The Waking Sands is a clubhouse built beneath a reputable café in the port city of Vesper Bay. That the Scions have their hideout here gives Ebeli ideas, because there are a plurality of places in Revenant's Toll that they could use, in addition to the fact that Revenant's Toll is currently protected by the people she and Sky have recruited, and who Sky has subsequently trained with his training charms. So, if anyplace, they would be safe there.
There is the underlying tension in the place. Some sort of malaise, a worry, but she does not pry. Rather, she sits in a nice wooden chair at a table underneath the café, sipping tea as the single most adorable girl brings over a plate of cookies.
Ebeli is a triplet. She has two sisters, and many, many other sisters as her mother was dragonblooded. One of those sisters is a gigantic beyotch, but her other sister is the most adorable girl she ever met. Until now.
"Would you like more tea?" the girl asks, curtsying with a smile and a tip of her adorable pink hat.
"Tataru, I'd like some too." The cat woman from earlier walks over to the table. She smiles at Ebeli, before pulling over a chair and sitting across from her. "The others will be along momentarily. Y'shtola."
"Ebeli," the redhead says with a smile, "So, the Fresco."
"I was curious who that was," Y'shtola responds, cocking an eyebrow, "Her looked very much like a Hyur, but the four arms were…"
"The Unconquered Sun." Ebeli sips her tea. "He's a god that is worshipped where I come from. Very worthy of worship and praise. And like I said, I was bored."
"I see," Y'shtola says, sipping her freshly arrived tea.
The door to the underground clubhouse opens. She hears the familiar sounds of Ragna's heavy boots, and the equally familiar sounds of Sky's leather boots, and smiles in relief.
"…and she also got shot in the shoulder with an arrow."
And then curses the bunny woman. Sky runs into the room, slamming the door open. Ragna ambles in, resting her axe across her shoulders.
"You didn't have to tell him," Ebeli pouts.
"You didn't have to set the Twelveswoods on fire, but here we are."
Sky has rushed over, questions coming out like a blur. Ragna explains that no, there are no scars because she has healing magic, which itself gets more questions for some reason. Alphinaud has joined the festivities, watching impassively. Which is when they hear three sets of footsteps coming down the stairs and the doors open once again.
At the head of the group is Erembour, her parasol by her side and with a satisfied expression on her face when she sees Ebeli and Sky.
"Sorcerer."
"She's your sorcerer?"
The second person is very similar in appearance to Alphinaud, save that she is currently wearing a frilly black dress, black high boots, and a black jacket that goes past her waist.
"Alisaie?" Alphinaud stammers out.
"Brother," Alisaie says with a smirk, "Good, you're here. You need to be here for this."
Alpinaud immediately launches into questions. Ebeli tilts her head, rises up, and walks over to Erembour.
"You said you were off to Dalamud," she says, "What happened there, and I assume the girl is your mentee?"
"Indeed. And we require your help as well."
Ebeli makes a gesture with two open hands. The universal gesture of needing clarification. Or for milking invisible cows.
Clarification that comes when the third of the group, a man in black and his features hidden by a hood places a hand on Alphinaud's shoulder and says something. He reaches up and pulls back the hood. Ebeli can absolutely see the resemblance, making the connection of why Alphinaud goes immediately silent. For the man is an elezen, an older elezen with receding white hair and a vermillion symbol upon his forehead. Chairs drop to the floor when everyone present immediately stands up.
The entire room goes silent, save for Alphinaud choking out a question.
"Grandfather?"
Erembour turns from the older man and back to Ebeli.
"So," she says, "I should start at the beginning…"
