#gria gai

[eberine]

for the trans-day: I see cub and gria as transmask and scar as trans ftm + nonbinary :3 🌸 your art is so cool!!!!!!!!

so so cool!!! TY FOR THE COMPLIMENT IT MEANS A LOt TO ME!!!

(i don’t watch cub but W hc anyways) YEAHHH TRANS GRIAN N SCAR!!! i’ve got headcanons for you!!!!

tmasc genderfaunet demiaroace bi grian with he/she pronouns AND trans ftm gay scar with he/it pronouns… idk if you’re a shipper BUT i really like t4t scarian!!!

[444names]

german forenames + scottish surnames + chinese cities BUT excluding "y"

Adalacdha Adrain Akolgh Akou Aluzhou Amhong Anaghunin Anaingxi Anneaic Asdao Axinxing Baillear Bain Bainn Barl Bart Bazhongch Bein Beis Bellfhi Beng Bertun Bhas Bhen Binnacshu Bocau Bragheng Buid Buin Calpeng Camhen Cans Caoling Carsuch Caust Chaig Chain Chainn Chan Cheidong Cheirian Chena Cheng Chou Cilinhou Corg Corgarkou Cothain Craituan Cuing Cèam Daang Daic Daldòmha Dancan Dang Daozhou Dara Dearassan Dian Diastiang Didiann Dolis Dreizhou Dubhart Dubhuim Dùbh Eidh Eing Emachen Emha Emhashuan Emic Enanxi Engjin Enhui Eracgil Este Fang Feithang Feng Flot Foidiang Foir Frag Fraingxin Frianinch Frin Fujinxin Fukaigil Fukas Fuqinig Fuquzhot Fòlain Fòlair Fòlassa Gaids Gais Galand Galinnd Galust Ganshuang Geathard Gein Georgarm Georido Gilheadh Giling Gill Giosa Glilleang Gotou Graid Gralvinin Gria Gridh Griter Guaill Guainhart Gualter Guan Guang Guiriosd Guis Guite Hagan Haichein Hairein Haisbai Hang Haosdeòir Harg Heacshong Heardais Henanggua Heng Hengfan Henqiqiu Henzhou Heògh Heòiliang Hihujiao Hiong Huan Huang Huann Huhain Huhaocan Huid Huidh Huis Hurpadh Huxukar Iminnin Imiriard Jiajin Jianan Jiandan Jiang Jiaqinain Jiazhou Jiestia Jillech Jinne Jong Josalian Josdainna Josdanong Kaigh Kaighaing Kashan Kunchao Laidh Laodh Lauliaol Lebhaigh Lech Leis Lial Lian Liang Liar Linach Ling Linnlèin Linxi Lionghid Liosd Lobear Loidh Loir Lorarai Lorich Luais Luisang Lund Lusa Luxin Lìosain Lütou Maca Macain Macaing Macal Macameing Macana Macaraid Macarlai Macarm Macas Macauke Macbh Macbhang Macbheil Macbhrìos Maccarlhe Maccathna Maccen Macco Maccob Maccois Maccortam Maccrom Maccròs Maccuib Maccume Macdh Macdhang Macding Macearing Maceid Macfhaig Macfhang Macfhe Macfhin Macgh Macghel Macgillag Macgilun Macgisear Macglian Macgolau Macguir Mach Machana Machang Machanna Machara Macher Machezig Machou Machra Machris Machroin Macian Macil Macilbhu Macild Maciliao Macill Macillach Macillair Macillf Macilluir Maciol Maciom Maclam Maclengh Maclui Macmha Macmhain Macmhan Macmhaoxi Macmhargh Macmhnaig Macmhuang Macmhubei Macna Macnedhou Macnich Macnichan Macno Macnong Macphein Macracil Macrada Macrai Macrich Macriter Macràid Macshaigh Macshi Macsporc Macsu Macth Macthaidh Macthen Mactumhou Macuig Macuir Macurar Macus Magal Maicorgh Maid Maig Maing Maiweinn Malain Maltric Manch Maojiaqu Mard Marlhel Marrangua Marsa Mart Mengjia Michen Mille Mireang Mong Morch Morchlan Naccais Naig Nainzhou Nais Neangle Ning Ninndt Olaig Olfhia Orcaowu Othmach Pangch Pathe Paust Pear Peng Phena Phàsa Preng Puidhen Puquzhort Qidh Qingjia Qithaiam Qithua Qiushull Quanick Quelm Qujin Rang Renzhou Ringzhou Rocan Rogan Ronactuli Rondonan Rong Rosan Rudin Ruim Saccuin Sach Sana Seang Shaid Shain Shaing Shaingxin Shais Shan Shanzhou Shekou Shghach Shghan Shijian Shis Shrain Shund Shunmin Shìch Sighdao Sighu Sipp Sirc Smin Sondt Suankaing Such Suidh Sutz Sveruis Sùdruin Taillou Tain Tian Tiùbhing Tolest Tolfhim Tonang Tong Tonggart Tongo Tongxi Torchulan Torsach Tàigis Ululraig Urcheng Vianggas Vinchann Wald Weihuir Weing Weis Weith Weng Wengan Wighaick Woliang Wudeng Wugung Wuhunaig Wuji Xiamshala Ximein Xing Xinne Xuerhais Xuzhatja Zhand Zhas Zhifen Zholaf Zhom Zhomhair Zhona Zhond Zhou Zhujiann Zhuxin

[gegenji]

(Chachanji Gegenji) Saint Fathric's was usually a pretty serene and idyllic location, out and away. Perfect for tasty grasses for sheep or playing hide-and-seek. Very serene. However, that serenity was somewhat marred by the racket that seemed to be coming from below the lip of the cliff. Scratching, scraping, rumbling, and the sounds of rocks cascading into the lake below. And some low whining. (Chachanji Gegenji) "Do I -hafta- climb it thi' way? 'm sure there's gotta be a better way fer me ta get up there..." Silence. "Well, yeah, thi' DOES make it easier but..." A shorter beat. "N-no no no, thi' is fine! I dun need more!"

