"I am Viera, from the world of Hydaelyn. We guard the forests of Othard under the Green Word, and those who leave are exiled, never to return. I left when the need to go and do something, to go and help others, was stronger than my fears. I learned to fight, to use magic, to heal, and to divine the future in the land of Eorzea." Ryja takes a breath, holding him tight, but not too tight. Almost like she thinks she might hurt him by accident.
The 'ten thousand years ago' bit doesn't really land until after she finishes talking. And the thing is... Ryja just takes it in stride. It is her nature, after all.
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"I am Viera, from the world of Hydaelyn. We guard the forests of Othard under the Green Word, and those who leave are exiled, never to return. I left when the need to go and do something, to go and help others, was stronger than my fears. I learned to fight, to use magic, to heal, and to divine the future in the land of Eorzea." Ryja takes a breath, holding him tight, but not too tight. Almost like she thinks she might hurt him by accident.
The 'ten thousand years ago' bit doesn't really land until after she finishes talking. And the thing is... Ryja just takes it in stride. It is her nature, after all.