Hey, pretty cool!

[Nevermind Edge. He's fiddling around with the linkshell, a little sidetracked, and probably not really focused on the main issue at hand. Well, not apparently, anyway. But behind that mask, Edge presses his lips into a thin line and he stares straight at the shell thing, gaze with a purpose.]

I'm uh. Kind of stuck in Damcyan—don't ask!—but really, I have to hitch a ride back to Eblan as soon as possible before the Seneschal kills me. Not literally, but you get the point! I'm a pretty busy guy, you know!

[But his emotions right now is a mixed bag—from confusion, to excitement, to worry, and everything else in between. Altogether it's a little overwhelming, but imagine how it feels for Edge who's trying his best to hide it behind that mask, as usual.]

King Bard's not helping much either— [Well actually, he's not there at Damcyan at all but Edge really isn't the person to divulge such a thing to everyone, okay. He has his boundaries.] —but I'm hoping one of you guys'll be willing to help out.

Anyone? Cecil, did you grow a beard yet? I bet your hands full with Rosa, heh! And you still look pretty as ever, right Rydia? I hope you're still not brooding, Kain. I mean, I know I'm good at that too, but you're threatening my title!

[Yup. This is pretty much a soliloquy, courtesy of Edge. Expect more from him in the future. 8)]

[The linkshell comes on in the midst of some other conversation. Anyone receiving it will feel a mix of irritation, anger, and resolution transmitted to them through the pearl, along with the image of a huge man in dark armor, and the sound of his voice- an appearance and voice that should be all to familiar to the original residents of the Blue Planet.]

-will have no need for this. You may take it back in a moment.

[There is a muffled sound of protest from Greetingway, but Golbez ignores it in favor of turning his attention to the Linkshell. The irritation transmitted by it intensifies as he does.]

Where is the Lunar Whale?

[And with that the brief transmission is abruptly ended.]

[Once that linkshell is open, the first thing that can be seen is a pair of large blue-violet eyes. Terra pulls it back enough for her face to be seen, as well as the cloudless blue sky of Damcyan's desert.]

...is this on?

[She glances to Greetingway for help, then realizes that he's not anywhere in sight now. Oh, well. The young woman returns to staring at the linkshell with curiosity and smidge of hesitation. But it's time to focus and so while her voice is quiet, it's also steady. She can do this. People are counting on her.]

So...I'm Terra. I'm looking for some people, if anyone could take the time to help me. That cute little messenger said they might not be here, but I have to try. I need to know they're alright.

[She keeps the linkshell open while pacing around the desert, hoping for news above all else. Her other hand cups the crystal she arrived with.]