(Metarutaru Koradrixl) An unhelmed dwarf would begin his survey around Saint Fathric's. Concerning reports have mentioned of a powerful monster causing quite a bit of trouble for Il Mheg and even the Outskirts of Lakeland, so he's taken up the job to defeat this creature for the citizens' safety... and the money of course, can't forget that. (Metarutaru Koradrix) "Whew! Quite the climb! Shame I couldn't bring Gidgett with me, but she oughta be fine waiting back at Lakeland." (Metarutaru Koradrix) "Now where is that thing..."

(Chachanji Gegenji) The scrabbling and scratching would continue to grow louder until a rather sizable hand crested the lip of the cliff face to dig for purchase into the dirt and grass above. Followed shortly by the rest of a rather oversized-looking Lalafell (or helmetless Dwarf, here on the first) pulling himself up and flopping down in the dirt. "Ugh. Agh."

(Metarutaru Koradrixl) Hearing a voice that... definitely doesn't sound like a monster, but louder than he expected nonetheless, would turn to the source of the voice. "Lali-WHAT!?" He would be shocked at the sight! A Giant Dwarf! A contradiction if he ever heard one! Perhaps that is the monster causing all the mayhem! He'd have a hand on his weapon, ready to attack as he moved closer... (Metarutaru Koradrix) "What in all of Norvandt...?"

(Chachanji Gegenji) Whatever the oversized creature was, it was breathing heavily from its exertions. Which ended in a long, rumbling groan as it pushed itself up and into a seated position with a very upset look on its face.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Well! Part of me feels it's hardly sporting to fight a monster that seems ready to keel over on it's own, but regardless!" He hops down from the rock. "Lali-Ho to you, ya foul experiment gone wrong! When I heard something was terrorizing citizens, I didn't know it was some-one-!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) Those large, long ears wiggled at the voice and he looked about. "H-huh? Someone's already found th' monster?" the understandably monsterously-sized figure mused in surprise - failing to notice the Dwarf as he clambered up to his feet to look around for where the beastie might be. Not entirely realizing that the Dwarf had been talking to him.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Hey! Don't you go ignoring me, you overgrown hunk of slag! And don't play dumb either! Course the monster's been found. I'm lookin' at ya right now!" He'd claim to the giant with a huff under his breath. To be looked down upon by another dwarf, and literally, no less!

(Chachanji Gegenji) Those long ears wiggled again, and the paradoxical giant dwarf finally had the sense to -look down- and see the other figure not even thirty fulms away from him. "... Oh hey, I didn't think I'd see 'nother Lalafell out thi' way!" he stated in surprise, kneeling down to get a better look at him. "Ya sayin' somethin' 'bout how ya found th' monster?"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Whaddya mean If I found the monst- YOU! You're the monster! And what the heck is a Lalafell anyway! Eesh, whatever those pixies did to you must've warped your brain too! Don't worry, poor, corrupted Dwarf. I'll put ya out of your misery caused by those troublemakers, yeah?" He felt a bit bad about it. Poor guy must've been subjected to such horrible pixie magics to have them do his bidding and such.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "M-me...?" Chachan echoed, pointing to himself before scooting back a half-step as the pieces clicked into place. Which was a decent distance, comparatively. "A-ah! N-no no no! 'm-m not a monster! Honest!" He waved his hands out wildly in front of himself as if that would clear the air between them in a figurative sense.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Riiight, and I'm the bleeding Crystal Exarch!" He shook his head. "You're as tall as a small hill, when I got reports of a monster terrorizing the folks of Lakeland and Il Mheg." He looks around. "And I don't see anything else that would qualify as monstrous here! So what would that make you, hm?" (Metarutaru Koradrix) the Dwarf seemed a bit unconvinced at the scared giant dwarf/monster's claim.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "I-I dun ev'n know who tha' is!" he stammered back. "'n-n I haven't ev'n been outside'a Il Mheg! 'm tryin' ta find th' creature too! 's-s why 'm up 'ere!" He looked about wildly. "Gria! W-where'd ya go? A lil' help!" There was a flash of light and a delighted giggle and the oversized beast started getting LARGER. "N-not like tha', Gria!"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) He jumped back a bit. "Oh! Going to make it a challenge I see! You and that twisted little master of yours are going to have to go down!" He bangs upon his chest a few times to psych himself up, ready to take down this threat!

(Chachanji Gegenji) "'m-m not tryin' ta challenge anythin'!" the now excessively large Lalafell rumbled out, stumbling back another couple steps - the ground cracking dangerously beneath him as he neared the cliff edge.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Well, you'd better explain yourself, or I'll gladly find out if cowards float!" He got up the rock to be able to be somewhat closer to face level with the giant... though it's not by much.

(Chachanji Gegenji) Despite the obvious size difference between the two, the much larger one seemed very visibly upset by all this. "'m-m tryin' ta! Y-ya jus' dun believe me!" Seeing the dwarf clamber up onto the rock, he sat down to try to be closer to eye level. Hopefully so they could converse better and reach an understanding. "'m-m not normally thi'... big! Gria thought it'd be th' best way fer me ta get up 'ere ta find th' -actual- monster!" (Chachanji Gegenji) The ground rumbled dangerously again as that much Lalafell settled into a seated position (Chachanji Gegenji) ... Of course, even atop the rock, the dwarf was only up to the oversized fellow's knees.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Hey! Mind not taking the entire mountain with ya!?" He almost lost his balance for a moment. "Look... You can't really blame me for thinking you're the monster. No Dwarf is as big as a hill!" He decides to sit down. "Alright, be level with me here. What's the deal, yeah? Who are ya, what is this Lalafell you're talking about when we're clearly Dwarves... at least you -Look- like one."

