon they found the familiar form of Daelmont and relief flooded her system though a frown began to form on her lips as her mind finally began to make sense of what she was seeing. The man whom had once been her closest friend was kneeling on the ground, rocking back and forth with his head bowed and something held close against him. At first, it was difficult to tell what it was amidst all the blood, but with a jolt Lillith realized that Daelmont was cradling the upper half of what had used to be Meloette.
+<br>Lillith did not linger long in the North, taking to the back of her Chocobo once more. Even with his injury, traveling via Kai would be quicker than running and the Miqo’te knew that she needed to get back to Gridania. If this shroud had seen so much devastation, then how much worse was it back at home? What had been that creature that broken free from the moon? Was it a new war machine of the Garelean Empire, or something much worse? Dozens of questions danced through Lillith’s mind as her mount bore her through the flames, but at the fore front of it all, her concern was if everyone she loved had survived this tragedy, Daelmont included. When she finally arrived back at the Adder camp just outside of Gridania, she was greeted with utter chaos as soldiers ran about trying to put out fires, others screamed in pain, holding broken limbs or burned flesh, and there were those who didn’t make any noise at all, lost either to death or unconsciousness. She didn't pause to ask for new orders, nor did anyone try to stop her, there were too many people panicking for those higher in rank to maintain a structured approach. Just a head Lillith could see it, what used to be the tent that housed the various maps and pieces of parchment that held enemy intelligence; it was crushed beneath a giant shard of metal. Slowly she moved around it, eyes scanning the area as her heart threatened to tear itself from her chest with every beat.  Soon the searching orbs found the familiar form of Daelmont relief flooding her system eve as a frown began to form on her lips. Her mind finally began to make sense of what she was seeing. The man whom had once been her closest friend was kneeling on the ground in a puddle of dark, almost black liquid. He was rocking back and forth with his head bowed and something held close against him. At first, it was difficult to tell what it was amidst all the blood, but with a jolt Lillith realized that Daelmont was cradling the upper half of what had used to be Meloette.
 <br>Happiness suddenly swelled within her, her eyes growing wide as it did. She was dead. Meloette was dead and Lillith was not. Now…now Daelmont would have no choice but to love her! Just as those thoughts danced through her mind, the Elezen looked up. His face was pale and splattered with blood; tracks left in it by the tears that streamed down his face. His lips were twisted back in an expression of grief as his eyes stared into hers, a look of sheer desperation and horror painted within them. Suddenly, Lillith hated herself. It bubbled up from her stomach, rising like bile that soon left her leaning over the side of her Chocobo and spilling the contents of her stomach onto the ruined ground. What was wrong with her? How twisted was she, how demented, that her first reaction to the horrific death of a comrade, was happiness? Happiness at what? Daelmont losing the one he loved? At him having to pull her broken body from the wreckage of the burning world, to see her injuries and be consumed with so much hopelessness and despair that all he could do was cling to her dead body like a child holding a stuffed animal? Had Lillith’s desire of his love truly left her so warped, or had the Miqo’te been like that from the beginning? If that was the case, the young Elezen man had been more than right to rebuff her affections. The Adder was left reeling, a sickening feeling settling deep within the core of her soul as she snapped the reins of Kai’s barding and escaped from the scene before her. She told herself she was going to get help. That she was going to find a healer, or one of the Padjal who had remained behind. But the truth was she was running, and Lillith didn’t know if she would ever stop.

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 <br>As the world continued to turn to fire around them Lillith moved forward, intent on getting out of the village before it turned into a ragging inferno. She knew that towards the far North was an Ixali encampment, and there was a good chance she’d be able to see the child safely to her kin. Luck seemed to favor Lillith on her journey, as it had since the moment she’d like Gridania proper, for as she trudged through ash and flame, a loud shrill, bird-like call, reached her ears from the path above. Continuing along slowly, it was not long before the form of an adult Ixali seemed to materialize like a ghost from the smoke that billowed through the trees. It screeched in surprise, immediately drawing a curved dagger, though Lillith was quick to bring her free hand upwards, palm out showing she meant no harm, in her arms the child cooed softly.  There was little doubt that the adult Ixali before her was a relative to the young creature she held, why else would it be standing in the midst of the burning shroud, calling out in such a manner? The Miqo’te continued to stand still, doing her best to show with her body language that she meant no ill against it. It did not take long for the creature to read the cue, and with a quick motion the Ixali sheathed their blade and began to move towards Lillith, arms open to receive the child. As soon as it was back in the arms of its parent, it let out a happy chirp, nuzzling its beak against the adult’s chest as it hugged the little one in turn. Lillith couldn’t help but smile at the small scene before her. Even as everything in Eorzea seemed to burn, there was this one moment of happiness, and that brought a warmth to the solider that had nothing to do with the flames consuming the forest. Soon the Ixali was jogging away from the solider and her chocobo, but before the bird disappeared into the smoke once more, it turned to Lillith and bowed its head, remaining like that for several long moments before it was off and running, hopefully returning to a safe haven that would see them through the blaze.
