When they had finished eating, they were out. Wendy would have came, but if someone went around asking questions about Lannit and Jaakuna whereabouts, she could be there to deny knowing anything. Besides, based on how she was holding her stomach during the times Jaakuna looked at her, he had no doubt that she was pregnant. Of course, Jaakuna said nothing about how he figured it out to Wendy; though the same couldn’t be said when it came to LAnnit.

About halfway into the Sochen Cave Palace, Jaakuna said, “[color=ed1c24]So, why didn’t you tell me that Wendy was pregnant?[/color]” Jaakuna asked Lannit.

“[color=mediumslateblue]WAIT WHAT?![/color]” Lannit gasped in shock, as if it was the first time he was hearing about this., “[color=mediumslateblue]WHAT DID YOU SAY?![/color]”

“[color=ed1c24]Oh, you mean you didn’t,[/color]” Jaakuna glanced to Lorenzo awkwardly, “[color=ed1c24]help me out. You’re the one with the kid over here.[/color]” Jaakuna was practically begging Lorenzo for an out of this awkward situation, “[color=ed1c24]talk to him or something.[/color]” Jaakuna said, giving Lorenzo a pleading glance, all the while Lannit was pacing back and forth, clearly having a panic attack.
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Savayna had opened her mouth, possibly wanting to say something more about how she felt at the moment, but she decided not to mid-action. Instead, she scowled, making sure he saw it. He had apologized, so she would try to let it go, though it was harder than it seemed. There was a begging urge inside her soul that wanted to keep going. If it had been any other day, Savayna probably would have pursued this until she left Grant a groveling mess. But of course, she hasn’t really been feeling like that Savayna in awhile, not since she started feeling things for Grant.

Savayna shrugged, turning to the now-deceased Leviathan. Looking at the face of the caramel-colored serpent, Savayna’s face was full of bewilderment.  She still couldn’t believe that, Leviathan Necfedeles, was slain by a simple bullet at point-blank range. The fact that one of the most sneaky, elusive women she had ever known in her time with the Archadian Army was taken down by just one bullet. 

“[color=lightblue]I just can’t believe she’s actually dead,[/color]” Savayna said, looking at Grant, the same puzzled expression on her face. “[color=lightblue]What kind of fucking bullet did you use? To my knowledge, no armory, regardless of your connections - and I know you have some serious connections in the Ivalice Black Market - there’s no way even the rarest and strongest of bullets could take down someone such as Leviathan. So, tell me what you did, Grant?[/color]” Savayna wasn’t trying to sound demanding. She was aiming for curiosity at most, but she did sound like it was an order rather than a question.

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“[color=orchid]Resting,[/color]” Isabelle said simply, answering Nadeline’s inquiry. “[color=orchid]Ruling a country in her older brother’s stead is tiring. And with what’s been going on..[/color]” Isabelle’s voice fell distant, as did her gaze with her son’s deep orchid eyes.

“[color=fff79a]What is it mother?[/color]” Wesley asked, wary.

“[color=orchid]It might not be anything serious.[/color]” Isabelle said, pursing her lips worryingly.

Though her mouth said one thing, Isabelle’s wary tone and fear-filled eyes suggested otherwise. Wesley began to worry. “[color=fff79a]Mother, tell me. Even if it might seem like nothing, please tell us.[/color]” Wesley pleaded with Isabelle.

After a minute of contemplation, Isabelle sighed, defeated by her son’s urgency. “[color=orchid]Well, don’t take my word on it, but It seems as though there are troubling rumors swirling around Dalmasca about your brother, Sylvester.[/color]” She spoke with dread.

“[color=fff79a]What sort of rumors?[/color]” WEsley asked, fearing the answer.

Isabelle didn’t respond right away, her eyes on Nadeline briefly. She was probably looking for some courage. She saw the girl’s eyes, and smiled. Then she went back to Wesley’s orchid eyes. “[color=orchid]There are some claiming that your brother might very well be alive.[/color]” Isabelle informed him, sounding half-hopeful, half-skeptical about said rumor.

And as she spoke, Wesley felt his knees weak. He was grasping around for a chair. He found one to his left. He took a seat, and was having difficulties to remember to breathe. “[color=fff79a]It’s impossible. I saw him die right in front of me. He bled out in my arms. I heard him take his last breath before the gods took him away from us. This is just not possible.[/color]”
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Zodiark didn’t respond right away to Emiri. Instead, he examined her face, judging it. She was confused, there was no denying that. The girl obviously hadn’t mastered the art of putting on a mask. Or maybe she had and she simply chose to reveal all? It was very possible.He hummed thoughtfully, nodding his head somewhat. Zodiark ran one of his six arms through his tome, it shining a neutral grey with an outline of eerie green. The finger trailed down the page it was on. Zodiark’s eyes followed along. “[color=36454f]Emelia Rianna Inabi, daughter of Lord Andre Inabi, a veteran soldier of the Rozarrian Empire. He recently was healed of all wounds from mysterious magicks. No, not quite right,[/color]” Zodiark pressed on the page with his finger, “[color=36454f]there we go. It was, in fact, time magicks that rewound his injuries to a state where they didn’t exist.[/color]” Zodiark mused aloud, “[color=36454f]Emelia, who prefers the name Emiri, is an interesting topic among the Scions. We all wish to obtain that power, because with it, anything is possible.[/color]” 

As Zodiark would close his tome, it vanished into a cloud of charcoal-colored smoke. He would then look to Emiri, neutral-faced of course, then to Keiran. “[color=36454f]My seed, you have done well. I will see to that you are given a permanent place among my Followers of Order. In fact,[/color]” Zodiark snapped his fingers. In that same moment, Keiran would feel a surge of overwhelming power, though of course there was a side-effect. “[color=36454f]I apologize for the pain you’re about to experience, but giving you all that which you were created for will be an excruciating ordeal.[/color]” Zodiark let out a low chuckle.

Eyes fell back to Emiri. “[color=36454f]Time Scion, tell me, what are you feeling right now? Tell me what it is you feel when you look at me? What do you experience when you are in the presence of my Mist?[/color]” Zodiark would hound her with questions, eyes focused on Emiri’s soft skin, on her full lips, and her piercing red eyes.