From the Heavens (Final Fantasy XVI)

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|| The Hideaway ||
|| Central Storm Deadlands ||

A couple of days after returning to the hideaway, Lyra was busying herself with decorating the entire place with flowers. The shipment of seeds Nigel mentioned had arrived while she and Clive were in Dhalmekia. She was currently stringing up a thriving vine of purple flowers across the archway leading to the main deck. At the top of a ladder, she was careful to avoid falling.

"So pretty!"

Lyra looked down to see Tett and Crow. She smiled at the twins. "What can I do for you both?"

Crow stepped forward nervously and spoke on behalf of her and her brother. "You've been putting all these pretty flowers everywhere recently. Would it be all right if we had some of our own?"

"Of course you may," the woman replied. "Go visit Nigel. He will help you pick out the pots and flowers you wish to have. After you receive the seeds, come find me and I shall grow the flowers for the both of you."

With bright smiles, Tett and Crow rushed off.

Lyra got back to decorating. She threaded the vine gently through the small holes in the airship to prevent it from falling. As she finished, she was startled when someone shouted, "You!"

Having been alarmed by the shout, Lyra jumped suddenly and the ladder shifted under her. She grabbed the top rung for dear life as the ladder started falling. She was prepared to hit the ground, or worse, fall off the edge and plunge into the water. However, someone grabbed the ladder and steadied it before it fell too far.

Realizing this, she looked down to see Clive had been the one to grab the ladder. She sighed in relief and smiled gratefully down at him. "Thank you, Clive." She then noticed it had been Vivian who shouted when she saw her not too far from the ladder. "Were you shouting at me, Vivian?"

"Yes," Vivian replied. "It seems my exuberance got the best of me. My apologies, Lyra."

"It's fine." Lyra climbed down the ladder. "Is there something you need of me?"

Clive released the ladder and joined the women. "A book has recently come into Vivian's possession. From Kanver, no less."

"And I cannot make head nor tail of its contents. Neither can our loresman," Vivian stated. "I brought the book's attention to my dear pupil and he suggested we speak to you."

"The book's scripture resembles the symbols from your talismans," Clive explained. "I believe it is the language of the gods."

"As you are the only deity present among us, we wish for you to examine the book's content," the scholar added.

Lyra was more than curious. "Of course."

"Then follow me, my lady."

The blonde followed Vivian to the map room. Clive had tagged along, having been as curious as the goddess.

Vivian gestured to the book on the table. It had an intricate cover adorned with gold accents and small gems.

Lyra recognized it immediately, eyes widening. "This book... It is Mimir's chronicle."

"Mimir?" Clive parroted.

"The god of knowledge," she clarified. "He would often venture from the heavens to this world to expand his knowledge. He always wrote down his wisdom so he may share it with the other gods."

"I was not aware the gods traveled to this world," Vivian commented.

"Before humanity came into being, the gods would travel between the heavens and Valisthea. Even I visited quite often. Mimir was protective of his chronicle, which is why I'm shocked it has been discovered. He perished in the heavens during the massacre."