#Ghena Orionne

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Femroes frolicking bring me joy.

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I fucking love the part of the Ninja job quests where Jacke and Oboro flirt up the femroe it gets me every time.

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Ghena and her boys Feomont, Fauraux and Fiacert!

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I just thought the pink sky in the Heaven of Water was so fitting for Ghena ♥

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I always enjoy shoots in Il Mheg/Dohn Mheg with Ghena~ ♥

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I didn’t get the timing right to get the shot on Thyn’a and Mjna, but this part cracked me up. ZERO YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD.

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It can be a vacation even if it's raining!

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A RoevemberXIV shoot that I ended up only showing a little of! Ghena in Paglth'an!

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Ghena's patron deity is Nophica and her birthday deity is Llymlaen. I think both fit her brand of feminity to a tee. The choice of Llymlaen was a happy accident. Nophica is rivals with Halone and I don't remember if I picked her on purpose, because Ghena was originally supposed to be bitter rivals with Thyn'a whose patron is Halone, but I think that she very much fits the character that I am trying for with Ghena.

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\o/ Endwalker leveling goal done! Here we come Dawntrail!

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Finished the Doman Enclave on Ghena!!

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Ghena Roevember shots that didn't make the cut!

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The progress on Ghena's island has been slow but I finally finished getting Thyn'a and Mjna to 20 so I'm hopeful that I'll finish her and Ahna soonish. I got her to rank 9 a while ago so still need flying.

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The road to Mount Ordeals~

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Dual feature for Roevember the Ninth! Ghena and Syna for Spring~

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FFXIVwrite 2023 - 19 Weal

The weal on Ghena's face had scant begun to come down before she was in the ring again. Her attacks brought her comfort, her sword brought her peace. Her master would not see her so disheartened not when she had yet to be so defeated in anything she'd done. The highlander man was never gentle with her, not in battle, and now more than ever Ghena needed his steadfastness to pull her from her misery. 

It was not easy to stop thinking about the days events.

Her mother had yelled and spat at her like a coeurl wounded. She'd accused her of being all sorts of unsavory things before striking her, and it was only then that her cowardly father deigned to step in and pull her away from Ghena.

"You've RUINED us." Pristine Petal shrieked in her husbands arms, a picture perfect thespian. One would think she were the one that had been struck "And all for what? So that you can trounce about like some ill-bred lowborn trollop?" 

Ghena didn't dare to look up, she was crumpled on the floor, her vision blurry as tears spilled from her eyes into the wine-colored carpet below. She didn't want to see how the maids stood there and didn't dare come to her aid. She didn't want to spy her father comforting her mother instead of her. She didn't want to be there at all, but to know that there was no one that cared enough to help her was beyond painful.

Ghena knew when the truth came out she would be in trouble. A merchants daughter, dueling for fun in the Coliseum. One of her fathers associates had her followed and tracked, and she had been caught.

"You are no longer a part of this family." Pristine Petal's voice bit out. 

Ghena didn't know how long she'd been staring at the floor, but it didn't matter. Finally she looked up from the carpet to her mother, then to her father, a pleading look on her face and a wish for pity in her voice.

"I-I'm sorry mother, father. Please forgive me?" Ghena warbled, unable to hold in her cries. She didn't want her parents to hate her, she'd always done everything they'd wanted, only to mess up this once. Only to take what she wanted this once. Surely they could find in them to forgive one misstep.

"Perhaps some time on the streets will teach you a lesson." Scorched Earth looked away from her, unable to meet her pitiful gaze. He agreed with his wife, of course.

Ghena hadn't bothered to say anything to them after that. She stood on wobbly legs, with only the clothes on her back, and she made her way through the city to the one place she knew she would be safe. She hadn't bothered with a disguise, she'd left everything behind.

A few of those in the guild hall looked confused when she'd stumbled in like a drunk vagrant, her hair mussed and her clothes wrumpled. It was finer than anything she'd worn in the ring, but still between her reddened cheek and her puffy eyes, she looked a right mess.

When Halldor recognized her he whisked her away from prying eyes to a more private place in the guildhall, where he allowed her to cry her sorrows into his shoulder. He'd been as much unprepared to deal with a crying maiden as she had been to deal with the day, but before the day gave way to night he'd outfitted her in new gear, and dragged her off to practice with him.

Halldor pulled every bit of malice from her. He'd had her shedding her given name and taking on her moniker, and cursing her parents and their bastard monetarist friends. They fought until she could no longer keep hold of her blade that night.

Every day from then on too, she fought, she struggled and she hurt.

But she never cried again.

No, as a matter of fact before the year had ended she'd won well over a hundred matches, she'd saved coin and gained favor, and then just as quickly she retired from the life of a Gladiator.

Anyroad Ul'dahns oft say.

And she did take any road she wished after that.