The light of Hydaelyn's sun cascaded over Mor Dhona as morning approached. Than stretched his legs and cracked his knuckles whilst brushing away his hangover, making his way back towards the Rising Stones with an almost finished bottle of Radz-at-Han Reserve in his hand. As he entered the rather silent halls of the Scions of the 7th Dawn, he passed by a sleeping figure of a lalafell with a bottle of half finished Caelumtree Wine resting on the table where her sleepy head rested against. Her face swollen with traces of dried tears which remained on the face of the keeper of finance, Tataru Taru. The poor lass must have cried herself to sleep, Than thought while scratching an itch against his chin.

Y'shtola Rhul rested peacefully in her bed just as she had once been before when her very essence had been trapped within the Lifestream only to be freed with the combined efforts of the Scions.

As he walked through the silent halls of the Scions, his majestic pants imbued with blessings of the Moogle Kings of Eld glowed with blinding light enough to drown out an Ascian. Too much Aether had been steadily building up within him as he had been accumulating them throughout the recent battles seen through myriad of life threatening quests across Eorzea, a reckless plan proposed by the sharp-tongued, crochety old woman who was once revered as one of Sharlayan's finest researcher in her prime. Whatever had taken away her foolish disciple, it had dragged her away from the world as though her very aetheric essence was hooked and pulled away into a different dimension by force, and the best way to counter that would be to drag her essence back to Eorzea using an ample buildup of Aether to arouse the soul back into the world of living. A phenomenon ancient Sharlayan scholars had once named, Limit Break.

Than's steps had taken him to Y'shtola's personal quarters where his dear friend lay resting in deep slumber. "Y'shtola," he muttered under his breath, he was getting fired up for the ancient ritual found written in one of the lost Allagan tomes within Great Gubal Library. "Y'shtola" he repeated her name once again, it was a pretty name, no huge wonder why Magnai mistaken her for his...err...Nhaama. He recalled the encounter carefully as he began to disrobe on top of the sleeping Scion.

'I am...not interested, little sun.' The face on the young Oronir chieftain back then was priceless to say the least.

Than chuckled lustily to himself, secure in the fact that unlike the little sun of Azim Steppe, he was a sun bigger than anything Y'shtola ever encountered so far and definitely big enough. His eyes wandered down to the brightly glowing broadsword of pure aether as to reaffirm his definite certainty...

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