[Noctis squints at the light until it fades, finding it bright and familiar, near blinding but too beautiful to look away from, so rather than closing his eyes he shields them just enough that he can watch the change take place. The light reforms, and he holds his breath as it does, uncertain of what to expect but feeling anticipation alongside his lingering nerves. All this time, months of wondering and waiting as patiently as he could, and here she is, at last.
She's beautiful. He can see Pyra in her immediately, the curve of her face and the matching colour scheme, gold and blonde instead of red, but the features are different and distinct enough that he could tell them apart. The smile, too, is different, but kind, and one that makes it easy to smile back, albeit tentative and surprised.]
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She's beautiful. He can see Pyra in her immediately, the curve of her face and the matching colour scheme, gold and blonde instead of red, but the features are different and distinct enough that he could tell them apart. The smile, too, is different, but kind, and one that makes it easy to smile back, albeit tentative and surprised.]
Hey. So you're Mythra?