(Chachanji Gegenji) "A-ah! S-sorry!" he yelped, reaching out to try and catch the dwarf before hesitating and instead drawing into himself. Trying to stay as still as possible. He looked... honestly hurt. Ready to cry even. "I-I know thi' ain't normal..." he whimpered, another odd sound coming from someone of his stature. "'m-m Chachanji. 'n... um... I thought WE was Lalafell..." He motioned between the two of them. "Th-though I guess ya call us Dwarves ov'r 'ere in North Rant?" (Chachanji Gegenji) "Gria kept callin' me one too."

(Metarutaru KoradrixCoeurl) Now he just felt bad. Fighting a monster is supposed to be a fearsome, angry, and dangerous encounter!.... Not this. "Okay okay, no need to start with the waterworks. Il Mheg's got enough water with the Fuath in the lake." He shook his head. "So, Chachanji yeah? Definitely not a Dwarf name I've heard of before. Yeah, in -Norvandt-, we're known as Dwarves, as opposed to... Lah-lah-fell? from wherever you're from... Must've been somewhere real far out there before the whole Flood." He ponders.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Flood?" he echoed curiously to himself, trying to both quiet his sniffling and also think of any floods he knew of. The one that came to mind was, of course, the one his brother spoke of - the flood that ended the War of the Magi. The Lalafell on this side of the world had been over here THAT long? Chachan looked honestly impressed as he rubbed at his eyes with his sleeve. "A-ah, I-I 'spose so. Pretty far 'way. Th' pixies brought me 'ere ta play." (Chachanji Gegenji) "'n help 'em wit monsters 'n stuff... w-which 's why I came up 'ere."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Well... if that's really the case... Pixies do have a habit of messing with anyone and everyone. The fact that they didn't flat out turn you into a leafman or leave you lost forever is, honestly impressive on its own! So, what's say we start over, Chachanji. I'm Koratt, formerly of the Tholl tribe. I'd shake your hand but uh, your hand would crush my whole body... So a proper Lali-ho will suffice!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "A-ah... I-I think they have more fun makin' me huge like thi'..." he stated, rubbing at the back of his neck. Their interest in that - and his reactions to it - were probably what was keeping them FROM turning him into a leafman. At the comment of the handshake issue, he raised a hand and waved it worriedly. "A-ah, I wouldn't crush ya! H-honest!" Though, seeing Koratt seemingly more keen to do this... custom, he tried to mimic it back. "'s-s nice ta meetcha, Mr. Koratt."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Well! It's good to meet ya! Sorry about the uh... threatening to kill ya thing. And Shoot, if you're here to fight the monster too... I'd have no qualms 'bout working together! So long as you make sure I don't wind up like dirt under your boot, yeah? Don't want my life to end by an accident."

(Chachanji Gegenji) "'s-s fine, honest..." Chachan admitted, though his smile was a sad one. "'s-s not s'prisin' folks'd think 'm... w-well... a monster." He shook his head as if to dismiss the gloom from his mind and gave a bit warmer smile. "O-oh, ah, sure thin'! 'd be up fer workin' t'gether. 'n-n I ain't gonna step on a new friend! O-or anyone, fer tha' matter."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Hey, if you wanna step on the monster I'm all for it! So! Let's see if we can't find this critter causing trouble in Il Mheg, Chachanji!" He nods, eager to lend a hand now that this prior confusion is dealt with... and hey, if they're busy messing around with him, here's hoping the Pixies won't start messing with him too! That'd be troublesome otherwise.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "W-well... i-if'n I hafta..." the oversized pacifist stated, lifting the dwarf up on his glove as he got to his feet. Which incidentally gave Koratt a pretty good vantage point to look around for where the creature would be. Being this high up was pretty handy! "I-I honestly dun like hurtin' anyone, but we can't let some monster go 'round hurtin' others neither..."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "The way I see it, a bit of violence be necessary to keep the peace! Specially the way things have been now that all that corruption's going down! People and critters getting rowdy now that the end of the world isn't really coming to pass and whatnot. Still wishin' I can thank the folks who did all that work to fix things in Norvandt..." He let out a sigh, but he seemed content. "Now then!... Hmm... little critter, where would I hide if I were it...." Metarutaru Koradrix looks around.

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan blinked at that. The corruption was probably those Sin Eater things he'd help chase off now and then. Like ashkin or voidsent, really. But end of the world? Maybe that whole Bahamut thing had ramifications all the way out here? The oversized Lalafell shook his head. Now wasn't the time to worry too much about that. "R-right, th' monster, um..." He looked about too, scanning around from his sizeable vantage point for wherever this ACTUAL monster had gotten off to. (Chachanji Gegenji) "... Mebbe in those ruins ov'r there?" He pointed with his free hand.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Ah! That's as good a spot as any! Could be there or maybe hiding in a cave nearby or something. being all sneaky and whatnot, you know?" Metarutaru Koradrix nods to you.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Ah, if'n they're in a cave then 'm gonna have pro'lems if'n Gria keeps bein' a meanie." The Lalafell would quickly regret those words, as the Pixie in question didn't take too kindly to being called a 'meanie.' "Maybe ye need ta be as big as yer mouth!" came an irate chime from up by Chachanji's ear. The oversized Lalafell panicked as more magic was pumped into him, covering his new friend carefully in both hands until it was over. When it was, Koratt had a much higher viewpoint. (Chachanji Gegenji) "'n ev'n moreso now," he sighed, moving quickly away from the cliff edge as it groaned worrisomely under his bulk. (Chachanji Gegenji) Once at the ruins - which was a matter of a few steps at this scale - he set his new companion down gently in front of it.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Ah jeez! Whatever is causing you to grow, mind telling her to slow it down some? You're gonna break everything the way you keep growing, villages included!" He shook his head a she was set down. "Hmm... Least we're both in one piece. Anyhow!" He would move in closely and would see the ruins. "Hmmm.." He'd take a small bag inhand toss it in the ruins, before keeping hidden behind the wall. The bag would pop and something that seemed sparkly would fly about in the ruins... (Metarutaru Koradrix) (A Glitter-like material! cuz it's always so hard to get that off of ya. Easy to find invisible folk with it! (Metarutaru Koradrix) well, if it's there!)

