#ahru answers

[arisenreborn]

character arc -

tagged by: a quick lil quiz I yoinked from my other fandom! tagging: @godwoken, @bearlytolerant, @fizzyghosts, @tautline-hitch, @pawnguild,

@riftstone-of-the-calm, @wraithwars, @hit-tab, @ritens, @elluvians,

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@beastren <3<3<3

quiz here!

romance/friendship arc

you started this story a little hard, or awkward, or stubborn. that's okay. it's harder than it should be to admit, but what you really want is love. that's what your story is all about - not just the act of loving, but the allowance of it. the confession that you do not want to fight or bleed or save the world, but to simply feel the way two hands fit so easily together. you will have two chairs and a table and you will shut your blinds, and you will say the word love without faltering. this is a happy ending, and you do not need to feel guilty. it hurts our hands to fight - never to hold.

redemption arc

your story had a pretty rough start and you did some things you're not proud of, but you made the choice to change. i won't go through how important it is to accept responsibility and keep striving to improve or whatever because you know that already. what i think you should know is that your fuel does not need to be shame. you don’t need to stand over the bathroom sink with your blood in your hands until you can no longer make out your reflection. you will look at your face and you will see the person you used to be, but that person no longer exists. today, you are looking, and that makes all the difference.

Hilariously this fits OG!Rann more than Pawn!Rann but it could fit Pawn!Rann if I thought to flesh out his previous cycle 'incarnation' and the things he did to save Reverie :3c But I thought: 'That feels a bit more like Emrys, but I'm gonna go through legit and see what Emrys gets' and LAUGHED SO HARD.

corruption arc

so. you got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart - this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding.

yeah. that fucking tracks. 🤣

[ishgard]

For the smash or pass: Cirina Mol please

I realize my problem is I could probably imagine a non-canon scenario in which Ahru could bone down with just about anyone (though definitely not everyone) actually. 😂

I feel like they could have such a cute little romantic, no-strings attached friendly fling - but at the same time Cirina deserves the moon, stars, and sun. She deserves 'settling down' in the steppes and getting wifed up, or whatever she wants. 😌

[wxnderersmoved]

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[dravania]

Fluffvember, Day 1: First Kiss

Pairing: Thancred & Ahru (ffxiv wolcred) Word Count: 1,571 Warning: idk alcohol use? two stupid infatuated idiots? AO3 Link

Joining the Scions had been a bit of a no-brainer. Ahru was looking for work, answers, and the person offering her both was Thancred of all people. They’d spent more than a few nights at the Quicksand since their reunion under the Sultantree that fateful day. Reminiscing over their misspent youths in Limsa Lominsa, touching faintly on where their paths had taken them after his sudden departure, and both of them tip-toeing around saying too much about what they’d done in more recent years.

It was almost difficult at times to reconcile the handsome, charming man she shared drinks with to the guarded, stubborn, dirt-smeared boy from the docks. Nowadays it seemed plenty of folks around Ul’dah’s taverns knew him very well, and he had a quip or compliment for each of them.

“Gods, but you were insufferable,” he had chuckled one night as he sloshed the ale in his cup around, “Like a beam of sunlight, the one that’s always aiming right for your eyes.”

“Better that than a storm cloud, glowering around and grumpy everywhere he sulks,” she teased with a toothy grin, and he shook his head at her, smirking before he took the drink.

She’d have been lying if she said she wasn’t interested, and with how close they often found themselves once several cups had been emptied, he was giving her the distinct impression he felt the same. Their hands would touch, a brush against the arm or even the face, light and testing, ‘innocent’, but only at a glance. Though surely, anyone who saw them would have thought anything but.

Yet at the heart of those little touches was a sentiment neither of them would ponder too deeply just yet. The looks in their eyes betrayed them though, perhaps not some heart-pounding discovery, but a gentle, fond recognition of: ‘There you are’, and ‘It’s really you, isn’t it?’

She was curious, how much of all this levity was surface-level. If she got her nails in him, would she find the storm clouds underneath? One way or another didn’t matter so much to her, not now. She wasn’t exactly a beam of sunlight beneath the grins and guffaws after all.