-<br>Lillith did not linger long in the North, taking to the back of her Chocobo once more. Even with his injury, traveling via Kai would be quicker than running and the Miqo’te knew that she needed to get back to Gridania. If this shroud had seen so much devastation, then how much worse was it back at home? What had been that creature that broken free from the moon? Was it a new war machine of the Garelean Empire, or something much worse? Dozens of questions danced through Lillith’s mind as her mount bore her through the flames, but at the fore front of it all, her concern was if everyone she loved had survived this tragedy, Daelmont included. When she finally arrived back at the Adder camp just outside of Gridania, she was greeted with utter chaos as soldiers ran about trying to put out fires, others screamed in pain, holding broken limbs or burned flesh, and there were those who didn’t make any noise at all, lost either to death or unconsciousness. She did pause to ask for new orders, nor did anyone try to stop her, there were too many people panicking for those higher in rank to maintain a structured approach. Just a head Lillith could see it, what used to be the tent that housed the various maps and pieces of parchment that held enemy intelligence; it was crushed beneath a giant shard of metal. Slowly she moved around it, eyes scanning the area as her heart threatened to tear itself from her chest with every beat.  Soon they found the familiar form of Daelmont and relief flooded her system though a frown began to form on her lips as her mind finally began to make sense of what she was seeing. The man whom had once been her closest friend was kneeling on the ground, rocking back and forth with his head bowed and something held close against him. At first, it was difficult to tell what it was amidst all the blood, but with a jolt Lillith realized that Daelmont was cradling the upper half of what had used to be Meloette.
+<br>Lillith did not linger long in the North, taking to the back of her Chocobo once more. Even with his injury, traveling via Kai would be quicker than running and the Miqo’te knew that she needed to get back to Gridania. If this shroud had seen so much devastation, then how much worse was it back at home? What had been that creature that broken free from the moon? Was it a new war machine of the Garelean Empire, or something much worse? Dozens of questions danced through Lillith’s mind as her mount bore her through the flames, but at the fore front of it all, her concern was if everyone she loved had survived this tragedy, Daelmont included. When she finally arrived back at the Adder camp just outside of Gridania, she was greeted with utter chaos as soldiers ran about trying to put out fires, others screamed in pain, holding broken limbs or burned flesh, and there were those who didn’t make any noise at all, lost either to death or unconsciousness. She didn't pause to ask for new orders, nor did anyone try to stop her, there were too many people panicking for those higher in rank to maintain a structured approach. Just a head Lillith could see it, what used to be the tent that housed the various maps and pieces of parchment that held enemy intelligence; it was crushed beneath a giant shard of metal. Slowly she moved around it, eyes scanning the area as her heart threatened to tear itself from her chest with every beat.  Soon they found the familiar form of Daelmont and relief flooded her system though a frown began to form on her lips as her mind finally began to make sense of what she was seeing. The man whom had once been her closest friend was kneeling on the ground, rocking back and forth with his head bowed and something held close against him. At first, it was difficult to tell what it was amidst all the blood, but with a jolt Lillith realized that Daelmont was cradling the upper half of what had used to be Meloette.