(Chachanji Gegenji) "'s-s Gria, sorry," he stated quietly as he gently settled down into a seated position to keep watch from outside the ruins. Even seated he could see a fair bit, and trying to help with the search would likely cause more harm than good until he at least convinced his upset pixie friend to get him back down to more manageable sizes.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) Looking carefully in, among the glitter there would be juuust a few specks of the glitter not on the ground or on the ruins walls, but instead floating... a tad unnaturally at that! "There you are, you sneaky little bugger..." Meta mutters and looks to his new giant friend and gives a nod to confirm something is indeed in there! He can't see it though aside from the specks of glitter on it, and wonders. "Does your magic mumbo-jumbo let you see it?" He'd ask.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "A-ah, I jus'... get big. If'n it's hidin', ya can prolly find it better'n I can..." he admitted. "I can... um... try'n spook it out by movin' th' rubble 'round or somethin'?" (Chachanji Gegenji) He likely could also just crush it at this size, but he didn't seem too keen on pointing that out. Not without knowing what it was first - if it was a sin eater or an ashkin or something, sure. But if it was a living thing - or, worse, another person - he wanted to try and avoid outright killing it if possible.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Hmm... Nah. you're big, so tell ya what, let's figure out what it is. If it really is a monster or not, I'm gonna draw it out. If it's dangerous, we get rid of it, if it ain't we'll see if we can't catch it and find a better way to deal with it! The Nu Mou are good with magic and might be able to help pacify it if we catch it, if it's worth saving."

(Chachanji Gegenji) "A-ah, so 'm on catchin' duty then?" the Lalafell asked with a sudden bright eagerness at the thought of capture over killing, shifting in his positioning so he was on all fours. "I-I'll do me best!" Somewhere nearby, Gria couldn't help but laugh at this visual of an oversized Lalafell hunkered down in front of the mouth of the ruins like a cat at a mouse-hole.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) Koratt ran in and cause a ruckus, letting out a burst of energy. It would be successful in revealing what was hiding in there, and Indeed it was indeed their quarry! A sin eater, and a Bear-sized one at that! Which compared to Koratt would be large indeed. "Ah-ha! There you are, you little bugger! You're done hurtin' the Lakeland folk!” (Metarutaru Koradrix) Koratt would move out of the ruins, the Bear-like sin eater following angrily, but it would only make it easier for Chachanji to assist once out!

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan started to lunge when Koratt was the first one out, but noted it was his friend just in time to hesitate - hand over the doorway but letting him go past. Due to that, however, when the sin eater came out right on his heels, he was too slow and the hand slammed down right behind the beast as it chased after the dwarf!

(Metarutaru Koradrix) With the hand behind the bear, Koratt is confident! The monster can't get away now! He smirks and charges the bear, using aetherical energy to slam into it hard, and knocking the sin-bear into the giant Dwarf's hand!

(Chachanji Gegenji) The sin eater crashes into the oversized Lalafell's thumb, and he's quick to rotate that hand and completely engulf the beast in it. It's like he's holding a guinea pig rather than a huge bear monster. His grip isn't super tight, and the beast wriggles and flails against him - clawing and biting at those large fingertips. Chachan winces in pain, but refuses to let go! (Chachanji Gegenji) "Th-thi' looks like a sin eater!" he states the obvious.

(Metarutaru Koradrix) Wouldn't be able to get a good clean shot at the bear as he'd like, due to the creature's wriggling and writhing. He'd get a swipe in, but the bear's struggling would get him hit with it's hindpaw, sending him back quite a bit. "Ack!"

(Chachanji Gegenji) "A-ah! Koratt!" Chachan yelps in alarm at his new friend being backhanded (or backpawed?) like that. Distracted by it, the sin eater gets a solid CHOMP on his thumb and the oversized Lalafell yelps and loosens his grip just enough that it's able to wriggle free!

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Grr! I ain't letting some bear make a meal of me!" He gets back up and would charge at the now freed bear! Taking a blocked hit from the sword, it pushed him back a bit and winced, but he went right back in and fought the creature tit-for-tat. thanks to the struggle earlier from their teamwork, it wouldn't be able to keep up and eventually fell, though Koratt was quite winded and a fair bit hurt too. "Hah....hah... Whew... Sin Eaters always are, quite something..."

(Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan wanted to assist in the scrap but the two were too interlocked with each other for him to get a blow without risking hitting his companion as well. His hand hovered nervously back and forth trying to find an opening until the stalwart dwarf got the final blow in.  As the beast slumped to the ground, Chachan shook his hand before lightly suckling on his bit thumb to numb the pain some. Given the size difference, it hadn't broken skin but that monster's jaws had PINCHED it pretty good. (Chachanji Gegenji) Given the creature was a soulless husk like an ashkin, and leaving any chance of it still able to move could result in his new friend or someone else being further harmed - or infected! Chachan only felt a twinge of regret for the life the bear once had before its transformation before he slammed a fist down into it, tendrils of white smoke curling up around the impact. (Chachanji Gegenji) "Th-there," he added as a bit of lame finality before looking to his friend. "A-are ya akay, Koratt?"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) Koratt winces a bit at the sight of the crushed sin eater, full glad he is on his side and actually didn't try to hurt the giant Dwarf before! He opts to sit down. "A little banged up... But nothing I can't get over with some rest, recovery, and alcohol, heh..." He snickers a bit before wincing. "Ow. How about you? He... He didn't infect you, I hope, did he cut your stab you with his claws?" He asked, visibly very concerned for Chachanji as he is unsure.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Ah, I can help wit tha' a lil'..." he offered, holding a very large hand over the Dwarf. The hand would glow with a faint golden light as he sent some healing energy into his companion. His healing magic was usually rather weak - not good for much beyond minor scratches and scrapes - but bolstered with some of the extra aether in him due to his increased size, it would actually be able to do SOME actual mending. His form actually dwindled a bit in size as that aether was used up, but it would-- (Chachanji Gegenji) be difficult to notice given it was a couple fulms out of around a hundred and fifty. (Chachanji Gegenji) "'n 'm fine, dun worry... th' bites 'n stuff hurt, but it didn't break skin."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) He would feel himself getting better already! He smiles brightly at him. It would at least be enough to get back home safely, for sure. He nods to him. "Wow, wasn't expecting that... Thanks a bunch. Man, do I owe you an apology and then some for earlier! Tell you what, if you can find a way to be proper sized to walk into a town, You just have to let me treat you to some good food and drink! The least I could do for helping me here, Chachanji." Metarutaru Koradrix smiles at you.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "'m sorry I can't heal much more'n tha'. Ain't never been too good at it," Chachan stated apologetically, but with a smile. "'n-n dun worry about it. I... kinda can't blame ya fer thinkin' I was th' monster, y'know?" The smile is slightly tinged with sadness, but not nearly as much as before. Hard to be as upset about it when misunderstandings were corrected and a new friendship was forged! "'n-n 'm sure Gria'll help get me back down ta size." He scratched at his cheek. "I figger I owe 'em an-- (Chachanji Gegenji) apology first, though."

(Metarutaru Koradrix) "Well... Alright, I won't question magic shenanigans in Il Mheg... But if ya got the time, Meet me sometime at the Ostall Imperative! It's south of the gate to Il Mheg itself, and I'll treat ya! I need to head back to them and give 'em a heads up things are all safe here now. Well, as safe as Il Mheg can be, hah! I'll see you soon Chachanji!"

(Metarutaru Koradrix) He waves farewell to him, and making sure not to be in Il Mheg too long, risky business that is after all. He'd begin to work on his trek back down, revitalized by the healing.

(Chachanji Gegenji) "Ah, sure thin'. Will ya be able ta get down alright or...?" he started to offer, but the dwarf was already on his way. So he just gave him a wave as Gria twirled into existence next to his oversized ear, hands on hips. "Sure as ye are over a hundred fulms tall, Chachanji," they stated with a pout. "Ye -better- be apologizing! I gave you all that aether and you call me a MEANIE."

[gegenji]

I actually have a whole little plot of Chachan getting Pixie-napped to the First!

With it, I actually created two fae for that purpose: the self-aggrandizing fashionista pixie themself (Gria Gai) and a no-nonsense Nu Mou leatherworker that Chachan works with (Caire Amh). I have a bunch of story bits I’ve written regarding it - which are all tagged with Gria’s name - but I’d definitely be up for RPing more of his time on the First... or interactions back on the Source after his return!

Fae RPers?

Interest check! Anybody else out there absolutely obsessed with Il Mheg, the Pixies, the Fuath, Titania, and dancing in circles forever? Luring gullible humes into a realm of dreams and illusions and keeping them there, as playthings, until they fall apart? (Or until you’re bored and turn them into leafmen?)

Jokes aside, the Fae Folk are cool as hell and FFXIV really did them justice, portraying them as whimsical and playful yet terrifying, and altogether otherworldly. Plus the choice of they/them pronouns for all of them is a pretty awesome addition, a cool take that I’ve never seen before yet makes perfect sense for the Fae to go with. So, who else likes the FFXIV Fae? Wants to RP with them or in plots involving them? Wants to RP AS one? Has made a character from Il Mheg or with Fae lore central to their story? A Fae-Touched mortal? I have! Who else?

[gin-and-peaches]

girlfriends!!!

[griancraft]

Being a trans gay man with terrible taste in romantic interests, I know what it’s like to fall in love wet soggy cardboard box men. So in this video I will be partnering with gria-

[gaypersonalscouple03]

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G: Hast du eine Mitzi Tant’?

Leider nein, ich hab nur eine Fritzi Tant’. ._. Eine Schande, ich weiß.

A: Aus welchem Bundesland kommst du?

Wien! Hab mein ganzes Leben hier verbracht und nie woanders gelebt. (Das klingt jetzt als wäre ich uralt, aber es ist halt die Wahrheit.)

Y: “Servus”, “Grüß Gott”, “Grias di” oder “Guten Tag”?

Ich sag tatsächlich immer “Grüß Gott”. Das war bisher immer ein echtes Problem für mich, wenn ich in Deutschland war, weil ich mich dann auf “Guten Tag” um- beziehungsweise einstellen musste und das war oft gar nicht so einfach!

[gegenji]

FFXIV Write 2019 #25: Trust

Written for Prompt Twenty-Five of @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast‘s daily writing challenge for September!

Now this is a word that also fits Chachan super well! I waffled over a couple ideas for it before this one struck me and I set to writing. Somewhere along the way it took a bit of a turn I didn’t expect but... hopefully the result is still enjoyable in its own way.

And hopefully gives Gria a little more depth than “I’m amazing and everyone should love me.”

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Gria Gai couldn’t really believe it but… the Pixie was actually starting to feel a little bit… bad for their Mortal.

Chachanji had been here several suns now. Had hunted an invisible beast in order to make an outfit that would scale with him and show off the fashionable fae’s creations via glamour on the largest stage possible. Had played game after game with the Pixies and the Fuath, had done patronage after patronage for the Nu Mou, and even swung by the Amaro to give them a nice petting now and then. He had even established himself a little temporary home near the village so he can do his nasty smith-work away from everyone else.

