@thefutureishope
There was much on Meiko's mind: a telling sign that everything was going wrong.
They had won. A'kihiko had won, specifically, but Eorzea itself was rid of Gaius van Baelsar and the Ultimate Weapon and Lahabrea. Was that not the end of it all?
She knew the answer, and yet naively still found herself taken aback by all the work still left to the Scions. Primals were still being summoned, other Ascians yet lingered and sought to continue Lahabrea's schemes, and now they had yet more to ponder with Lady Iceheart becoming a primal herself!
It all felt beyond her, even moreso than usual. She worried for her brother, too. Even with Hydaelyn's protection and blessing, and all the natural talent he had, he was still a young man. It was all still too much to put on anyone's shoulders. She tried to share the weight, and liked to think that she did, along with the other Scions -- but no one could truly feel the gravity of whatever destiny was planned for him. It made her ill just to consider.
And now there was this: Yet another group of people in need that A'khiko could never quite seem to deny. Scholars like the the Sons of Saint Coinach made no sense to Meiko. With all the strife and dangers already in the world, they sought to open a new can of worms out of curiosity still, wanting to pry open an ancient tower that was likely sealed for a reason!
At first, it was only collecting crystals and whatever the fuck aethersand was. A'kihiko did that on his own. And then the other wee Miqo'te lad showed up doing some acrobatic nonsense and naming the expedition and --
It didn't matter. Meiko was pleased, at least, to see how quickly Hiko and this G'raha Tia got on. Like kindred spirits, they had been chatting and showing off at a training dummy for two hours while Rammbroes and Cid prepared to undo the Crystal Tower's defenses and employ mercenaries to fill the vanguard.
This left Meiko with naught to do but wait and feel out of place in this camp of scholars, which at this point had become so commonplace she was almost comfortable in discomfort.
But of course, she looked as idle as she was, so someone had given her a task The 'man with the white hair in the tent at the end' apparently need whatever what within this box she'd been handed for his research.
Aye, every lad's got white hair nowadays, she thought idly, making her way over. Fortunately, the tent at the end could only be one specific location in the camp, so she let her ears lead to push the tent flap aside while her arms were full.
"Delivery from... one o'yer other lads," she stated simply, straightening up as she walked in. Right, the only person within was a man with white hair. Had to be him.
She offered the box in her arms, while also taking in the surroundings of the tent; he had quite a number of strange-looking relics, dark in shape with strange patterns mostly glowing bright blue or deep red. She couldn't make heads or tails of what they were likely for.
"Apparently ye needed these for yer research...?"
