Fang took a breath, and a moment to collect herself. Aerith had stepped in at the right time. She couldn't reveal too much to them, though she feared she'd already said too much. Even so, there were ways to talk without saying everything. She'd ... just have to be careful.
"People in my village told stories about it," she said, giving what she hoped was a careless shrug that looked looser and less tense than she felt.
She could have laughed at how the nerdy one had put it, though. Fables and prophecy... hah! She'd heard that an Izunian prince had been given a Focus, the object of which involved getting his people away from the fal'Cie and the hell Pulse was becoming. After the fact, people had debated in hushed voices over whether the fal'Cie was mad, like all the others, or if its southerly position had saved it, at least at that point, from the Madness that had befallen the others. To hear the Elders tell it, some of the people of Oerba had gone with them, taking a chance on them, but most had been wary of their supposed association with a fal'Cie, their once stalwart protectors but by then their bane.
"A pair of Izunian princes running from the Mist, the fal'Cie and the Cie'th," it sounded ridiculous, even when she'd been told the story as a child, like a tale told to entertain children. "That they had dragons to cross the divide while Machina failed all around them."
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"People in my village told stories about it," she said, giving what she hoped was a careless shrug that looked looser and less tense than she felt.
She could have laughed at how the nerdy one had put it, though. Fables and prophecy... hah! She'd heard that an Izunian prince had been given a Focus, the object of which involved getting his people away from the fal'Cie and the hell Pulse was becoming. After the fact, people had debated in hushed voices over whether the fal'Cie was mad, like all the others, or if its southerly position had saved it, at least at that point, from the Madness that had befallen the others. To hear the Elders tell it, some of the people of Oerba had gone with them, taking a chance on them, but most had been wary of their supposed association with a fal'Cie, their once stalwart protectors but by then their bane.
"A pair of Izunian princes running from the Mist, the fal'Cie and the Cie'th," it sounded ridiculous, even when she'd been told the story as a child, like a tale told to entertain children. "That they had dragons to cross the divide while Machina failed all around them."