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And so it was that I came to know Aurelle Silmontier, Eorzea’s recently named Warrior of Light. Her plain, midnight blue robes marked her as one of Gridania’s conjurers—shapers of nature itself, whose powers manifest in accordance with an ancient pact kept with the elemental guardians of the Twelveswood. Her borrowed coat marked her as one that had come to our city hastily, unprepared for the bitter cold of our post-calamity climate. And her downcast eyes and faltering voice marked her as one mired by a great many anxieties and doubts.
But beneath all that, we were soon to learn, lay a noble and courageous heart. Never faltering as she walked the treacherous path that had been placed beneath her feet—one that would see our great city delivered from a doom we could not have forseen nor stood against alone.
Despite the tangled web of politics, misplaced faith and cold suspicion she was met with, still she fought for us.
Still she soldiered on—as into our homes, and into our hearts, she came.
—From the memoirs of Count Edmont de Fortemps
Heavensward