[It's a good question, isn't it? What could have caused the forest to change so drastically? It's a grim sign of what's wrong with this world, but before G'raha can comment on it he's struck by how the scenery changes to something distantly familiar.
(How long has it been, truly, since he last saw Corvos? How can he quantify such a thing?)
The forest changes again, the sight a far cry from a sterile lab. Corvos is a colorful, warm place, and most of the people who pass by Ahito and G'raha have feline ears and tails. One man stands out for the lack of such traits, older and entirely human in appearance. He's talking with a few of the adult miqo'te, their expressions all equally somber.
A short distance from them is a young miqo'te, quietly watching the other children who seem blissfully unaware of the serious conversation. His hair and fur is the same brilliant red as G'raha's, but only one of his eyes matches the man's while the other is a vibrant green. He looks... lonely, isolated as he is.
In the distance, a black ship moves through the air.]
House Darnus has begun gathering Allagan artifacts...
[One of the miqo'te says this to the hyur, casting a glance to the solitary boy.]
Which means he can't stay here anymore. He's the only one with the Allagan eye.
"I'll take him to Sharlayan, then. Garlemald wouldn't dare to interfere there, and it's likely they won't even know to look for him in the first place."
[The miqo'tes look relieved, and one calls out to the boy.]
Raha, come meet Galuf Baldesion. He's a friend of the tribe, and he's going to be taking care of you...
[The boy with mismatched eyes glances over and stands, shyly approaching. The hyur smiles down at him, kneeling down to greet him. The boy smiles back in shy reflex, before ducking his head.
Then the scene shifts again, extravagant, white stone buildings replacing the tribe's modest homes. A red-haired miqo'te bounds up excitedly to an exceptionally small girl with pointed ears and brown here, his odd eyes gleaming brightly as he smiles.]
Krile, I've got my citizenship! I can enter the Studium now.
[The girl, who just reaches his knees, smiles back and claps.]
"Let's go tell Grandfather immediately, then. I know he's busy, but you've both put in so much work for this he surely won't mind."
[The atmosphere is so starkly different, here. There was a palpable fear and anxiety with the miqo'te, people who had been conquered by a faceless empire...
But these children are so far removed from that, living somewhere safe and sound.]
Hah... I suppose it was to be expected to see something from my youth.
[G'raha says this as he looks at the scene before them with a bittersweet nostalgia and crooked grin.]
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(How long has it been, truly, since he last saw Corvos? How can he quantify such a thing?)
The forest changes again, the sight a far cry from a sterile lab. Corvos is a colorful, warm place, and most of the people who pass by Ahito and G'raha have feline ears and tails. One man stands out for the lack of such traits, older and entirely human in appearance. He's talking with a few of the adult miqo'te, their expressions all equally somber.
A short distance from them is a young miqo'te, quietly watching the other children who seem blissfully unaware of the serious conversation. His hair and fur is the same brilliant red as G'raha's, but only one of his eyes matches the man's while the other is a vibrant green. He looks... lonely, isolated as he is.
In the distance, a black ship moves through the air.]
House Darnus has begun gathering Allagan artifacts...
[One of the miqo'te says this to the hyur, casting a glance to the solitary boy.]
Which means he can't stay here anymore. He's the only one with the Allagan eye.
"I'll take him to Sharlayan, then. Garlemald wouldn't dare to interfere there, and it's likely they won't even know to look for him in the first place."
[The miqo'tes look relieved, and one calls out to the boy.]
Raha, come meet Galuf Baldesion. He's a friend of the tribe, and he's going to be taking care of you...
[The boy with mismatched eyes glances over and stands, shyly approaching. The hyur smiles down at him, kneeling down to greet him. The boy smiles back in shy reflex, before ducking his head.
Then the scene shifts again, extravagant, white stone buildings replacing the tribe's modest homes. A red-haired miqo'te bounds up excitedly to an exceptionally small girl with pointed ears and brown here, his odd eyes gleaming brightly as he smiles.]
Krile, I've got my citizenship! I can enter the Studium now.
[The girl, who just reaches his knees, smiles back and claps.]
"Let's go tell Grandfather immediately, then. I know he's busy, but you've both put in so much work for this he surely won't mind."
[The atmosphere is so starkly different, here. There was a palpable fear and anxiety with the miqo'te, people who had been conquered by a faceless empire...
But these children are so far removed from that, living somewhere safe and sound.]
Hah... I suppose it was to be expected to see something from my youth.
[G'raha says this as he looks at the scene before them with a bittersweet nostalgia and crooked grin.]
I'd almost forgotten all of their faces.