Eiko rubs at the base of her horn, but it doesn't help much; the headache has already set in. "I've told you," she repeats for what feels like the hundredth time since she set foot on this world, "they're not gods! Eidolons should be our partners, and sometimes they can be our friends, but they're not our masters and they don't get to run our lives!" Because when you do let them do that, you get...well, Eos, basically. Eidolons who're swollen with power from being thought numinous and infallible, too drunk on worship to realise that they don't actually know what's best for mortals.
The prince glowers at her, mutinous. "Yeah, well," he grumbles, "how're we supposed to stop them?" Or, huhâmaybe not mutinous so much as just defensive. Unwilling to risk hoping. (Which...she can understand, actually, after all she's heard about what his eidolons have been putting him and his people through.) "They might as well be gods, what with how they can just do whatever they want."
Definitely afraid to hope. But she can fix that. Holy Summoner Eiko Carol grins at Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum, and pokes him lightly in the solar plexus with one finger. (She'd have aimed higher, but the people of Eos are ridiculously tall. It's way too reminiscent of being six years old and having to look up at everyone else in Zidane's party.) "We're going to stop them by being summoners," she tells him. "You may not have horns, but you've got the gift, that annoying guy in the hat's got the gift, and since your girlfriend had it I bet her brother does too." Sure, this world says that it's only the girls in his family who get the magic, but Eiko's prepared to bet that that's a crock of shit based on stereotyping. If 'everyone knows' that the white magic gift is linked to the summoning one in his clan, and that that clan's men can't be white mages, they might well not have bothered to check him for any potential at all. "What we can call up, we can send away or seal, too."
"...I don't know how," Prince Noctis admits, and for a moment Eiko sees Dagger in him; not Dagger as she is now, but Dagger aged sixteen, a kingdom hanging heavy on her shoulders, cut off from her birthright and with no idea how to properly use her power. Wanting so badly to do the right thing, but with no idea how to even start.
Dagger became a power to be reckoned with, once she'd gotten the right sort of help to start her off. Eiko's grin turns very sharp. "Well, yeah," she agrees. "You don't know how yet. But I do. And I'm gonna teach you."
Fill: Final Fantasy IX/Final Fantasy XV, Eiko and Noctis
The prince glowers at her, mutinous. "Yeah, well," he grumbles, "how're we supposed to stop them?" Or, huhâmaybe not mutinous so much as just defensive. Unwilling to risk hoping. (Which...she can understand, actually, after all she's heard about what his eidolons have been putting him and his people through.) "They might as well be gods, what with how they can just do whatever they want."
Definitely afraid to hope. But she can fix that. Holy Summoner Eiko Carol grins at Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum, and pokes him lightly in the solar plexus with one finger. (She'd have aimed higher, but the people of Eos are ridiculously tall. It's way too reminiscent of being six years old and having to look up at everyone else in Zidane's party.) "We're going to stop them by being summoners," she tells him. "You may not have horns, but you've got the gift, that annoying guy in the hat's got the gift, and since your girlfriend had it I bet her brother does too." Sure, this world says that it's only the girls in his family who get the magic, but Eiko's prepared to bet that that's a crock of shit based on stereotyping. If 'everyone knows' that the white magic gift is linked to the summoning one in his clan, and that that clan's men can't be white mages, they might well not have bothered to check him for any potential at all. "What we can call up, we can send away or seal, too."
"...I don't know how," Prince Noctis admits, and for a moment Eiko sees Dagger in him; not Dagger as she is now, but Dagger aged sixteen, a kingdom hanging heavy on her shoulders, cut off from her birthright and with no idea how to properly use her power. Wanting so badly to do the right thing, but with no idea how to even start.
Dagger became a power to be reckoned with, once she'd gotten the right sort of help to start her off. Eiko's grin turns very sharp. "Well, yeah," she agrees. "You don't know how yet. But I do. And I'm gonna teach you."