the beginning

[otherworlders]

You can't quite recall.
For a moment it evades you, but you know it. You know it as you know the rustling wind, soft and gentle, and the smell of a summer afternoon hanging in the air, and the earth at your feet. Your eyes open, free of dreams. Not just your feet, but all of you, lying in a flower field as you are.

Two streaks pass over you, far in the sky, followed by many more. Shooting stars? You don't know.

There was definitely something.

Something tugs at a limb. A small white creature with bat wings, a pom pom lazily swaying back and forth on their head.

"Welcome to the Havens, kupo! But I don't need to tell you that, do I, kupo?" it sings with a smile. You have no idea what the moogle is talking about and give it the incredulous look it deserves - nor do you know why you suddenly know the creature's name. The moogle simply chuckles.

"Welcome home, kupo!"

And then,

You remember.

" long ago, these havens were crafted by dragon kind. no longer are they theirs. they are ours. ourhaven. "