There was a key word in that, though: temporary. The home was supposed to be a temporary thing – a place for the Dwarfafell to stay and do his Dwarfafell things – until it was time for him to go back home. That was Chachanji’s understanding of it, at least, and all the fae seemed content to let him believe that. Always pushing off when this nebulous day would be behind promises of “after we’re done playing” or “after a few more patronages.” And each time, he’d smile and nod.

Always trusting them, always doing what they asked of him.

But Gria was starting to notice it now in Chachan’s eyes as the suns passed – perhaps due to the pact they had made back in his forge in that other land, or perhaps just due to having spent so much time with the Lalafell. There was a lurking, building sadness that he seemed to be doing his best to hide. A hint of quiet forlorn-ness and yearning to go back to where he came from. Sometimes it could be detected in his tone, if only barely, when he timidly mustered the courage to asked once again when he could go home.

And each time they told him: once they were done.

Which was a bit of an unfair response; fae were never done. Pixies would always find more games to play, the Fuath would always devise more pranks to pull, and the Nu Mou would always be looking for more of that joy wrought by patronage. He had to have figured this out by this point. Had to know that.

And yet he would just smile and nod, raising no complaint, and Gria could see that sadness grow a little bit deeper.

It was actually starting to frustrate the Pixie a little bit, now that they saw it – couldn’t un-see it every time. Why didn’t Chachanji just put his foot down and say he was done? That he had played and helped enough, and that it was time for him to go home. Plenty of other Mortals that they had trapped here had eventually sought to leave once again – even Urianger! And he had stayed for a long time!

Of course, several of those who sought to leave ended up as leafmen in the process… But still! They tried!

Gria didn’t want him to leave, of course. Chachanji was their Mortal, after all, and should be happy and even grateful about spending time around them. And – to his credit – he did seem to enjoy being able to help the fae out, that he helped them all smile. That he helped keep them safe and happy in his own little way. And that was perhaps part of why it took Gria so long to notice this – even as perfectly perceptive as the Pixie was, and how bad the Dwarfafell was at hiding things.

But that quiet resignation and sadness stabbed at the Pixie’s heart like a cold iron spear every time they noticed it now - and they did notice it. And Gria didn’t like it. Not one bit. Made even more painful since Gria knew their Mortal was trusting them to keep up their promise to get him back home. Believed that they’d get him back home.

And so Gria actually found themselves wondering how they would actually manage to do that. It had taken some pretty intense persuading to get most of the other Pixies to help bring Chachanji here in the first place. Getting them to so willingly send him away again with all the fun he provided (whether he was aware of the games and pranks or not) would be an even harder task. Not to mention they would likely be more keen to just make the Lalafell into the biggest leafman ever instead once they finally got bored of him.

Which, while it was an appealing idea, it also left an oddly dissatisfying taste in Gria’s mouth at the same time.

Their Mortal was special. That was obvious, as Gria themselves had chosen him so that was a given. And so he deserved something more than that, better than that. As befitting one someone so generously bequeathed the distinction of being of Gria’s Mortal.

And besides, while looking for a way for the Lalafell to go back home, they could also figure out an easier way to bring him back again. The King’s Mortal seemed to be able to come and go as they pleased, after all, so there was no reason Gria’s couldn’t! Not to mention the capable Pixie could always visit Chachanji back in his land and see all the exciting stuff there. Stuff that most other fae would never get to see.

So, really, finding a way for Chachanji to return wasn’t that bad at all, now that Gria thought about it a little! Not a problem! And that would certainly cheer their Mortal up a great bit with such a magnanimous gesture.

… They just needed to figure out how to make that happen first.

Hm.

[gegenji]

A Pixie’s First Impressions

Gria Gai was a Pixie on a mission.

After seeing the Mortal that their King had claimed as their sapling – and all the antics and just… general fun that had been had after their arrival – Gria had come to a decision. They would find a Mortal all their own to play with. Other Pixies had gotten similar ideas in their head, but Gria was certain they were going to have the best one.

They’d share, of course. Just to show them off. After all, how would anyone know they had the best sapling if they didn’t?

However, that meant going to the place where the King had gotten theirs. Sure, Gria could be lazy like a couple of the other Pixies who seemed to be content flitting about looking for interesting Mortals in the lands around Il Mheg, but that would be just that. Lazy. Plus, seeing the land the King’s sapling had come from seemed like it could be fun in its own right. A strange, foreign land!

Finding a way to actually get there took a bit of doing – even though the King seemed to flit to and fro from there like it was nothing – but a stroke of luck came from fellow Pixie Lor Feo who apparently made several similar trips. Traveling to this other world to look at weather of all things. Seemed a bit boring to Gria (they had plenty of weather back home now that whole dull “perpetual daylight” thing had been fixed, after all!) but who were they to judge? Especially if they were willing to let Gria tag along to find The Bestest Sapling.

And that brought Gria to where they were now.

The aspiring skywatcher of a Pixie had led Gria to a bustling city in the middle of what was supposed to be in the middle of a desert. That’s what they said, anyway. However, it was raining when they arrived and it doesn’t rain in deserts, that’s why they’re deserts!

Like Amh Araeng. And there weren’t even any Mord or a single Ghilman around! At least nowhere that Gria could see.

... What was the term for more than one Ghilman anyway? Ghilmans? Ghilmen? Ghilmany? Whatever it was, there weren’t any of them here.

Regardless of proper Ghilman pluralization, there were a lot of interesting non-Ghilman Mortal folk to pick and choose from for Gria’s own sapling. The most populous seemed to be the helmet-less Dwarves – which Gria honestly liked better, as the old “helmet and beard” look was so overdone – alongside Humes and Galdjent. They used different names here, though. Humes were “Hyur” (about the same, how boring!), the Galdjent were “Roegadyn” (quite the change!), and Dwarves had a much more fun and musical name of “Lalafell.”

