Faris stared out into the night sky. It felt good to be under the moonlight, wearing something other than the royal dress that, despite her years of protest, was a tradition she never could seem to get rid of. It would have been better to spend her time on other battles. Things had been too peaceful. Too boring. She craved the open sea. She supposed Lenna could handle it all, but something felt wrong about abandoning her sister. Perhaps all these years of royalty had made her soft. She stretched and took a deep breath.

"The wind is far too weak," she said to herself.

"So you noticed as well," came a voice from behind her.

"Odd of you to come visit me," Faris said to her sister without bothering to turn around.

"It shouldn’t be," Lenna said as she walked up and put an arm on her shoulder. Faris shrugged it off as her younger sister continued. "But that’s not why I came to talk to you."

"Business as usual?"

"No, it’s something worse."

"I already noticed the wind."

"It’s about Krile."

Faris turned to look at Lenna with her good eye. Years of piracy, and she lost a damn eye in a cooking accident.

"What about Krile?"

"She’s dead."

"What?" Faris wanted to slap Lenna for her bluntness.

"Word just arrived from Mid. She went in her sleep."

"But how?"

Lenna looked up at the moon.

"That’s all I know right now. We should go and see her."

‘See her now that she’s dead?’ Faris resisted saying. Lenna had been nothing but business these thirty past years. And now that their companion… No, their friend was dead… Now was the time to visit?

"You’re no good at hiding your disgust with me," Lenna said. "But I suppose I can’t blame you. I’ve never been good at this kind of stuff."

"Tell that to the drakes," Faris said with a laugh.

Lenna giggled, then felt shame wash over her. She whistled, and within seconds, one landed by her side.

"Who’s that, Galuf?" Faris guessed. She never could tell the wind drakes apart. Lenna had spent her free time restoring the nearly extinct race to a potentially troublesome population. Troublesome once Lenna was gone, that is. Faris didn’t want to think about that.

"You recognized him," Lenna said, giving the drake a scritch behind the ear.
"I got lucky," Faris said. "So, are we going now? Don’t you have some advisor to tell or some other business to attend to?"

Lenna gave a solemn laugh. "I suppose I should, but no. I don’t want to wait. And I can tell you don’t either. Let’s go see her."

She climbed on the back of Galuf the Wind Drake and put out a hand to her sister. Faris sighed and climbed aboard. With a gentle whisper from Lenna, the beast took towards the sky.

The flight to the Moogle Village was quiet. Faris couldn’t think of anything to say, and Lenna was happy to feel the wind in her hair. It had been too long since she had taken a flight like this. She’d have hell to pay with the advisors when she got back. If they noticed, that is. Still, Faris didn’t have to say anything to be right about everything. Lenna had spent too much time ruling the kingdom and not enough with her friends. And now Krile was gone.

‘Mid must be heartbroken,’ she thought. ‘What possibly could have caused this?’

Suddenly, she felt Faris gasp and squeeze her arm. Before she could say anything, she saw the dark cloud hovering above the Moogle Village.