Ivris enjoyed days like this: when her Summoner dismissed her early in the day, so she could enjoy laying in the grassy fields of Grand Gaia. It had been centuries after the war with the Gods, centuries after her plight in Ishgria, and all she could do was reminisce. She had gone through a lot in her first life, and she wasn’t willing to relive it. Grand Gaia has since begun to repair itself, vegetation taking over and the flames of decimated cities dying out.
But something caught her eye: a man, who didn’t seem much older than her physical age, walking aimlessly in the plains. Curiosity overcame her, and so she strode over.
“You seem lost.” She said, voice blank of emotion. “Would you like help?”