 <br>Happiness suddenly swelled within her, her eyes growing wide as it did. She was dead. Meloette was dead and Lillith was not. Now…now Daelmont would have no choice but to love her! Just as those thoughts danced through her mind, the Elezen looked up. His face was pale and splattered with blood; tracks left in it by the tears that streamed down his face. His lips were twisted back in an expression of grief as his eyes stared into hers, a look of sheer desperation and horror painted within them. Suddenly, Lillith hated herself. It bubbled up from her stomach, rising like bile that soon left her leaning over the side of her Chocobo and spilling the contents of her stomach onto the ruined ground. What was wrong with her? How twisted was she, how demented, that her first reaction to the horrific death of a comrade, was happiness? Happiness at what? Daelmont losing the one he loved? At him having to pull her broken body from the wreckage of the burning world, to see her injuries and be consumed with so much hopelessness and despair that all he could do was cling to her dead body like a child holding a stuffed animal? Had Lillith’s desire of his love truly left her so warped, or had the Miqo’te been like that from the beginning? If that was the case, the young Elezen man had been more than right to rebuff her affections. The Adder was left reeling, a sickening feeling settling deep within the core of her soul as she snapped the reins of Kai’s barding and escaped from the scene before her. She told herself she was going to get help. That she was going to find a healer, or one of the Padjal who had remained behind. But the truth was she was running, and Lillith didn’t know if she would ever stop.

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 <br>As the world continued to turn to fire around them Lillith moved forward, intent on getting out of the village before it turned into a ragging inferno. She knew that towards the far North was an Ixali encampment, and there was a good chance she’d be able to see the child safely to her kin. Luck seemed to favor Lillith on her journey, as it had since the moment she’d like Gridania proper, for as she trudged through ash and flame, a loud shrill, bird-like call, reached her ears from the path above. Continuing along slowly, it was not long before the form of an adult Ixali seemed to materialize like a ghost from the smoke that billowed through the trees. It screeched in surprise, immediately drawing a curved dagger, though Lillith was quick to bring her free hand upwards, palm out showing she meant no harm, in her arms the child cooed softly.  There was little doubt that the adult Ixali before her was a relative to the young creature she held, why else would it be standing in the midst of the burning shroud, calling out in such a manner? The Miqo’te continued to stand still, doing her best to show with her body language that she meant no ill against it. It did not take long for the creature to read the cue, and with a quick motion the Ixali sheathed their blade and began to move towards Lillith, arms open to receive the child. As soon as it was back in the arms of its parent, it let out a happy chirp, nuzzling its beak against the adult’s chest as it hugged the little one in turn. Lillith couldn’t help but smile at the small scene before her. Even as everything in Eorzea seemed to burn, there was this one moment of happiness, and that brought a warmth to the solider that had nothing to do with the flames consuming the forest. Soon the Ixali was jogging away from the solider and her chocobo, but before the bird disappeared into the smoke once more, it turned to Lillith and bowed its head, remaining like that for several long moments before it was off and running, hopefully returning to a safe haven that would see them through the blaze.
-<br>Lillith did not linger long in the North, taking to the back of her Chocobo once more. Even with his injury, traveling via Kai would be quicker than running and the Miqo’te knew that she needed to get back to Gridania. If this shroud had seen so much devastation, then how much worse was it back at home? What had been that creature that broken free from the moon? Was it a new war machine of the Garelean Empire, or something much worse? Dozens of questions danced through Lillith’s mind as her mouth bore her through the flames, but at the fore front of it all, her concern was if everyone she loved had survived this tragedy, Daelmont included. When she finally arrived back at the Adder camp just outside of Gridania, she was greeted with utter chaos as soldiers ran about trying to put out fires, others screamed in pain, holding broken limbs or burned flesh, and there were those who didn’t make any noise at all, lost either to death or unconsciousness. She did pause to ask for new orders, nor did anyone try to stop her, there were too many people panicking for those higher in rank to maintain a structured approach. Just a head Lillith could see it, what used to be the tent that housed the various maps and pieces of parchment that held enemy intelligence; it was crushed beneath a giant shard of metal. Slowly she moved around it, eyes scanning the area as her heart threatened to tear itself from her chest with every beat.  Soon they found the familiar form of Daelmont and relief flooded her system though a frown began to form on her lips as her mind finally began to make sense of what she was seeing. The man whom had once been her closest friend was kneeling on the ground, rocking back and forth with his head bowed and something held close against him. At first, it was difficult to tell what it was amidst all the blood, but with a jolt Lillith realized that Daelmont was cradling the upper half of what had used to be Meloette.
