#abanian

[whitherwanderer]

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[starrysnowdrop]

It’s that time again! Moogle tomes return next week! See the above link for more details, kupo!

[sirotras]

finally starting shb with cella!! god this exoac hits right off the bat

[lavampira]

ngl the one thing throwing me off with the drk questline ng+ is seeing d’alia with her short HW depression era haircut again LOL

[furymint]

honestly feels good that i completed and posted smth. and it only took a few hrs to write. working on larger teredio pieces is exhausting lol i forgot what writing short form felt like. its been over a year probably that ive written nol n eli and I was terrified that id lost them. i still miss them but im glad theyre still there

[myrfing]

strike's somewhere he doesn't feel out of place

[lesenbyan]

I would have better pictures of Rusted but she's uuuuhhhh only set a toe into Ishgard and Broke iirc and Hopeful (the only of my two other Roes I've played) is only barely further and not much better off financially. I pour too much of my creativity re: glams (and irl $$) on Eve o uo;;

[cidnangarlond]

no way people are selling the hairstyles you get with skybuilders scripts for like 200k gil. 1,800 scripts that's like one and a half to two go arounds of the diadem if you're level is high enough. u bitches are nuts

[dvalshock]

please for 6.5 give viera more hair please

[feral-soup]

Momodi: Just put your name here for the registry!

WoL: ...Soup

Momodi:

WoL: Soup For-my-family

Momodi: sure

[anneapocalypse]

Last kiss in the Bookman's Shelves.

He's trying to pack up! She's being distracting. :)

For funsies, outtake below the cut:

Yeah so I basically gave up on the angle I was trying to get here because the bangs on the Gyr Abanian plait were irreconcilably misbehaving. Hence the shot with neither of their faces showing. Kisses are always a mess to pose, especially with height differences; I am simply a masochist and I need elves to smooch.

[nyarumi-nyan]

FC Room Wanted to make a Gyr Abanian inspired room for V'reeah :3

[crystalmarred]

Something about this X'rhun—this man he had no memory of—made him feel seen. Seen in a way that verged on terrifying, like he knew things about him that he had never shared, that he shouldn't rightly know.

But he seemed friendly enough and it's clear that Alisaie trusted him, lest she never would've brought him all the way out here to meet the man.

The mention of that day doesn't surprise X'kijin. It would have been one of the last anyone had seen his father, after all. His father had left the tribe, then returned that day in an effort to save the tribe, some of which were his own children.

While the damage had been mitigated, his father had told him no one would return to Eorzea with him. Even his own daughters—X'kijin's half-sisters wanted naught to do with him.

Be it because he had left the tribe or married a Keeper, X'orehn had been unwelcome amongst the tribe. And X'kijin had already fled it in favor of Gridania.

Sometimes he wondered about that, who he might have been if he'd stayed, if his father had returned and taken him back to Limsa Lominsa to be raised alongside Nok'a and Nok'to, cared for by a woman that was clearly a better mother than his own had ever been.

But to hear that X'rhun still respected his father... That was nice. T'was a sentiment that would fill the man with gladness, next he saw him to tell him, he was sure.

He spoke of changing locales if desires, of walking and talking.

"I... wouldn't mind going to Gyr Abania," he admitted, ever fond of his home, even with the way his upbringing colored his perception. "I... actually managed to get a hold of a bottle of arak. Never got to try it myself."

It was hard to come by and expensive besides, one of the many things stolen from them by the Garleans who had decided their culture and heritage was barbaric and destroyed the date palms necessary for brewing it. It was a problem that was being remedied, some of the seeds having been smuggled out of Gyr Abania, but it would be an age before they would be seeing bottles of arak aplenty again.

"If you're interested...?"

Aaah, there it is: The surprise, the raise of eyebrows, and then the tension that doesn't so much as ebb from the other's shoulders despite the smile he gave along with it.

One didn't always favor speaking of the past, much less having an inkling of their own personal information in the mouth of someone else. One of the same tribe or not, it could be relatively jarring. X'rhun understood.

Probably to a heavier degree than most. Apparent from the obvious indeed, blue orbs rolling across the other's features until they rested on several things that set him apart from his own father:

Scars. A tattoo, the way he never met his eyes - which offended a lot more people than X'rhun himself thought he was allowed. Nevertheless, he cracked a smile at the correction; knowing full well that he could've remembered that had his memory not instantly turned the corner into the realization that this was the son.

