#Also now I am - as of time of writing - 50% of the Vergilia van Corculum tag here on tumblr

[the-littlest-kojin]

All Knights are offered this choice - to aid this fight in Garlemald. The Garleans are not our enemies; they are victims as much as anyone else.

Scowling at the letter, Taraine sits heavily on the bed, staring at the words. All the friends she had made in the Horde were gone, now. Ishgard was attempting to do better in relations with the Dravanians.

Sighing, she laughs to herself, wry and sardonic. It's not like there was anything less to fight for here. And this letter, at least, demonstrated that the idiots in charge no longer were stabbing first, and asking questions never.

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Squatting next to the bed, Taraine looks down at the Garlean she has been assigned to babysit.

"You are Taraine?" the Legatus asks, her voice mellifluous.

Sighing, the Ishgardian nods, her gaze heavy. "I am. And you are Vergilia. I am here to make sure you do not harm anybody - and that you yourself are not harmed by anybody."

"You seem... Different. To your countrymen." "I am different."

~

Watching Vergilia talk about the incipient difficulties in rebuilding the Garlean peoples, Taraine's mind races.

All of these things. Logistics. Morale. Did Tioman, or Nidhogg, or anybody in the Horde, ever think about these?

Likely not. But I will think about them now.