[The barrage of questions takes him aback... but then, slowly, is followed by a ripple of relieved amusement. One question at a time, buddy.]
If you keep going through Fódlan's Throat, the view's pretty breathtaking, actually. I can show you.
[And he does. Directly from his memories, from the back of his white wyvern, her scales gleaming in the sun, now a blazing orb low on the horizon but slowly rising from the east. Flying low, endless prairie spreads out before them, golden grass dancing in the wind. Soon, the mountains bordering Fódlan are left behind until there seems to be nothing out here but sky and flat land, nothing but the sound of wingbeats and the breeze.
Then the memory jumps head to harsh desert, the likes of which Fódlan could only see in the Sreng region, but here made up of towering and sloping dunes. The sun is higher in the sky by now, which is a brilliant, cloudless blue. This desert, like the immense prairie, seems to stretch on forever, like they could fly for hours and never meet another soul save the occasional bird wheeling in the sky.
They stop at an oasis to rest and get some shade under the fronds of palm trees. When they set off again, the destination becomes clear, heading towards the huge yellow stone walls, gleaming domes and towering minarets of the capital. For all that he has mixed feelings about Almyra over the years, there's clear affection and yearning for those memories-- for a home Claude lost and regained, only to lose again.
He pulls gently away from the past, and back to the conversation.]
So... That's Almyra. Some of it, anyway. I was born there, and I spent most of my life there, until a year before I enrolled at the Officer's Academy.
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If you keep going through Fódlan's Throat, the view's pretty breathtaking, actually. I can show you.
[And he does. Directly from his memories, from the back of his white wyvern, her scales gleaming in the sun, now a blazing orb low on the horizon but slowly rising from the east. Flying low, endless prairie spreads out before them, golden grass dancing in the wind. Soon, the mountains bordering Fódlan are left behind until there seems to be nothing out here but sky and flat land, nothing but the sound of wingbeats and the breeze.
Then the memory jumps head to harsh desert, the likes of which Fódlan could only see in the Sreng region, but here made up of towering and sloping dunes. The sun is higher in the sky by now, which is a brilliant, cloudless blue. This desert, like the immense prairie, seems to stretch on forever, like they could fly for hours and never meet another soul save the occasional bird wheeling in the sky.
They stop at an oasis to rest and get some shade under the fronds of palm trees. When they set off again, the destination becomes clear, heading towards the huge yellow stone walls, gleaming domes and towering minarets of the capital. For all that he has mixed feelings about Almyra over the years, there's clear affection and yearning for those memories-- for a home Claude lost and regained, only to lose again.
He pulls gently away from the past, and back to the conversation.]
So... That's Almyra. Some of it, anyway. I was born there, and I spent most of my life there, until a year before I enrolled at the Officer's Academy.