She'd been but an ethereal voidsent, trapped in the yellowed pages of the Necrologos, until chance found her wandering the crags of Northern Thanalan, set loose without purpose. The leaves of her prison fluttered away, stained with the blood of an unlucky cultist, and she found herself restless. Wandering. Searching for her fellows.
It was then when she had seen him. The ahriman.
It had been just a moment. A glimpse shared, as the ahriman flew with purpose down the beaten road. Purpose she had lacked since her summoning.
He had seen her. She had caught her own reflection in that large, fathomless eye, framed by the light of orange crystals.
And the voidsent had purpose once more.
They were not the same kind, but it mattered little to the voidsent. She had seen many damned souls, and judged their worth, and the ahriman was worthy.
Yet still... the ahriman was not like the others, enraptured by the corrupted aether, content to laze in its glow. Always going somewhere, too swift for her to reach the road in time. He passed by regularly, whip like tail swirling lazily through the air, leathery wings leaving trails in the ceruleum smoke.
They never exchanged more than a glance, but that regular acknowledgement fed her desire, grew her certainty.
She would try to follow, but his purpose was strong, and her form wraith-like and slow.
So she waited, and waited, hidden in the crevices, form shadowed in the glow of orange crystal. Each time, a little closer to the road. A little riskier, a little bolder, all for the chance that next time, they would have the opportunity to exchange more than a glance. That next time, she would be fast enough to follow. To help, in whatever purpose the ahriman dedicated himself so steadfastly to.
Then one day she saw him first, drifting up the road.
This time, she would reveal herself, make herself known. She rushed into place, mere moments before he could arrive. In a burst of darkness, she formed, corporeal, wings stretched wide in greeting.
Only too late did she register the adventurer upon his back.
In the reflection of her love's eye, there was the only the flash of steel, and the spatter of voidsent blood.
The Warrior of Light wiped a stray speck of crimson from the edge of their armour. Rather unusual behaviour for a voidsent in the ceruleum fields, especially one so weak as to die with a single blow. No matter. They remounted their ahriman, continuing the journey to Bluefog with no further thought to strange voidsent.
Character name: Sinnatious Sone
World: Siren
Prize: Noble Chocobo Barding