Um — hello. [ there's a brief pause as the feed begins, not entirely certain of what to address foremost. ] My name is Serah Farron. I think.... I've been here before, but I don't remember any of it.

[ if the network is anything to go by, she had appeared here once before. hello deja vu. the peculiarity of it strikes her for a moment, but she'll contemplate it later. ]

The maid was helpful, but it's still so strange, having something so precious wiped like that. I wonder why they wouldn't want us to remember... [ though, all things considered, she's accustomed to oddity now. she hesitates in her musing — directed more to herself than the network — but is quick to speak again, more assured and pointed in tone. ]

I'm looking for a moogle. He's... [ she makes a hand movement to demonstrate. ] about this big and resembles... a toy, I guess. [ a stuffed animal, if you will. ] I wouldn't want to lose my good luck charm, you know?

[ she brightens with the last sentence, though she still appears to be slightly pensive. ]

There was also someone I was traveling with, but it looks like we've been separated. [ because mog is obviously the priority here... ] I'm looking for a boy named Noel, if anyone has spoken to him. I don't think he could have gone too far. [ hopefully.... but she pauses, as if she wants to ask something else, but inevitably decides against it. ]

Thank you. I'd appreciate any time or help you could spare.

[The feed flickers on to reveal a rather serious-looking girl with long, silver hair; she appears to be seated on the steps leading up to one of the God Houses, her arms wrapped loosely around her knees. At the moment, she's not looking at the camera, and instead, it's as if her attention is drawn to anyone who may be passing by in the area instead.]

Etro does not watch over these lands. A new goddess serves as my patron.

[She goes quiet again, apparently content to just watch the passersby for a while. When she does finally turn to look at the camera, her expression is nigh unreadable, and the tone of her voice is as calm and steady as ever.]

The timeline is different--unknowable.

[Yeul turns her gaze away again but quickly shifts it back, lips parted slightly as if she's about to say something. The moment passes, though, and she remains silent. After a little longer, she turns off the feed, but not before the faintest hint of a frown crosses her features.]