+<br>Lillith did not linger long in the North, taking to the back of her Chocobo once more. Even with his injury, traveling via Kai would be quicker than running and the Miqo’te knew that she needed to get back to Gridania. If this shroud had seen so much devastation, then how much worse was it back at home? What had been that creature that broken free from the moon? Was it a new war machine of the Garelean Empire, or something much worse? Dozens of questions danced through Lillith’s mind as her mount bore her through the flames, but at the fore front of it all, her concern was if everyone she loved had survived this tragedy, Daelmont included. When she finally arrived back at the Adder camp just outside of Gridania, she was greeted with utter chaos as soldiers ran about trying to put out fires, others screamed in pain, holding broken limbs or burned flesh, and there were those who didn’t make any noise at all, lost either to death or unconsciousness. She did pause to ask for new orders, nor did anyone try to stop her, there were too many people panicking for those higher in rank to maintain a structured approach. Just a head Lillith could see it, what used to be the tent that housed the various maps and pieces of parchment that held enemy intelligence; it was crushed beneath a giant shard of metal. Slowly she moved around it, eyes scanning the area as her heart threatened to tear itself from her chest with every beat.  Soon they found the familiar form of Daelmont and relief flooded her system though a frown began to form on her lips as her mind finally began to make sense of what she was seeing. The man whom had once been her closest friend was kneeling on the ground, rocking back and forth with his head bowed and something held close against him. At first, it was difficult to tell what it was amidst all the blood, but with a jolt Lillith realized that Daelmont was cradling the upper half of what had used to be Meloette.
 <br>Happiness suddenly swelled within her, her eyes growing wide as it did. She was dead. Meloette was dead and Lillith was not. Now…now Daelmont would have no choice but to love her! Just as those thoughts danced through her mind, the Elezen looked up. His face was pale and splattered with blood; tracks left in it by the tears that streamed down his face. His lips were twisted back in an expression of grief as his eyes stared into hers, a look of sheer desperation and horror painted within them. Suddenly, Lillith hated herself. It bubbled up from her stomach, rising like bile that soon left her leaning over the side of her Chocobo and spilling the contents of her stomach onto the ruined ground. What was wrong with her? How twisted was she, how demented, that her first reaction to the horrific death of a comrade, was happiness? Happiness at what? Daelmont losing the one he loved? At him having to pull her broken body from the wreckage of the burning world, to see her injuries and be consumed with so much hopelessness and despair that all he could do was cling to her dead body like a child holding a stuffed animal? Had Lillith’s desire of his love truly left her so warped, or had the Miqo’te been like that from the beginning? If that was the case, the young Elezen man had been more than right to rebuff her affections. The Adder was left reeling, a sickening feeling settling deep within the core of her soul as she snapped the reins of Kai’s barding and escaped from the scene before her. She told herself she was going to get help. That she was going to find a healer, or one of the Padjal who had remained behind. But the truth was she was running, and Lillith didn’t know if she would ever stop.

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 <br>Lillith's heart sunk as she arrived at what was once a small town, the entire area set ablaze, no doubt having suffered a direct hit by one of the many fireballs that now poisoned the sky. Amidst the roaring flames, she ran along the path that wove through the village, calling out for anyone who could possibly hear her. By the grace of the Twelve, it seemed like the village had already been evacuated, such a thought comforting to her mind. But the peace of mind did not last long as her left ear twitched and eyes narrowed in concentration--it sounded like a cry was echoing from further up the path. Breaking into a dash, the Miqo'te let herself be lead by her ears, jumping over burning trees and dodging falling structures. Just a head she could see it, a cart that laid overturned, one of the wheels starting to catch fire from a burning house that had collapsed onto the path. That was where the crying was coming from. Lillith was thankful she had Kainami for despite the bird's injury the pair were able to push the cart up high enough for the Adder to reach beneath. What she saw shocked her, bringing the Gridanian pause. Here, beneath the cart was a small Ixalian child, feathers blackened with char and eyes wide with fear at the sight of the solider. For a moment, Lillith questioned what she should do. Should she leave the child here to burn? It would be one less Ixali in the world... but as soon as the thought crossed her mind, her heart shivered and her stomach twisted. This was a child, a defenseless, frightened child and it being an Ixali should have no bearing on doing what was right. Besides, what if her parents had let the same pregidous influence their choice? She herself would have been dead in the woods long ago if the Elezen had not recued her. With no further hesitation, she reached into the wreckage of the burning cart and pulled the child free, holding the fledgling bird close as it shook and squirmed, clearly fearful for its life. It was during this moment, as the small child struggled and the larger woman held onto it, trying to soothe it through soft coos, that the little Ixali caught Lillith across her cheek with one of its claws. Both were surprised as the blood began to run down the Adder’s pale skin, and perhaps out of sheer shock of having caused the injury the child began to grow calm. For her part, Lillith held nothing against the frightened Ixali, even though the cut would one day heal into a scar she would bear for the rest of her life.
