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R Leporis, The Vampire’s Star

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Day 5 Meal 🍳

In which Tavi while working part time at The Last Stand ends up waiting on the last person she wants to see... At this point in their ...whatever you want call it, Tavi was purposely avoiding him due to her beginning to catch feelings, as well as just being tired of constantly making a fool of herself in front of him. Erenville is just trying to have breakfast with a friend after returning from a mission and is not even sure why the Warrior of Light is working a waiting job (she's weird like that) let alone acting as though she's seen a ghost.

spoiler for her having a ben affleck level breakdown on her mandatory 15 min break out back

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wondrous tails // twelve kisses

"Has anyone seen the Warrior of Light? Actually, now that I think about it, has anyone seen Lord Haurchefant?" ~ Alphinaud, probably

[My Other Wondrous Tails]

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Ley Lines, Gluttony, Divination, and Confiteor sigils from FFXIV

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good night keys

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Styr | ROEVEMBER DAY 3 | Invitation

"Don't be shy, now. Come, have a drink with me."

Styr in Tuliyollal setting up more business opportunities. Won't you share a drink and meat stick with him?

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The Sun

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[ roevember day 2 - roots ]

from the journal of Estelle de Laussienne, 16th of the 2nd Astral Moon, 5 7U.E.

The longer I spend outside of Ishgard, the more I am coming to understand our national attitude towards The Southrons. Perhaps it is even our fault in the first place for fostering these preconceptions; the mind is lovely, fertile soil for all sorts of ideas -- of varying degrees of truth -- to take root. I suspect it is the case for mountain peoples the world over, but the bones of Abalathia especially have made proud, headstrong, independent creatures of us. Quarrelsome. Frequently insufferable. Outside of our borders, we are known best for our bad weather, our dour scripture, and our intractable government, and we make no attempt to hide that we are proud of these things. Look, we say! Look at how well we can survive. How strong this makes us. How resilient.

The Southrons think we are living in a perpetual state of abject misery. Worse: there is an almost ghoulish impulse to confirm this to be true. The disappointment in their eyes when I say it's not so! The Ul'dahns think us all frozen paupers draped in thin cottons, eating the blandest broth and bread for three meals a day. They think I must be indoctrinated to poverty when they ask what I miss most about home and I have such ready answers: the bounty of our bakeries, the quality of our wool, the body of our wines. The Limsans, too, pity us for different reasons no less patronizing. How suffocated we must be under the pressure of our rules! Imagine not having the ability to freely come and go from your own home! Are our traders not at your tables? Am I not here, now, speaking with you freely? Perhaps we simply prefer the warmth of our own hearths. Perhaps we are satisfied with sailing the skies above Ishgard, and the bounty of the islands found there.

And the Sharlayans. Maybe their disdain for violence is what makes them so ready to pick fights in more cerebral arenas, as if some weighty suppression of a natural urge forces it to escape through the most convenient release available. It is not enough to think us miserable, no -- they make the argument that we must be miserable, and it is my responsibility, somehow, to defeat them in this little impromptu duel they have initiated. Does your conscience not suffer terribly under the weight of generational killing? Do you not feel oppressed by your corsetry? Are you not obligated to answer for your state's inequality of wealth and power? How much do you resent living under theocratic rule?

It is all kindly worded, of course. Oh, they say, but it must be so terrible! -- do not mistake this for sympathy. They are probing for evidence. By knowing that the land that nurtured us is deficient, they confirm that the land that nurtured them is superior. They can be assured that we are being adequately punished for our failings.

I would not admit to them that yes, it was quite miserable to grow up in Ishgard. But there were good days, too -- when my Echo was not so sensitive and my family was home, together, unhurried and content. When winter, soft as snowmelt, dissolved into spring and the first magnolias unfurled their petals on the promenade. When the little birds came back from their Twelveswood roosts, timing the seasons with their song. When the summer festivals ran late into the night and the air was thick with woodsmoke and crispy-skinned roast pig and the swelling voices of any still sober enough to hold a tune. Would we have lasted these centuries of war if there were no joy to be found in living?

Would we have fought so hard to protect what we had if there was nothing of value there to protect?

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Roevember 2: Roots

Robyn grew up in a small fishing village in Thanalan, raised by her kindhearted mother. Her mother never hesitated to help anyone in need, including taking in two orphaned kids and raising them as her own. It wasn't fancy, but their home was full of love and the smell of fresh baked bread.

When her mother got sick, however, Robyn started doing any odd jobs she could to provide for her family. The village was good to them and would help out where they could, and she enjoyed helping them in turn.

Not a far leap to the adventuring life. Once their mother passed, the three Ostornwyn kids set off to see the world and help whoever they found along the way. Still, she has fond memories of that place and those people, and regularly checks in to make sure they are doing alright.

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Styr | ROEVEMBER DAY 2 | Roots

Styr and his beloved wife, @the-white-snake's Lia Amelune, putting down new roots in his life. He's never been one to settle down anywhere or with anyone, but when Lia came into his life that all changed. There's nothing on this star that makes him as happy as Lia does!

(just married - teleport ring acquired)

(also be sure to bug @the-white-snake for the pics they took, they were really good)

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[ roevember day 1 - name ]

From the journal of Estelle de Laussienne, 12th of the 5th Astral Moon, 6 7A.E.

Of late, I have been thinking of names.

I am lucky to be one of the few with direct knowledge of a past life. Astarte, they said, was named for the brightest star in the sky, and by all accounts, she embodied this name with precision. ("Demanding" and "vain" were the descriptors Emet-Selch preferred, predictably, though Hythlodaeus had far kinder words.) When she took the seat of Azem, it is no great leap of imagination that she would have brought this certain intensity and clarity of self with her in her wanderings. She -- and those who came before her -- can be tracked as if by game trail, wending the length of the world. Azem, Azeyma, Azim. A sun-stamped coin; a painting on a cave wall; a fixture in the night sky.

I, too, am named after the stars. My parents did not have any ambition of doing so directly, of course; Ishgard has always found it most fashionable to name its children after saints and martyrs, and any meaning beyond that is incidental. Saint Estelle was a woman of high birth who ran afoul of her heretical family, and her devotion to Halone was such that they rushed to condemn her before she could do the same to them. She invoked her right to trial by combat rather than the simple exoneration of the Witchdrop and -- by witness accounts -- channeled the miraculous strength of the Fury Herself, laying a full outfit of Inquisitors low before succumbing to her wounds. That this is considered something auspicious to name a child is a particular quirk of our culture; more interesting to me is how it seems to have come to us from Duskwights fleeing persecution in the Shroud, its relation to Ishgardian's own word for star revealed by squinting. Étoile, estela, Estelle.

One must wonder if a name does not have its own tendency for wandering; if a name, separated from its soul, filters through new lands and peoples, and when it is ready to return to its owner, it is scrubbed of its old shape as neatly as if the Aetherial Sea itself has done it. Azem, Azeyma, Azim. Astarte to Estelle. Is it not appealing?

(G'raha has theorized instead that it's a corruption of a -- of course -- Late Allagan name that means "well-groomed," absorbed into a branch of the Elezen language at some point before the Hyuran exodus following the Fourth Umbral Calamity. It's good to know even his romanticism has its limits when matters of academic correctness are at hand. Could he not simply let me have this one?)

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♚ DEMON ATTORNEY

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Sugar blue sky, sugar sweet you 🍭🍬