Now, however, they were colleagues, and she wasn’t entirely sure if that was a death knell for… whatever it was they had going on between them. She’d met the others, and been given her first assignment, but it’d be a few days yet before they set out.

When all was said and done, she hadn’t joined the Scions just to get close to him again. That was more of an added benefit. She wanted to better understand these visions, what the Crystal had beckoned her to do, what… any of it meant. She’d be happy though, if it also meant she got to have an old friend back. And if there was more? Well... she wouldn't argue with that either.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Speak of the devil. Or ‘think’, in this case.

Ahru’s ears perked up at the sound of his voice; even when he’d been into a few cups she noticed how quiet his footsteps were. Sat at the end of a corridor in the Waking Sands atop some storage crates she looked up at him from her own cup. She smiled as she cast a glance past him, to the plain view of the relatively open hall before glancing back to him, silently suggesting: ‘It wouldn’t have been that difficult to find me.’

But instead she simply said: “It looks like you’ve found me.”

He glanced back the way she'd looked, and then to her again, shrugging as he hopped up to sit beside her.

“So I have,” he sighed, setting his cup back on the crate behind him before leaning back on his palms. Quiet for just a moment, he turned his head to look at her and ask: “How do you like it?”

Her brows lifted, tail swishing slowly at her side. She could only assume he meant… here. The Waking Sands. The Scions. Not like she’d been here long enough to really form much of an opinion. Feeling a bit ashamed she lowered her gaze back to her cup.

“It’s… kind of a lot,” she admitted quietly. It wasn’t just the drink that made her feel like she could be a bit more brave, and a lot more honest. They may have tip-toed around the ugly spots, but both of them had some inkling of where the other had been in these long years. There was no judgment between them, and she took comfort in that.

“But I think… I’d like to get used to it,” she continued, looking up at the wall across from her as she sat her cup aside, before slowly shifting her gaze back to him. “It seems like good work.” The emphasis placed on ‘good’. Not just another good paying job, but work that did good. It was almost a little hard to imagine herself in a place like this, after where she’d come from.

“You’ll fit in just fine,” he chuckled, and she wondered if he was recalling the little girl who brought him warm honey muffins and the fresh fish she’d caught. That girl, yes, would have been a good fit here.

Reaching his hand up he patted it against the top of her head in a soft, slow, reassuring gesture. A pat on the shoulder might have sufficed, but she smiled and closed her eyes a moment, indeed reassured by it. When was the last time anyone had offered her such a kind touch? Let alone one so comfortably welcomed.

“Ahru,” his voice was quiet and a little strange, pulling her, blinking quickly, from that momentary reprieve. She lifted her gaze again to meet him, finding him much closer now, enough to stop her breath for an instant.

“I’m glad you’re here. Truly,” he said softly, not so much that she had to focus clearly to hear what he was saying, but certainly in a way that drew her in to the detriment of the world around them.

“So am I,” she managed, struggling slightly with this breathless, heart-racing anticipation that in many ways both was, and was not, familiar to her. She was hardly ‘inexperienced’, but at this moment she felt like she very well may have been. Did he feel it too? That, and this insatiable tug between them, daring them to defy the space that remained.

His hand had slipped down to the side of her face now, brushing her hair back as he dipped in closer still. Eyes low, they flitted up to hers as if to ask one final time: ‘Is this all right?’ The same way they had a dozen times before now, with each subtly stolen touch.

She let her eyes drift shut and answered him, as always, with a touch of her own.

The warmth of his lips seemed to her as familiar as his eyes had been, though she’d never known them half as well. Save, perhaps, by sight, for how many times she’d found herself glancing at them in the low light of the Quicksand. The liquor on both their tongues was a fitting mix of bitter and sweet; enough to soften their inhibitions maybe, but not enough for either to question their clarity.

But certainly enough to fuel their fervor. What had started as soft and a little tentative gradually deepened, as warmth kindled low in her gut. Soon enough his other hand crossed over to her opposite side to angle them closer, and both her hands were on him, at shoulder and chest, gripping the fabric of his clothes to keep him closer.