"Some things are given a higher precedence in the memory than others. Which evidently amply proves where my remembrance of him simply halts." Oh he wanted to chuckle at that had he not began to grimace at the rest of where that memory trailed off to.

His hands went to his hips, a face not unlike the of someone serious, vision looking down onto the cobblestone grounds of Aleport.

"You've the right of it, being that age that certain time frame still sits plainly in my mind. He was still a respected man in mine own eyes. Gods rest the souls who had to run that day, I distinctly remember him wishing nothing more than to have more hefty assistance. We were all feeling alone that day. . ."

Though X'rhun couldn't lay a finger on it as to whether or not he'd seen X'kijin that very day. The way Ala Mhigans sprinted for shelter, for help; the way that he, too, grabbed hold of anyone who couldn't sprint to safety and moved them along.

How he wished there were others that were of better help than the few that were able to provide.

The older Seeker shook his head, knowing that should he continue down this rather unfortunate memory lane, he'd not only lose the other's interest, but likely his respect. If there was any to consider in the running. Alisaie didn't request him to converse on the past.

"Enough of that, I can see it touches uncomfortably. I was not requested to speak on things like that. I'm sure, if at all, you'd have some questions. Missed anything, wondered about things, simply shocked you've met another of your tribe after so long. Let's talk and walk, lad - you may lead. We do not need to stay within Limsa if you desire elsewhere."

[elizabethrobertajones]

Match your mount?? I ALREADY DO! :D

This is 100% no alterations, no visits to the glamour dresser or the FC chest for dye, Frog's Matchy Matchy look with Turbulence :D

We're proud of being Gyr Abanian here.

Turbulence in full Ala Mhigan Barding, all day every day <3

Augmented Renaissance Brush Survival Hat with Cherry Pink tie Ala Mhigan Gown in Grape Purple and Pumpkin Orange Free Spirit's Ringbands Peacelover's Pantaloons in Peacock Blue (the only missing note - Turbulence is Raptor Blue but we were out when I made this glam pre-DT) Wayfarer's Boots

also this glam you can actually see the Immaculate Ring of Casting, Crystarium necklace and Pangyrist's earring I use for every glam but often get swallowed or forgotten if I wasn't paying attention to jewellery upkeep >.>

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #7: In Pie We Crust

Prompt: morsel || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: This is one time I'm not sorry for a pun. This is your only warning about what's coming, have a snack ready. YOU ARE WELCOME.

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Rereha was a grown woman, halfway through her thirties, had helped save the world multiple times over, but absolutely nothing reverted her to being a twelve-year old sproglet like Angharad Greywolfe’s baking.

The kitchen in the Greywolfe ancestral seat wasn’t as familiar to her as the one in Isolde Greywolfe’s ostentatious manor was; the furniture was different, the shelves of different placement and style and material. But the layout was, almost to the ilm, the same, with a great table as the centerpiece. Aunt Angharad’s influence, certainly, as even with a score of servants manning the household, the Greywolfe matriarch preferred to make the kitchen her domain, to her good-sister’s continued bafflement.

Considering how large and heavy the table was, how darkened and worn the surface, Rere suspected that whatever Garlean household had squatted here during the occupation had decided trying to move the thing was more trouble than it was worth.

The chairs, though, were new, more like stools to accommodate the height of the work table, and Rereha perched on a lalafell-appropriate one, hands flat on the tabletop as she watched Aunt Angharad flit about her kitchen like a hunting hawk. Next to her, Lyse did similar.

“I think the last time I had a proper fruit pie,” Lyse said, her voice dripping with wistful lust, “was just before that damned banquet.”

Aunt Angharad nearly tripped over her own feet in her haste to pivot and stare at Lyse, just as Rere whipped her head around with a horrified squawk. “Lyse.”

Lyse nodded. “S’true. The Resistance cell that Papalymo and I stayed with when we snuck across the Wall had a good supply line, but any fresh fruit they got was dried for better storage, and wheat was for bread and hard tack—”

Rere and Lyse both went rap-rap with their knuckles against the wood, and shared a conspiratorial giggle.

“—and whatever pies were made were meat ones,” Lyse finished. “Pretty tasty, though! I’d forgotten how much I loved gazelle meat. But then we were scrambling back home, and the whole thing with the Griffin…” She paused again, breathing deep, and Rere leaned over to hug her as Aunt Angharad pushed a mug of spiced tea towards her. Lyse returned the hug, then sat up to reach for the mug and sip from it. “Thanks. So, the huge disaster Ilberd made, and then we were running around Gyr Abania and Othard and then I was suddenly given a leadership position and staying in Ala Mhigo, and here we are! I mean, sure, I’ve attended a few formal functions in Eorzea, but those only have the cute little cakes and cookies for dessert. And I’m a good little Gyr Abanian girl, I can and will fight Synnove for the last piece of kunifeh, but pie.”