-<br>As the world continued to turn to fire around them Lillith moved forward, intent on getting out of the village before it turned into a ragging inferno. She knew that towards the far North was an Ixali encampment, and there was a good chance she’d be able to see the child safely to her kin. Luck seemed to favor Lillith on her journey, as it had since the moment she’d like Gridania proper, for as she trudged through ash and flame, a loud shrill, bird-like call, reached her ears from the path above. Continuing along slowly, it was not long before the form of an adult Ixali seemed to materialize like a ghost from the smoke that billowed through the trees. It screeched in surprise, immediately drawing a curved dagger, though Lillith was quick to bring her free hand upwards, palm out showing she meant no harm, in her arms, the child cooed softly.  There was little doubt that the adult Ixali before her was a relative to the young creature she held, so the Miqo’te continued to stand still, doing her best to show with her body language that she meant no harm. The message seem to be received quickly, and with a quick motion the Ixali sheathed their blade and began to move towards Lillith, arms open to receive the child. As soon as it was back in the arms of its parent, it let out a happy chirp, nuzzling its beak against the adult’s chest as it hugged the little one in turn. Lillith couldn’t help but smile at the small scene before her. Even as everything in Eorzea seemed to burn, there was this one moment of happiness, and that brought a warmth to the solider that had nothing to do with the flames consuming the forest. Soon the Ixali was jogging away from the solider and her chocobo, but before the bird disappeared into the smoke once more, it turned to Lillith and bowed its head, remaining like that for several long moments before it was off and running, hopefully returning to a safe haven that would see them through the blaze.
+<br>As the world continued to turn to fire around them Lillith moved forward, intent on getting out of the village before it turned into a ragging inferno. She knew that towards the far North was an Ixali encampment, and there was a good chance she’d be able to see the child safely to her kin. Luck seemed to favor Lillith on her journey, as it had since the moment she’d like Gridania proper, for as she trudged through ash and flame, a loud shrill, bird-like call, reached her ears from the path above. Continuing along slowly, it was not long before the form of an adult Ixali seemed to materialize like a ghost from the smoke that billowed through the trees. It screeched in surprise, immediately drawing a curved dagger, though Lillith was quick to bring her free hand upwards, palm out showing she meant no harm, in her arms the child cooed softly.  There was little doubt that the adult Ixali before her was a relative to the young creature she held, why else would it be standing in the midst of the burning shroud, calling out in such a manner? The Miqo’te continued to stand still, doing her best to show with her body language that she meant no ill against it. It did not take long for the creature to read the cue, and with a quick motion the Ixali sheathed their blade and began to move towards Lillith, arms open to receive the child. As soon as it was back in the arms of its parent, it let out a happy chirp, nuzzling its beak against the adult’s chest as it hugged the little one in turn. Lillith couldn’t help but smile at the small scene before her. Even as everything in Eorzea seemed to burn, there was this one moment of happiness, and that brought a warmth to the solider that had nothing to do with the flames consuming the forest. Soon the Ixali was jogging away from the solider and her chocobo, but before the bird disappeared into the smoke once more, it turned to Lillith and bowed its head, remaining like that for several long moments before it was off and running, hopefully returning to a safe haven that would see them through the blaze.
