It seems like eras since the day I first stumbled into your tent-ring. Do you remember it, my dear?

I was so young then, on my first class and not yet level 20, a lamb lost and uncertain. My gear was shinynew and upleveled, but there was always this lingering... not-there I couldn't quite put my touch-finger on.

And then I met you, my special-close teachy-one, and bigeyes!: it all started to fit together, like the interlocking gearteeth and cogwheels in one of your contraptions. They say the eyes are a window to the soul; it was in the reflection of your gobbiemask that I first came to understand the truthsense of those words. When you showed me how fighty-tools drink in airyself to make stonyshine, name of materia, you hand-led me on the first steps toward understanding myself and my place in the world.

Your tongueflaps filled my braincase with knowings and my stomach with flutterbugs as your stonyshines filled my gear, and through it all I came to understand, little by little, the subtle, furtive threads among and between -- the echo and the aether, the lifestream and the soul; all the airythings and oncethings and not-yet-things that bind us together in this crazy world.

And so, on this special day, I return to The Bonfire, to the place it all began -- not as the lost lamb I once was, but as a Grandmaster of Magic, wielder of weapons of legend and slayer of eikons -- to ask you a most important question:

Mutamix Bubblypots, will you be my heart-Elezen specialfriend?

(Also, do you know where I could get a set of Noble Barding?)

C'saka Kahjai of Balmung