What had deepened then began to quickly grow feverish -his hand was in her hair now, one of hers sliding up beneath his shirt. It wasn’t until they heard a shout from the far room at the other end of the hall that breathless, they both nearly jumped away. With wide-eyes they looked at each other as if they’d nearly been caught doing something they shouldn’t have. Yet their hands lingered on each other, far more chastely than they had been a moment before, but still unwilling to let go.

Slowly, in unison, they both turned their heads towards the far room, where the other Scions were drinking and laughing behind the closed doors. The shout had been followed by laughter, and it didn’t look as if anyone was coming out just yet.

“Should we…?” she started to say in a whisper, but her words soon enough trailed off, not knowing how to end the question. ‘Go back and join the others?’ It was technically supposed to be a little welcome party for her, though it did seem they were managing just fine on their own.

“Find some place a little more private?” The other option that hung on her tongue he seemed to have found for her, looking at her with a smirk that could have been ‘playful’ or ‘inviting’. Depending on how she answered, he’d spin it either way.

Really, what other answer was there?

Shifting her gaze she hummed quietly to herself, before hopping up from the crate with a grin and taking him by the hand. “I trust you know just the spot around here.”

“My darling,” he chuckled, happy to lead on, “I’ll show you several.”

[ravencrossffxiv]

Mandragora!

Mandragora - What would send you into a fit of near-incomprehensible words?

((I’m gonna answer both the SFW and the NSFW but the NSFW is gonna be under a cut. :3))

“Oh dear...well I will say it depends on the emotion I feel, but most often it comes out in embarassment...one time my maman was telling my friends about one time when I was ten, I tried setting her and my uncle Thorfinn on a date.”

She blushes a little as she explains further “It wasn’t until years later that I learned that my uncle is very much not attracted to women, and while I’m grateful it didn’t deter their friendship, I still feel terrible for it. Both of them still laugh about my silly ten year old self doing dumb things like that.”

((NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK))

Raven blushed darkly as she’s reminded of some of the ways her dear sweetheart made her sputter like an idiot. “I decided to give my boyfriend a light swat on the bum in greeting once, expecting him to blush a little but nothing come of it. Instead he shifts his hips a bit so I can get a nice handful of his butt and he makes the most obscene moan escape his lips in my ear where nobody else can hear him and whines “Harder~” and I just hide my face in his shoulder because oh my goodness I can’t believe he did that!!! while I hear him snickering like a fool and like an idiot I do it again, and when I look down there’s a nice tent in his trousers which makes my brain go kaput.”

She hides her face. “We might’ve had a bit of fun that night after he finished up with his work for the day...”

[benes-diction]

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[hiraethr]

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

30 UNCOMMON CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS -accepting

Unless she has some source of… ‘inner peace’ - the presence of a trusted friend, ally, or lover, the even rarer satisfaction and sense that things are, for at least a moment ‘settled’ and well - (all of which can be as temporary as they are fleeting), she doesn’t do well with ‘down time’ at all. 

It’s been a bad habit of hers for a long time now to just keep moving, keep doing something. As long as she’s doing something, she doesn’t have to stop and think, which almost invariably leads to fretting over what-if’s and how-come’s. It’s not that she doesn’t like peace and quiet - far from it - she just really needs therapy doesn’t know how to deal with it. 

Normally, if she really can’t avoid it, she spends her time digging into books or, more recently, pursuing various forms of craft work (leatherworking, weaving/knitting, alchemy). Anything to keep her hands busy and her mind focused.

[kda-chat]

Ahri, texting: Hey.

Ahri, texting: Hey.

Ahri, texting: Hey.

Ahri, texting: Hey.

Ahri, texting: Bitch, I see the read receipts. Answer me back.

Evelynn, texting: For fuck sake, what?

Ahru, texting: Hi :)

[whitherliliesbloom]

42 - Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Character Development Questions (Open!)

She has a lot of people that she came to respect and see as some kind of authority figure or big sister / big brother figure.. but it’s a little hard to answer if she has ever seen anyone as a second dad or mom unless you’re talking about Ahru who belongs to @ishgard :3. 

