[There is fair little that Aymeric could possibly have to wish for. Though the world as he knows it is in turmoil, he knows it will only be but a temporary state of being. His dearest friends and allies would, inevitably, seize victory over the forces of darkness and free their star from despair. He wants for little at home, save perhaps a few extra hours of sleep here and there. The work in Ishgard was strenuous, yes, and left him little spare time, but it was also gratifying. The city had grown, and it felt wrong to simply abandon it to the whims of a wish, hypothetical though the scenario might have been. And even if were to wish for his own freedom to roam, he would not be able to guarantee it for those he wished to roam with. Their safety, as well as their futures, were equally as important to him. It felt wrong, somehow, to leave them out of this moment.
Besides, much was already happening across their star to ensure continued peace. Thus, wishing for something greater than himself seemed far more beneficial, especially when it had such close ties to home.
He writes the wish onto the small strip of paper, blue in color, and finds a suitable piece of bamboo to hang it from.]
I wish for the continued success and safety of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.
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Besides, much was already happening across their star to ensure continued peace. Thus, wishing for something greater than himself seemed far more beneficial, especially when it had such close ties to home.
He writes the wish onto the small strip of paper, blue in color, and finds a suitable piece of bamboo to hang it from.]
I wish for the continued success and safety of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.