“Mother Miounne’s blueberry pie,” Rere said dreamily.

Lyse moaned and thunked her head against the table. “With peach ice cream from the Bismarck! Oooohhhh, the way it melts right into the blueberry and makes this cold-and-hot sticky yummy fruit mess on the plate and in your mouth…”

Rere could taste the memory on her tongue as vivid as if she had just shoveled blueberries and ice cream into her mouth, and groaned rapturously.

“Well,” Aunt Angharad laughed setting down a pie tin, “it’s not blueberry, but something tells me that won’t disappoint you girls.”

Rereha and Lyse leaned forward, oohing and aahing in excited delight.

The top crust was perfectly golden brown and no doubt delicious, strips of dough layered into a lattice work as tightly-woven as any picnic basket and encrusted with a cinnamon-sugar mix before being baked. The edges had been neatly crimped, then pressed down with a fork so that the tines made pretty little impressions. A few strategic openings in the lattice allowed steam to escape, curling and dancing upwards and bringing with it the familiar scent of rich cinnamon and ginger and nutmeg and most importantly, cooked, tart apple.

Rereha and Lyse both took deep, appreciative lungfuls, holding the deliciousness in their noses before letting out sighs of pure happiness.

Aunt Angharad chuckled, and made the first cut. The pastry cracked satisfyingly and a shiver went down Rereha’s spine. Aw, yeah, she thought, reaching up to wipe away the drool from her mouth, Angharad Greywolfe’s own pie dough.

“Pie! Pie! Pie! Pie!” Lyse was chanting quietly, staring with huge eyes. Rereha started thumping her hands against the table in accompaniment.

One slice, two slices. With the deft expertise of the experience home cook, Aunt Angharad plated each one without losing any of the filing. Beautiful, spice-covered slices of apple glistened in the kitchen light, before it began to gently ooze out of shape and onto each plate.

Lyse’s stomach made a gurgling noise. Rereha’s followed.

Aunt Angharad’s expressions could properly be called “deeply smug.” She set a fork on each plate, and then gently slid them so they sat perfectly in front of them.

“Do enjoy, girls,” she said, sing-song, with the assurance that would do nothing less.

Rereha picked up her fork. So did Lyse. They clacked forks together, then used them to cut off a large piece of apple pie, and shove said pieces into their own mouths. And moaned.

The crust, as always, was perfectly flaky and soft and good in its own right, made with a combination of sweet cream butter and lard to create the lovely little layers. The crunch beneath Rereha’s teeth was oh-so-satisfying, especially against the soft apple slices.

The sugar-spice blend was cinnamon-dominant, as it should be, the other spices mixed with it added sparingly to enhance rather than overwhelm. Just a hint of the nutmeg, the warmth of ginger, and ooooh, yes, there was the star anise. Rereha continued to chew slowly, savoring each and every bit of this truly divine experience. Along with the sugar that Aunt Angharad had tossed the apples in, it was almost candy-like with how the sugar had caramelized as it cooked. Not quite enough to be a chewy treat in and of itself, of course, but more like a sauce, thick and rich and sweeeeeeeet. So, so, so good. And then the wonderful tartness of the apple, bright enough to cut through the sweet and ensure that the fruit was all that was left on the tongue in delicious memory as Rereha swallowed.

Rereha closed her eyes and sighed. “I love you so much, Auntie,” she said, opening her eyes to claim another bite. Beside her, Lyse was still making frankly obscene noises, cheeks bulging as she continued to chew her first huge bite.

Angharad’s laugh echoed from the other end of the kitchen, and she poked her head in from the cold room. A devious smile was on her lips. “Want some vanilla ice cream for that?”

Lyse nearly choked as she joined Rere’s shriek of, “YES!”

[ubejamjar]

B A S I C S

Name: Ajisai Kawanami

Nicknames:

Aji - Thancred and Alisaie

Aj (not AJ) - Aymeric occasionally in private frequently if they are both inebriated

Little star - Parents. Ajisai uses this as an endearment for children.