Gria spent a fair bit of time flitting about – as they hadn’t seen so many Mortals outside the Crystarium before! – and looking over their options. Staying invisible the entire time, of course. Didn’t want them to know they were being tested so they couldn’t cheat or something! That way Gria could properly rate them all on very important and very precise criteria that the Pixie decided on the spot.

And there were a lot of places to check, too! There was a spot where many seemed to gather to eat and drink and talk and fight, another that seemed to be about fighting but was much stuffier and more regimented, and yet another fighting place where Mortals watched other Mortals fight each other or other creatures. A lot of fighting here, honestly.

But what ultimately grabbed Gria’s attention was a part of the city where the Mortals were all dressed up in colorful and interesting outfits. The Weaver’s Guild, they called it, headed by a Galdjent – wait, Roegadyn – by the name of Redolent Rose who seemed to be quite the fashionable sort. And popular too, as many seemed to come to him in order to have more of those delightful outfits created.

Gria spent what might’ve been an undue amount of time following this Redolent Rose around, watching him work. It was all very interesting; turning spools of cloth and glittering bits of metal and crystal into visually entertaining pieces. Gria tried their hand at it a little too - with a needle that one of the other Mortals had very obviously misplaced out in the open like that - and made a nice little dress for themself. Well, it looked nice after a quick glamouring to hide the patchwork nature and irregular stitching. But that was to be expected - Gria was still learning, after all!

Things got even better when - while tending to the various pricks and bruises caused by the needle failing to cooperate - Gria noticed Redolent slipping off somewhere. And trying to be covert about it, which meant it must be for something extra fun! And so the Pixie, tossing the needle dismissively over their shoulder (it knew what it did), followed after.

And how Gria was rewarded for their sharp eyes and brilliant deductive reasoning! For the Galdjent-Roegadyn led the Pixie to the most wonderfully colorful and exciting place yet, full of noise and life and prizes! There were so many fun things for Gria to do there, like chasing the giant birds racing around a track.

Or watching Mortals play strange games involving numbered cards with pictures on them and strange glyphed little white squares.

Or dancing with the strange little green fellow in the nice suit that wandered around the place.

Or trying their hand at striking the small statue of a goofy red-garbed fellow.

Or laughing at the Mortals who got sneezed off that raised platform. Or fell on one of the multiple climbing puzzles. Or exploded off, in a couple cases. Which, honestly, was the funnier way for them to be dislodged.

All these delightful distractions, of course, meant that Gria kinda-sorta… lost track of the Galdjadyn. But who could blame the Pixie, with so many fun and interesting things to do there? No one, that’s who. Honestly, it would be strange for anyone not to want to check all everything this place offered!

And it wasn’t like Gria didn’t try and find them... after “helping” a Mortal who was trying to control a claw thing in a box. They just weren’t handling it right, after all. But after that, the Pixie totally went to try and find out where Redolent went and they totally almost found them!

It just so happened that there was someone who had a similar fashion sense that was judging people’s outfits based on themes. But they were named Masked Rose, not Redolent Rose! That’s a totally different kind of rose… not that Gria had ever seen a rose with a mask before. Sounded mysterious.

Gria wanted - nay, needed - to find Redolent Rose though, as entertaining as it was to watch this one praise and berate other Mortals’ outfits on all sorts of criteria. Plus, the masked Roegajent had also disappeared at some point when the Pixie went to go see (and participate in) what seemed like a sudden dance contest. So, with neither kind of Rose seemingly around, Gria made the very tough decision to head on back to the Weaver’s Guild.

They were a Pixie on a mission, after all.

… After trying their hand at that “Monster Ball” thing. Was the ball really a monster? Or did they throw the ball at monsters? Gria needed to find out. It was very important.

[gegenji]

FFXIV Write 2019 #12: Fingers Crossed

Written for Prompt Twelve of @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast‘s daily writing challenge for September!

This one actually touches once again on the situation of Chachan on the First. And, despite how colorful and whimsical and fun being with the Pixies could be... just how much of a problem it is as well.

A problem, hopefully, that can be resolved via some RP in the future!

Will anyone come to find and help a poor lost Lalafellin lad?

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Crossing your fingers has a couple meanings. The main one is to in hope – that something will work out, will work the way you’d like it to. Or in support of something similar happening for someone you care about. A positive thing.

However, there was another meaning. One far less positive and a bit more underhanded and tricksy. And, honestly, perhaps even a bit childish. To make a promise with your fingers crossed – usually hidden away to avoid detection – implied it was one that would not be kept. A word given unfaithfully, falsely, with no intent to follow through.

It should be no surprise then, that it was a bit of a childish antic that one would expect of the Pixies of Il Mheg. Promises made falsely that wouldn’t be kept due to the free and whimsical nature of the fae. But one would be surprised to find that they weren’t – promises made were kept. Bonds that were forged were not so easily broken. And debts were always repaid.

The question, of course, of how stringently they stuck to them. Flower seeds promised to be provided for a fee but scattered due to no promise that it’d all be in one place. A crown provided, but an attempt to collect an extra life in exchange at the last moment. The extent of the bending of the rules placed down varied from fae to fae.

Which ultimately was a bit of bad news to the poor, unsuspecting Lalafell known as Chachanji Gegenji.

He was unaware of the ways of the fairy folk – even oblivious to the fact that they came from another Shard entirely (or that he himself was now upon that Shard). And so, he had made his promise to Gria Gai to come visit them and their friends sometime. No specification of when, no specification of where, and… perhaps worst of all… no specification of how long.

