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[Yeul has come to know that she needs a way to express herself, she was used to doing things with Caius to release tension. Now that he was not there to push her to speak or to do things she enjoyed, she found herself incredibly depressed. She lifted a small pen against the paper, pressing it against it and wrote in a language that would be difficult to read. She wrote in Etrodivian script, a written language to those privileged by the Goddess herself.]

On this day, I found myself still wondering why I was picked alone to come to this place. I am within my own powers, my other selves' memories have melded into one mass spanning my memory. I have concluded that the contradiction is solved, but where am I now? This place doesn't smell or look anything like Gran Pulse, Cocoon or Valhalla. Perhaps, it was Bhunivelze that shunned me to this remote world, far from Caius' hand and the chaos that I bound him by.

I am afraid of the humans that exist here. Should they find out what I am capable of, I believe I will be in danger. Caius, please come to me. I await your return.

The Seeress, Paddra Nsu-Yeul


[After lifting the pen up, she closes the book and releases a sigh to herself. Yeul closes her eyes, leans back in her chair and awaits a solution or a vision to come.]
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[Rikku's used to weird things. Crazy monsters, summons, too many things to count.

But finding a crazy book and falling through a rift? That's going to take the cake.

She lands hard on her butt in the middle of the plains, right in the middle of its wet season. Immediately she's soaked through, which isn't through too much considering what she normally wears. She's a drowned rat, and frankly, she hates it.]


Fro tuac drec cdivv ymfyoc rybbah du sa?*

[She sighs, pushing herself to her feet. Time to take a look around. It doesn't look like any place in Spira she's been to, so that's obviously not good. What's even worse is the Mardu Entite that followed her out of the rift.

She pales. Lightning. It had to be lightning.]


This is disasteriffic.




[translation: *Why does this stuff always happen to me?]

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