She’s very adoptable, don’t get me wrong. Most of the time her dynamic within any kind of group is the little sister type who is quiet and considerate of others, and she rarely ever sees herself as a mentor figure for others in turn unless it was explicitly asked or expected of her. But she values the idea of family so much that it’d take a lot for her to outright think of someone unrelated to her as a parental figure. Again unless you’re Ahru and Gaius

[twelveswood]

24. - Any doubts about the relationship?

Well because you said it in discord, I guess I’ll do Noa and Ren. The couple we’ve spoken about like one time. And just wing this.But, short answer: no. Though the relationship may take on different meanings, there’s no doubt there. They are bound to be together in one way or another.But to spice it up we’ll throw some others in there…Addie and Yul, I’d say maybe a little? Briefly? Like, when they first meet back up and Addie’s a lil heartbroken that Yul wouldn’t leave with her, but joined Ahru on her adventure. Of course this is just something they need to sit down and talk about and Addie will be understanding in the knowledge that Yul just wasn’t ready back then. And though Addie might have a dalliance here and there, she always loves Yul. So regardless of what stage their relationship is in, in her heart, she knows she loves her.Kajh and Arsh - oh yes probably. Like when it comes up that Arsh is an ascian. Kajh doubts most “good” things in his life, so this would be no exception. It’ll work out tho.

[ephemeralrequital]

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy~! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifications. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity~! ❤❤❤

akdjakldja thank you so much Ahru ;; ❤❤❤I. My mutuals/friends! Honestly, I’m a surprised anyone follows this mess of a blog, even more so is interested in Laurla at all. It makes me super happy, I can’t stress that enough. Laurla is,,, super precious to me, so to have people interested in her just makes my day. Likewise people wanting to engage in conversation/playful banter/ect with ME. Ya’ll are great ❤ II. Drawing! As stressful as it can be sometimes, I’ve been making art since I was 12? So 11 years of just continuous practice and striving for improvement has been hard, but at this point in my life, how far I’ve come with it, I’m super pleased!! ( shamelessly plugs my dA account and art tag on here. )

III. Supporting other people’s characters and pairings! It’s no secret that I feed ya’ll. Truthfully seeing my mutuals post stuff about them just make me SMILE LIKE YA’LL REALLY OUT THERE DOIN YOUR BEST AND HAVING FUN,,, No one could ask for more ;; seeing ya’ll get into them oc/oc or oc/npc wHATEVER like ya’ll are cute and keep doing you. Your characters are GREAT and every day you post and hc or answer an ask about them you guys are really are just super great and creative ;;!!IV. Video Games! JRPGs! FFXIV is actually my first official MMO (I briefly played WoW, but it was my parents accounts and I didn’t play long considering well,,, they wanted to play LOL) and it’s been a worthwhile experience! I’m mostly a console player though, and I’ve played just about all the FFs, and quite a bit of other series like Persona! I like immersing myself in a new world and new possibilities, plus gives good character inspirations!!V. Not to be super gay on main but my boyfriend. He does a lot for me, if I ask him for something he hardly if ever says no, and he bends over backwards to make sure I’m happy and safe, and that’s really just all anyone could ever ask for. I took a big leap in 2017 with moving into a WHOLE new world (I grew up in small rural towns my whole life, both in Tennessee and in Kentucky, so moving to the BIG APPLE New York was a huge change for me) but I haven’t regret my decision. I couldn’t be happier.

[kitsune-kirei]

Fact! Ahru, Slayer of Eikons, destroyer of armies and countless voidsent horrors, a well-traveled adventurer who's just about seen and done it all... is actually really, really NOT okay with spiders. If they're out there doing their thing is one matter but the moment they're in close quarters with her all bets are off and she's probably hiding in a corner in the fetal position. She's not a fan of yarzon, either, so might be a leg thing.

LOL homg I can totally see Ahru bristling like a kitty and jumping on a table or shelf if she sees one, I got a kick out of this thank you for sharing this amazing fact.

Saerumi isn’t scared of anything, but she doesn’t like animals very much, especially Chocobos. When she was a child her father’s Chocobos would harass her and peck at her long hair since she was new to the Eriha household, and ever since then she’s held a grudge against the large derpy birds. 

