Holding the [url=http://i.imgur.com/GpbolB0.jpg]arrowhead[/url] in her hand, Savayna examined it the best that she could. It was smooth to the touch, yet it was jagged at the same time. The surface and back was what felt smooth, but the edges were like jagged rock. The top was sharper than any steel sword that Savayna had encountered. There was a faint magickal presence that she couldn’t place, yet felt eerie familiar. 

Savayna kept it in her hands, but looked to Grant. She wasn’t sure what she was going to tell him. It was mostly a blur. She recalled telling him something, but anything after that was clouded. “I’ve seen this arrow before.” She said. “[color=lightblue]I can’t remember where, but I know I’ve seen it,[/color]” Savayna said. Something in her told her that she knew exactly what it was and where she had seen it, but something blocked her memory.
[hr]
When Jaakuna got to his room, Iris had already prepared his communication systems. Monitors appeared before him. They were managing all sorts of situations, most of them were graphs monitoring the activity throughout Ivalice. 

Taking a seat, Jaakuna was at the monitor that was mostly for communicating. As he would set up a call to Roman, Jaakuna would wait. It rang for a few moments until there was an answer. To his surprise, instead of Roman appearing on the screen, Jaakuna was met by his grandfather, Hamut. “Oh, grandfather, hello.”

“[color=990000][b]Jackson. It’s been a while.[/b][/color]”

Jaakuna tried not to cringe when he heard his Archadian name being spoken. “[color=ed1c24][b]That it has.[/b][/color]” Jaakuna said. “[color=ed1c24][b]Is Roman — I mean Emperor Roman — around[/b][/color]?” Jaakuna asked Hamut.

Hamut was silent for a moment, then said, “[color=990000][b]he’s in a meeting right now. What’s this about?[/b][/color]”

“[color=ed1c24][b]I would prefer not tos ay over this line. Just know that it’s revolutionary. I think mother would have been proud of me.[/b][/color]”

Hamut smiled an uncharacteristic smile, “[color=990000][b]I’m sure, wherever she is, she’s proud of you,[/b][/color]” Hamut said.

“[color=ed1c24][b]In any case, please tell Roman to contact me as soon as he can.[/b][/color]” Jaakuna said. Before signing off, Hamut gestured him for a moment. “Yes?”

“[color=990000][b]Before you go, I need to ask you a question.[/b][/color]” Jaakuna simply looked at Hamut. “[color=990000][b]How do you get the Espers to cease their constant ramblings?[/b][/color]”

Jaakuna blankly looked at him for a moment, then laughed. “[color=ed1c24][b]Having trouble with Exodus are you?[/b][/color]”

[color=990000][b]“No,it's not The Judge-Sal. Like me, he also has been finding these ramblings trite; it's the others.[/b][/color]”

“[color=ed1c24][b]Such as?[/b][/color]”

“[color=990000][b]Mateus, Addrammlech mainly. They won’t stop coming to me.[/b][/color]”

“[color=ed1c24][b]Well, considering the fact that Savayna has barely bonded with her own and Isaiah is probably too proud to submit to Addra, they need to find entertainment elsewhere.[/b][/color]” Jaakuna laughed again, “if you want my advice, just let them do it to you until they get annoyed that you’re ignoring them.” When he said that, Jaakuna heard Belias scoff towards him. He snickered.

“[color=990000][b]What?[/b][/color]”

“[color=ed1c24][b]Nothing, just got a reminder why I’m an expert in Esperology.[/b][/color]” Jaakuna said. Belias scoffed once more.

Hamut shrugged, and clicked off, the sight of his one-eyed grandfather disappearing into white noise.

Jaakuna sighed. He wasn’t too sure why Roman hadn’t been at his desk. He didn’t have a good feeling about this, not one bit. Roman didn’t answer; their grandfather did, however. And that’s what was really bothering him. It wasn’t that Roman didn’t answer, but that Hamut had answered instead of his brother. The more Jaakuna thought on it, the more it made him consider way more than he needed to. What did need to do was just rest up. Even if Roman had no idea they were coming, the Ifrit would arrive in Archadia in a few hours. Jaakuna needed the rest for the long couple of days ahead.
[hr]
Hours ago, airships went down all around Ivalice. There was no warning. No alert that signalled technical difficulties. No flash of horror before they went down. It was if it happened in the blink of an eye. The ships were flying normally as they always would have in the past, and then boom! Engine burst aflame, and almost every airship flying over the Mosphoran Highwaste went down. 

And one of those was the airship that Wesley and Nadeine, and over two dozen other innocent civilians were aboard.

The engine had exploded and descending from a third of a league in the air, the commercial airship that was flying perfectly before was going down. Panic ensued among the entire ship. Some screamed that they were going to die, some screamed that the monsters below would kill them, and some were screaming that they hadn’t gotten laid yet and they didn’t want to die before they lost their virginity. It was chaotic to say the least. The ship was going down and no one had any faintest idea if they were going to make it. 

But for Wesley, he was keeping a relatively cool head. He glanced at Nadeline, and she also was in that same neighborhood, if not just slightly more on alert. It wasn’t surprising considering the fact that the both of them had fallen asleep in front of the window. The last thing that Wesley remembered was her in his arms and he in hers, watching the rare sight of unpolluted mist passing by them in colors that were all over the spectrum, but all seemed to be viridescent in the center. 

And then, as the ship rocked, that woke the both of them, rocking them in opposite directions. Whatever had been the cause, Wesley knew he couldn’t waste any time wondering about it. Several people, whether they knew it or not, were depending on his focused mind.

One more glance at Nadeline, Wesley would simply nod. It was a universal nod that would tell Nadeline to summon Ultima, because Wesley would do the same with Hashmaal. On the moment she would, Hashmaal would come forth through a glyph. With their combined power, the ship — and the innocents abroad it — may be saved yet.