The Sanctuary
Aldric, Kyna, Bertok, and I dash away from the feral monsters,
Into the moogle home,
As dark and cozy as a place where you could curl up and read a great big tome.
Safe, secure, the moogle welcomes us in,
Shoos away the fearsome ones,
Aldric the comical clavat is already saying his witty puns.
The rest of us are already relieved as we heal Kyna, the yare yuke,
Bertok the lively lilty tells the moogle his tales,
The moogle chuckles as he makes us all tea to vale.
I, Ula Fhina, the secluded selkie, sit on the run in front of the fire,
Staring into the dancing ribbons of heat,
Aldric is sitting against the wall nearby, joyful even after narrowly surviving a risky feat.
Kyna snoozes in a rocking chair, Bertok and the moogle chatting,
Warmth and beauty is all around in the air,
I play my harp, the music flows and weaves through the place of this reverie so rare.
The sound reminds me of a pool of rippling water,
Natural and pure,
Its sacred splendor is any ailment's cure.
We all begin to dream in the warm abode of the moogle,
Dreaming of our home town,
Our friends, family, our crystal. No matter how long we may be gone, we won't let you down.