OC fact swap: Send me a fact about your OC and I’ll answer with a relevant fact about mine!

[ishgard]

iris & zinnia for the botanical prompts!

[from @/icehearts, and sorry for the angst lmao]

Oh that's fine I love angst thank you so much >3 Answering for Ahru and I'll put them under a cut because 1. length and 2. spoilers! All the way through EW.

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

~Snippets from Letters to the Lifestream~

To Venat: I feel like you know everything already, but if I don't say it I think it'll fester in my lungs. I hated you. Resented you, feared you. I didn't understand you at all. Not until it was too late. I'm so sorry. Thank you for never holding it against me. Thank you for loving me and believing in me. I love you too, so, so much.

To Wilred: I don't know if it means much, but I am so, so proud of you. You may not realize it but you gave me hope and inspiration - to be a better person, too. (there are smudges here, and the lines are scribbled in a more shaky hand) I wish you could see Ala Mhigo now, free and thriving. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you.

To Haurchefant: It's been so long, since I would walk into your quarters and unravel my trials and tales to you. My quill faltered over the paper for so long, remembering how easy it used to be. I never had to pretend, never had to be more than exactly who I was. Thank you. For that, and everything else you gave me. A home, a family, a life. You know, it's not an easy thing, to live after someone dies for you. It's actually really, really hard. But you always believed in me, didn't you? Thank you for that, too. Also, just one more thing. I wish I'd said it then, but I was too foolish to figure it out. I love you. I love you. I love you.

To Emet-Selch: I imagine writing you like this is just going to annoy you. But if anyone actually found these letters it'd be you, I'm sure. Are you having a good rest? The birds are singing, children play, and the star continues to thrive. But what I really want to say is that I miss you. In ways my 'feeble mind' can't fathom but my soul feels keenly. I look forward to meeting you again one day, and annoying you in the next life too.

To Zenos: You godsdamned fool. Why couldn't you listen for once? If you come back again I... Well, I won't kill you again, but I'll do you one worse. I'll make you live. Really live. Oh, you're going to hate it. You're going to love it. (at the bottom of the page, written small) You will come back, won't you?

(on the back of the page, scribbled at a slant in a faster, angry scrawl) You saved me. I hate that you did. But it makes sense that you did, in our special way. I know only you would truly understand it. But here's the thing you won't understand: I love you for it.

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

Ho boy. I'm gonna break this down per character (a few, not all). Gonna put the rest under a cut!

Haurchefant: Bad. To summarize, her mindset basically became "I have to keep going for him, I have to keep going for everyone who is still alive, I have to be everywhere, always, and not ever, ever let this happen again, I can't let anyone else die for me." This was a mindset already seeded by the attack on the Waking Sands and the Bloody Banquet, but really took vicious root with Haurchefant's death. She ran herself ragged until basically post-Stormblood.

I want to say she did gain good things from it too in the long run but that's more her own healing done over a long period of time. She did also realize after he died that she loved him (big oofies), which would be the seed that gradually opened her heart and steadied her spirit in the long run (though also reliant on A Lot of Other Stuff).

Zenos: As far as growth-through-others goes, I feel like Hau and Zenos are two sides of the same coin for Ahru. The two little consciences on her shoulders. Wounds Haurchefant left in her spirit Zenos carved on her flesh to bleed out. I wrote this thing post-SB that I think gives at least some impression:

A kindred beast wrapped in war and bitter despair. A cutting pain that leaves her gasping, bleeding - alive. Human. She remembers in the struggle what it feels like to drown, to barely stay afloat, and then, against all odds, to survive. It is the bricks and mortar of who she is, reconstructed in a terrible dance for the heavens to gaze upon. As her teeth bite down on supple flesh, and blood spills down her throat, she is once more the victor. Once more, alone. 

So yeah, Zenos was absolutely her mirror, and losing him (both times) hit terribly hard despite all the damage he did. But she also realized exactly what made them different; all of the love and companionship she had in her life, deep roots that made the whole world her beloved home.

