Golmore Jungle

The Parting Glade

Wood-warder: It is several years now since such as you began passing through the Wood, unwelcome. Some sought only to flee their pursuers, but others there were who thought to bring ruin to the Wood. This wakened in Mjrn a deep disquiet. That she should see this and leave the Wood surprises me little.

Dell of the Dreamer

[The Elder Wyrm rises up from the glen.]

Golmore Jungle - The Needlebrake

[The party stands at the magical blue crest over the path.]

Vaan: What is it?

Fran: The jungle denies us our passage.

Ashe: What have we done?

Fran: We? No. I.

[Fran turns and walk away.]

Vaan: What’s that mean? How’re we supposed to get through that?

[Balthier, some distance away, falls into step with her as she passes. You can hear Vaan indignantly shouting in the background.]

Balthier: Making an appearance?

Fran: I am.

Balthier: I thought you’d left for good.

Fran: Our choices are few. This is as much for you as it is me.

[They stop on the steps. Fran turns to Balthier.]

Fran: You are ill at ease. The nethicite troubles you?

[Balthier is silent.]

Fran: You’ve let your eyes betray your heart.

Balthier: Right.

[Balthier shrugs it off. Fran stands before what seems to be nothingness, tracing the air with her index finger, glowing green with magicks. Vaan, who has followed them, watches.]

Vaan: What are you doing?

[Fran blows a soft breath with a gesture of her hand, almost as if blowing a kiss.]

Fran: Soon you will learn.

[A grassy path suddenly opens before them. Vaan looks stunned.]

Fran: We go to seek aid of the viera who dwell ahead.

Penelo: [stepping in beside Vaan] I bet they’ll be glad to see you after so long.

Fran: [looking down] I am unwelcome. An unsought guest in their wood.