 <br>Lillith did not linger long in the North, taking to the back of her Chocobo once more. Even with his injury, traveling via Kai would be quicker than running and the Miqo’te knew that she needed to get back to Gridania. If this shroud had seen so much devastation, then how much worse was back at home? What had been that creature that broken free from the moon? Was a new war machine of the Garelean Empire, or something much worse? Dozens of questions danced through Lillith’s mind as her mouth bore her through the flames, but at the fore front of it all, her concern was if everyone she loved had survived this tragedy, Daelmont included. When she finally arrived back at the Adder camp just outside of Gridania, she was greeted with utter chaos as soldiers ran about trying to put out fires, others screamed in pain, holding broken limbs or burned flesh, and there were those who didn’t make any noise at all, lost either to death or unconsciousness. She did pause to ask for new orders, nor did anyone try to stop her, there were too many people panicking for those higher in rank to maintain a structured approach. Just a head Lillith could see it, what used to be the tent that housed the various maps and pieces of parchment that held enemy intelligence; it was crushed beneath a giant shard of metal. Slowly she moved around it, eyes scanning the area as her heart threatened to tear itself from her chest with every beat.  Soon they found the familiar form of Daelmont and relief flooded her system though a frown began to form on her lips as her mind finally began to make sense of what she was seeing. The man whom had once been her closest friend was kneeling on the ground, rocking back and forth with his head bowed and something held close against him. At first, it was difficult to tell what it was amidst all the blood, but with a jolt Lillith realized that Daelmont was cradling the upper half of what had used to be Meloette.

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 <br>At first, all was calm, tidings from battle came slowly but seemed generally positive. Of course, all eyes turned the great moon Dalamud with apprehension and fear. Would it fall? Would they stop it? Or would Eorzea be laid to waste beneath it? Lillith was traveling by Chocobo to the northern shroud, sent there to check on the villages in the outer most areas. All villages and surrounding towns were being evacuated as part of a worse case scenario plan, and the cat found herself happy for the solitude. She didn't know how much more she could take of watching Daelmont and Meloette trade subtle touches between each other while working in the strategy tent. What brought her from her bitter reflections was a bright flash, reminiscent of lightening but tinted crimson. Turning her head upwards, her dichromatic eyes grew wide in disbelief as the moon began to break apart, shooting flames and debris across the sky. Even as her Chocobo ran forward, Lillith could not look away, transfixed by the horrifying sight of the great beast emerging from Dalamud like a butterfly from a cocoon. Soon the sky was on fire, streaks of orange and red burning against the inky blackness of the night, raining down across the shrouds and surely other areas as well as the creature flew through the air, roaring in the wake of its freedom. A chunk of debris crashed into the ground inches from her mount, and the miqo'te was thrown from her chocobo. She laid there for several long moments, gasping for the breath that had been knocked out of her before opening her eyes and rising from the dirt. Her chocobo, the ever faithful Kainami, limped around her, letting out his monotone kweh of concern as he nuzzled her cheek with his beak. Fire and twisted, heated metal continued to rain from the sky and the Adder spent no more time watching the catastrophe unfold, she needed to get to the village and make sure it was evacuated. With Kai injured, the rest of the journey was done in a sprint, the pair having thankfully been close to the village before the moon  had exploded to reveal the elder primal.
-<br>Lillith's heart sunk as she arrived at what was once a small town, the entire area set ablaze, no doubt having suffered a direct hit by one of the many fireballs that now poisoned the sky. Amidst the roaring flames, she ran along the path that wove through the village, calling out for anyone who could possibly hear her. By the grace of the Twelve, it seemed like the village had already been evacuated, such a thought comforting to her mind. But the peace of mind did not last long as her left ear twitched and eyes narrowed in concentration--it sounded like a cry was echoing from further up the path. Breaking into a dash, the Miqo'te let herself be lead by her ears, jumping over burning trees and dodging falling structures. Just a head she could see it, a cart that laid overturned, one of the wheels starting to catch fire from a burning house that had collapsed onto the path. That was where the crying was coming from. Lillith was thank she had Kainami for despite the bird's injury the pair were able to push the cart up high enough for the Adder to reach beneath. What she saw shocked her, bringing the Gridanian pause. Here, beneath the cart was a small Ixalian child, feathers blackened with char and eyes wide with fear at the sight of the solider. For a moment, Lillith questioned what she should do. Should she leave the child here to burn? It would be one less Ixali in the world... but as soon as the thought crossed her mind, her heart shivered and her stomach twisted. This was a child, a defenseless, frightened child and it being an Ixali should have no bearing on doing what was right. Besides, what if her parents had let the same pregidous influence their choice? She herself would have been dead in the woods long ago if the Elezen had not recued her. With no further hesitation, she reached into the wreckage of the burning cart and pulled the child free, holding the fledgling bird close as it shook and squirmed, clearly fearful for its life. It was during this moment, as the small child struggled and the larger woman held onto it, trying to soothe it through soft coos, that the little Ixali caught Lillith across her cheek with one of its claws. Both were surprised as the blood began to run down the Adder’s pale skin, and perhaps out of sheer shock of having caused the injury the child began to grow calm. For her part, Lillith held nothing against the frightened Ixali, even though the cut would one day heal into a scar she would bear for the rest of her life.
