Ashelia nodded, crossing her arms. "The moogle spoke true. This is not your Spira, nor is it my Ivalice." She walked over to Yuna, looking at her thoughtfully. "You were no doubt told about our supposed role, then?"

"Supposed? Kupo!" Merlose crossed her stubby arms, in much the same manner as her mistress. "The prophecy is abundantly clear, kupo!"

Ashelia turned toward her companion, annoyed. "You are aware of my opinions on prophecy, Merlose." The queen's voice was stern. "I shall do what needs to be done, but not to for the sake of some prophecy."

Just as quickly as her bearing turned sour, the queen was back to normal. Merlose sighed in exasperation and flew away, muttering under her breath. "What do you make of all this, Yuna?" Ashelia opened her mouth to continue, but stopped, looking around in confusion. "Wait - where is your moogle companion?"