Such words he spoke with near flippant air where not at all calming for her. They nipped too closely at legends and memories of a time when her ears where still snow white. Such dredging in her thoughts was unwelcomed, and quickly shut away. He spoke of a past that he, somehow, is no longer yet still of. Strange and unsettling for the Pirate who stood before him.
His flattery was rather one note to the presumably older of the pair. Garnet hues still as calm and near cold as before. He was polite however, and in politeness the Viera was more likely to speak. “I am a Viera, how is you know not of my kind Hume? Your kind is eternally young compared to ours.”
Yes, the Viera where, upon Ivalice, a much older species than the Humes. For the longest of times, many of the species did not expect the Humes to live very long at all, being so tender skinned and trouble minded. They had however, but they were still so young. Their puny ears would never hear the gentle whispers that currently flowed over her. The strange pattern of the Mist around her seeming to hug to her form, filling her nose with scents of many places and things. She was in truth, unaware of the form they took. No matter how keen her eyesight, she was not of this World, her being attuned to a different essence of life.
He touched a curled finger to his lips, now smiling, and posed, “May I ask, my dear, what land you come from? Even the name ‘Viera’ is far too exotic to me. My apologies, for my ignorance.”
Her age was a clue, perhaps. An aged race might very well also be a race better tuned to magic. Pyreflies, however, were the elements of life itself- and the very foundation with which Yevon built his summons. As far as he knew, he was the only summoner left who knew how to summon pyreflies themselves, rather than summoning by fayths. All other summoners only knew pyreflies by the occasional sighting, when they are released from the dead. It was therefore an intriguing anomaly to see this foreign creature so immediately at home with them. Perhaps she, like himself, he wondered, could hear them and feel them as well? The desire to inquire on it pulled at the back of his throat, but he bit his tongue and kept his prying questions slow.
