#{wandering star; post ew alt verse}

[meteorwinged]

@humanitysong || a bird in the hand is a daughter or whatever

Meteion turns her head skyward, squinting tiredly at the suns before slumping again and trying to cover her head with her wings. It's hot and she can't bear it anymore. She doesn't have the energy to do much more than dig herself into the sand and chirp tiredly at this point.

Of all places to expire this is going to be the worst.

She has no idea how long it is before the shape of someone's emotions rouse her, head lifting to cheep plaintively in their direction. They're very red, whoever they are.

Help?

[meteorwinged]

v. wandering star;

after the defeat of the endsinger, meteion promised to return the warrior of light to their friends and, as promised, returned to the scions ship and left the wol a trail to follow.

afterwards however, she chose not to return to eorzea with them but instead to go off on her own among the stars, traveling to other worlds once more in search of the answer to hermes question–this time however, not for hermes but for herself. to find her own answer, by meeting others and learning about them, and experiencing a life lived for herself instead of a life lived searching for someone else's meaning.

she does intend to return home one day, but only after she's learned everything there is for her to learn out in the universe.

[meteorwinged]

Oh, water sounds delightful. She could really use a bit of soaking to deal with this heat. And maybe some shade. Carefully she lifts further, pressing her head into his hands.

"Yes please. It's very hot here. Where is here? Is this star hot everywhere? I've never been somewhere like this before."

What star had she found?

...this isn't zazie? vash blinks a few times but decides that he can be shocked later. right now this little creature clearly needs help. "zazie is someone I know" friend doesn't really fit, neither does enemy. he smiles warmly at her, using his hands now to shelter meteion from the sun. "I am vash. and of course, but first - you seem miserable. do you need water?"

[meteorwinged]

Oh. That's so much red, and so much sadness. Meteion cheeps again, slumping a little further against the hand beneath her. "What's a zazie?" The way he says it sounds like a name, maybe it's a person? Or maybe it's a type of bird?

She lifts her head to blink at him slowly.

"My name is Meteion. Can we be friends?"

vash knows what birds are, remembers them from his lessons with rem and from staring at documentaries and pictures when he was little. the tiny thing in the sand looked quite a lot like a bird... even though vash could have sworn that not too many survived the crash and definitely not one so small.

...maybe some rare worm? "zazie?" he asks carefully before kneeling down and scooping up the tiny thing. "huh. didn't know the heat could even be a bother to you"