+<br>Lillith's heart sunk as she arrived at what was once a small town, the entire area set ablaze, no doubt having suffered a direct hit by one of the many fireballs that now poisoned the sky. Amidst the roaring flames, she ran along the path that wove through the village, calling out for anyone who could possibly hear her. By the grace of the Twelve, it seemed like the village had already been evacuated, such a thought comforting to her mind. But the peace of mind did not last long as her left ear twitched and eyes narrowed in concentration--it sounded like a cry was echoing from further up the path. Breaking into a dash, the Miqo'te let herself be lead by her ears, jumping over burning trees and dodging falling structures. Just a head she could see it, a cart that laid overturned, one of the wheels starting to catch fire from a burning house that had collapsed onto the path. That was where the crying was coming from. Lillith was thankful she had Kainami for despite the bird's injury the pair were able to push the cart up high enough for the Adder to reach beneath. What she saw shocked her, bringing the Gridanian pause. Here, beneath the cart was a small Ixalian child, feathers blackened with char and eyes wide with fear at the sight of the solider. For a moment, Lillith questioned what she should do. Should she leave the child here to burn? It would be one less Ixali in the world... but as soon as the thought crossed her mind, her heart shivered and her stomach twisted. This was a child, a defenseless, frightened child and it being an Ixali should have no bearing on doing what was right. Besides, what if her parents had let the same pregidous influence their choice? She herself would have been dead in the woods long ago if the Elezen had not recued her. With no further hesitation, she reached into the wreckage of the burning cart and pulled the child free, holding the fledgling bird close as it shook and squirmed, clearly fearful for its life. It was during this moment, as the small child struggled and the larger woman held onto it, trying to soothe it through soft coos, that the little Ixali caught Lillith across her cheek with one of its claws. Both were surprised as the blood began to run down the Adder’s pale skin, and perhaps out of sheer shock of having caused the injury the child began to grow calm. For her part, Lillith held nothing against the frightened Ixali, even though the cut would one day heal into a scar she would bear for the rest of her life.
 <br>As the world continued to turn to fire around them Lillith moved forward, intent on getting out of the village before it turned into a ragging inferno. She knew that towards the far North was an Ixali encampment, and there was a good chance she’d be able to see the child safely to her kin. Luck seemed to favor Lillith on her journey, as it had since the moment she’d like Gridania proper, for as she trudged through ash and flame, a loud shrill, bird-like call, reached her ears from the path above. Continuing along slowly, it was not long before the form of an adult Ixali seemed to materialize like a ghost from the smoke that billowed through the trees. It screeched in surprise, immediately drawing a curved dagger, though Lillith was quick to bring her free hand upwards, palm out showing she meant no harm, in her arms, the child cooed softly.  There was little doubt that the adult Ixali before her was a relative to the young creature she held, so the Miqo’te continued to stand still, doing her best to show with her body language that she meant no harm. The message seem to be received quickly, and with a quick motion the Ixali sheathed their blade and began to move towards Lillith, arms open to receive the child. As soon as it was back in the arms of its parent, it let out a happy chirp, nuzzling its beak against the adult’s chest as it hugged the little one in turn. Lillith couldn’t help but smile at the small scene before her. Even as everything in Eorzea seemed to burn, there was this one moment of happiness, and that brought a warmth to the solider that had nothing to do with the flames consuming the forest. Soon the Ixali was jogging away from the solider and her chocobo, but before the bird disappeared into the smoke once more, it turned to Lillith and bowed its head, remaining like that for several long moments before it was off and running, hopefully returning to a safe haven that would see them through the blaze.