She also greatly embraced the idea of 'being a monster', at first in a kind of rabid way, on the heels of that mindset mentioned in the Haurchefant section, though gradually more in the sense of 'being a monster isn't such a bad thing': She's powerful and strong and can protect her friends.

Venat: Ahru had so many suspicions about Hydaelyn for so long, and then to have them sorta-kinda 'confirmed' by Emet-Selch? Well, it was more complicated than just giving her the rights to be like "Aha! I knew it!" Because that truth of course came with a lot more information, that made everything a lot more complicated.

I think a lot about meeting her on the boat, how once upon a time Ahru would have chosen the option about 'no longer being able to trust Hydaelyn' - because she never really did. But instead, by this point, she felt so much more compelled and asked 'why show yourself now?' Ahru has always been deeply curious (almost not even a strong enough word) about the Ascians and what drives them, about Zodiark and Hydaelyn.

So then to meet her, to share her stories, to learn the truth behind her blessings, changed everything for her. To learn how similar they were, how deep their connections ran. To learn that this Goddess has been standing firm, waiting for her, just. How soul-shaking it was. She had such little faith in Hydaelyn, and Hydaelyn had so much in her.

There's a lot of other complicated feelings between Ahru and her mother, Ahnia, when compared to the sort of warmth and acceptance she realized Venat gave her. Basically, in the course of Endwalker, she gained a sort-of-mother figure who was then taken away from her and it's a really complicated sort of grief she's dealing with there. It isn't, however as debilitating or damaging a grief as some others, for the most part. Rather, she feels more strong and resolute, renewed of purpose.

There's a common theme in a lot of Ahru's loss, of realizing too late what should have been cherished. And that isn't always her fault, either! she's had to realize. But if there's one thing it's all taught her it's to really hold those she loves close, to keep an open heart, and cherish every encounter.

[ishgard]

👀

Send 👀 to see them in something that would make people stop and stare.

Thank you for the ask! :D This was a gift from an unknown sender, who clearly knew how well it would suit her - despite it being far from anything she'd have chosen for herself.

[FFXIV Screenshot Meme]

[ishgard]

Send 👑 to see them in something they might wear to impress others. (Dealer's choice!)

Thank you so much for the ask!! \o/

This remains one of my favorite fancier tops for Ahru, and if for whatever reason she's aiming to impress someone for a particular occasion, this would be her go-to.

(Though it's worth mentioning, she'd probably have a minor, hilarious meltdown being put in the position where she actually, say, 'had to consider what to wear for a date for someone she wanted to impress'.)

As a semi-side note, she's typically not very comfortable in formal wear/settings but she's acclimated to them just a bit by now. Also the mobility in this dress is pretty high so she isn't worried about it getting terribly in the way if, say, things were to go awry.

[FFXIV Screenshot Meme]

[ishgard]

What are their thoughts about the Key?

Thank you for the ask!! (I think I will put these under a cut for spoilers just to be safe.)

Dawntrail Inspired WoL/OC Asks

The key was one of my favorite parts, and Ahru is as fascinated as she is perplexed by it.

She wholly embraces her past and connection with Azem, so as much as she delved into researching the fuit gummy crystal, she's keen on figuring this thing out - all the more if it might somehow mean bridging the gaps between worlds, especially if it can be done without harm. ("fixing" the void has been one of her prime 'goals' since 2.X, the idea that Azem might have also been trying to do that feels like it'll mesh so well).

And just... What did Azem know? How did they know? What might Venat have told them? It brings to mind the fact that Elidibus knew she'd be arriving to help him with Pandaemonium, as Azem foretold, and how the heck did they know that? (Seriously is there some lost original Japanese dialogue that didn't get translated properly I missed somewhere?)

She loathes the idea that it was used in a way that hurt so many people of course, but holding onto an item very possibly crafted by Azem themselves feels like holding onto a little piece of her own history, connecting her to that lost time and place that is still very dear to her, while potentially (and possibly quite literally) bridging the gap to the world(s) here and now that she holds equally dear to her. idk, it's just very sentimental and re-affirming to her, and she's very eager to uncover it's mysteries.