Gladio raised his eyebrows and pulled down the corners of his mouth at hearing Lumi was nomadic. He wondered, vaguely, if that was part of his experience as a Selkie. They seemed normal enough, if a little more brightly coloured than folk he was used to, but he'd done enough reading to know that until very recently, they were excluded from polite company and still faced, in certain regions, prejudice on account of their mixed heritage. The Al Bhed, he'd heard, got much the same rap.
He was about to open his mouth to have a laugh at the florist part of Ignis's statement, especially where Marluxia's flashy Chakra was concerned, but pulled up short of that when he continued on about the ship.
"Wait... what? How?" He asked.
Pulse was lost, hundreds of years ago. The calamity that had, according to legend, lost their nation their ancestral home had rendered the entire continent inhospitable. The Jagd there was so volatile that visiting wasn't an option, not in a modern airship. Sure, so some people had the old-fashioned salvages, but they were all Ivalician in origin, usually dragged up from digs or sites of airshipwrecks towards the far-east, in regions every bit as dangerous as Pulse itself, if a little closer to home.
Pulse had been known for its airships, but not Jagd proof ones. They'd never come up in any history he'd ever read, factual or romanticised. They were a Lowerworld invention, the mechanism for preventing the Mist and Magicite-rich soil of Jagd regions unique to them and, alas, lost to time.
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He was about to open his mouth to have a laugh at the florist part of Ignis's statement, especially where Marluxia's flashy Chakra was concerned, but pulled up short of that when he continued on about the ship.
"Wait... what? How?" He asked.
Pulse was lost, hundreds of years ago. The calamity that had, according to legend, lost their nation their ancestral home had rendered the entire continent inhospitable. The Jagd there was so volatile that visiting wasn't an option, not in a modern airship. Sure, so some people had the old-fashioned salvages, but they were all Ivalician in origin, usually dragged up from digs or sites of airshipwrecks towards the far-east, in regions every bit as dangerous as Pulse itself, if a little closer to home.
Pulse had been known for its airships, but not Jagd proof ones. They'd never come up in any history he'd ever read, factual or romanticised. They were a Lowerworld invention, the mechanism for preventing the Mist and Magicite-rich soil of Jagd regions unique to them and, alas, lost to time.
"Are you sure?"