Age: Early 30s

Nameday: 7th Sun of the Sixth Astral Moon

Race: Raen Au Ra

Gender: Female

Orientation: Bisexual

Profession: Healer, Warrior of Light

P H Y S I C A L   A S P E C T S

Hair: Naturally straight and deep blue, with lavender at the ends. She keeps it short as a matter of practicality and she doesn’t really know how to care for long hair. It grew out between Heavensward and Stormblood but she cut it just before going to that first meeting in Gridania.

Some kids taught her how to braid and she’s been doing it ever since.

Eyes: Orange-citrine with black limbal rings

Skin: Copper, think Southeast Asian; her scales are white

Tattoos/scars: Ajisai has many, many scars that she keeps covered because she wants to look respectable. One does not simply live a life as a soldier, pirate, and hero and avoid scars. I haven’t decided exactly what scars she has because I haven’t looked into putting them on her.

F A M I L Y

Parents:

-> Kana Kawanami Mother, samurai, former rice farmer and sake brewer, Doman Resistance Fighter.

Currently: Alive and fighting on the Gyr Abanian border under Lord Hien’s command.

-> Tatsuo Kawanami Father, geomancer, former rice farmer and sake brewer, conscripted Imperial healer, presumed dead.

Currently: Alive in Dalmasca (maybe?)

Siblings: None, though she thinks of Lyse, Alphinaud and Alisaie as her little brother and sisters. She adores Thancred as a brother, Y’shtola as an sister.

Grandparents: Murasaki Grandparents: Samurai who lived in Monzen; Kana's estranged parents. They died fighting in the rebellion. They never knew that Kana married, had a child, and lived in Namai.

Takemura: A priest at Shisui who raised Tatsuo as his own son. He was old already when Tatsuo was a child and long dead by present day.

In-laws and Other: The Fortemps: She treats them as extended family though their relationships are complicated. Despite Edmont's fondness for her, Ajisai feels he still holds her responsible for Haurchefant's death.

She is unmarried and unattached though she has romantic feelings for Aymeric (which I wrote an essay about)

Pets: None at the moment

S K I L L S

Abilities: Marksmanship - Great with a gun; refuses to use one ever again

Field Medicine - Aside from her healing magic and botanical knowledge, she is trained in Garlean combat surgery.

Life Sketching - Likes to draw everything she sees in her journals. She carries two at any given time -- one is personal, the other is meant as a gift for Aymeric but who knows if she’ll ever actually give it to him because she wrote a love letter in there.

Hobbies: Reading, specifically books about law and history; astromancy and divination; tea making; drawing; talking entirely too much to strangers; ruin diving; research into ancient civilizations

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Compassion She genuinely cares about the people around her— she wants to do the most good she can do for as many people as she can. It isn’t just about penance, she likes seeing people happy and well.

Most Negative Trait Healing Hubris After years of harsh study and field training, Ajisai believes herself to be the best healer to the point she will not trust other people to heal herself, her companions, or loved ones. She spirals whenever she’s forced to confront the possibility someone might be beyond her abilities (like Haurchefant)

L I K E S

Colors: Summer sky blue, plum purple, lavender

Smells: Cinnamon and clove, sugared pecans, vanilla lavender, freshly baked cookies, pine needles, campfire smoke

Textures: Rough paper, plush blankets, river smooth stones, soft fur

Drinks: Ishgardian tea, hot cocoa, warm milk with honey and cinnamon

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Only to be social

Drinks: Only drinks with Aymeric or alone. She drank heavily after the Vault, along with her sleeping potion use.

Drugs: Used sleeping potions to force herself to sleep and was considering using more… illicit substances to numb the pain before she started napping in the Congregation.

Mount Issuance: Story-wise, Ajisai didn’t join a Grand Company. She just.. wouldn’t leave one military to join another. She took porters and aetherytes until she got Pillion from Haurchefant. She calls him Pillion because Haurchefant said she could ‘ride pillion’, not realizing ‘pillion’ referred to the passenger behind the rider.

Been Arrested: Yes, probably for disturbing the peace in Limsa. Many tavern brawl taken too far, maybe some petty theft and other minor crimes before she got her shit together.

Tagged by: @paintedscales ❤️

Dragging these people into getting arrested with Ajisai: @oh-yeah-no @otherworldseekers @corsair-kovacs @amalthea-felsblood @thewitchofelpis @thevikingwoman @disciple-of-frost @viiioca @sasslett @gatheredfates @pumpkinmagekupo @starres-stuff @khaiens @aislingsurrow

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