Thus, as he helped and played and ran errands and suffered pranks a-plenty, the question was oft-raised of when he’d be able to get back home. And always was the answer: when we’re done playing. But the Pixies were never done playing, never done with the games and the jokes and the troubles they made and needed help with afterward. The Nu Mou were always eager for more patronage, and the Fauth were ever in need for entertainment. Hours turned to days to weeks, lost to time and the fog that kept the little smith ensnared within the confines of the fairy kingdom.

It wasn’t a true lie – a promise made with fingers crossed – but it was still quite close. And such underhandedness, such willful bending of the rules, could very well leave the little Lalafell trapped there for a long time to come. Until the Pixies and Nu Mou and even Fauth the finally lose interest in him, or someone else comes to wrest him free from the grip of the fae.

And, with things as they stood, one could only hope – with crossed fingers, perhaps – that the latter happened before the former. And soon.

[gegenji]

FFXIV Write 2019 #22: Nap

Written for Prompt Twenty-Two of @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast‘s daily writing challenge for September!

The third no-prompt-slash-extra-credit day! I was thinking of just using this as the “make-up” for the one entry I was late on... but a little story idea came to mind that I wanted to do too. I think doing both is okay? We’ll see.

For now, I hope you enjoy this little idea of mine.

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“Chanji! Chanji! Ugh,” called a rather perturbed Gria Gai, flitting back and forth over the flowery fields of Il Mheg. “Where did ye go? We’re not playin’ hide’n seek yet! That’s later!”

After finally dragging the otherworld Dwarf from his cave abode, the Pixie had a whole day of fun planned. Showing off new outfit designs Gria had thought up via glamouring the lad’s outfit, games of tag and keep-away with the other Pixies, and plenty of pranks both on the aforementioned other pixies and Chachanji himself. And that was just for the morning! There was so much more fun to be had after a delicious lunch!

And delicious it was, with fruits and berries Gria had gotten Chachanji to help gather (and deal with the nasty bugs that guarded them). But with bellies full, the Lalafell had gone missing in action! And had left the Pixie stuck having to find out where he had disappeared to. Which might have been more fun if they had known it was going to happen. As it was, it was just keeping them from other fun things – like collecting flowers or more pranks.

At least he couldn’t have gotten too far. The fae magicks were still in place on him, making him lose direction and limiting his vision to keep him from getting away. It wasn’t as strong an enchantment as it usually was – as he needed to see further when he was bigger to keep from stumbling about (as fun as the stumbling itself was) and breaking something important – but still strong enough to keep him within the confines of the fairy kingdom.

So why hadn’t Gria found him yet?

The Pixie was a-grumble with irritation as they flitted past a crystalline outcropping before putting on the brakes and backing up a bit. There, resting against the glittering spire, was their target. Sound asleep, even!

“There ye are! I’ve been lookin’ all over fer ye!” Gria chided, fluttering right up to the dozing Dwarf’s face to poke at a freckled cheek. “We got a whole afternoon’a stuff ta do! We can’t jus’ have ye lyin’ around in this tranquil spot… among all th’ flowers… ‘n… dozin’ in the sunlight…”

The Pixie tapered off and looked around. All around them was the gentle sights and smells of the flower-filled meadow, all sent into motion through the occasional gentle breeze that wafted across it before crashing softly against both Gria and their sleeping Mortal. The afternoon sun, too, was set just right to both pass through the crystal to cast a glittering display of prismatic colors… and make the air warm and cozy.

It was honestly a perfect napping spot.

Gria flittered this way and that a little, indecision now seeping into their mind. There was a lot of fun stuff to be had, but… this was totally too nice of a situation to go to waste. The other Pixies were sure to be waiting for the star of the show to show up, but the gentle snoozing of Chachanji was really persuasive.

In the end, Gria settled down atop the fluffy mass of hair atop the Lalafell’s head. Which was surprisingly soft – the Pixie made a mental note to ask how he kept it so soft. But that was a mystery to be solved later. For now, though…?

“I’ll let ye go this one time,” Gria stated softly, punctuated by a yawn and a stretch before resting back against the same crystal their Mortal was. “Just this once…”

And then there was a Lalafell and a Pixie napping against the crystal.

[gegenji]

FFXIV Write 2019 #30: Darkness

Written for Prompt Thirty of @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast‘s daily writing challenge for September!

The final day of the event! This has been a lot of fun for me - pushing myself to put something out on a near daily basis without waffling and reviewing and rewriting my stories over and over again. Worrying whether or not people will actually like what I write. And just... writing.

There’s a couple pieces that I feel like I’ll be pushing myself to actually get out now, with the challenge done. But that’s for later. For now... that final prompt.

(My favorite part about it is Chachan could be normal size or huge in this one and you can’t tell which!)

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“Ah, here ye are, I was lookin’ all over fer ye!”

Chachanji looked down from his perch, resting against a plateau of rock jutting out from the mountainous ring that surrounded Il Mheg. His gaze had been skyward, at the familiar evening sky. Twinkling stars and constellations against a velvet sheet of blackness. Noting the initial direction of the Lalafell’s gaze, Gria Gai soon turned their gaze upward as well.

“Pretty, ain’t it?” the Pixie chirped as Chachan’s attentions returned to the night sky as well. “’s nice ta have it back again.”

“Yeah, ‘s nice ta look up at it now ‘n then,” Chachan agreed with a nod. A nod that slowed as he comprehended the second half of Gria’s commentary. He blinked. “Wait, what?”

“Oh yeh, had cycles upon cycles where there weren’t no night,” the Pixie stated, settling atop Chachanji’s head and resting comfortably in his floofy mass of hair. “Not until the King’s Mortal – the current King, mind ye – defeated our previous one, who had been turned into a Sin Eater and sealed up within the castle.”

“No… night?” the Lalafell questioned again, not quite understanding. “So, like… it was jus’… day all th’ time?”

“Well yeh,” Gria responded with a shrug, giving him a patronizing pat with one hand. “What do ye think it meant?”

“I ‘unno! I ain’t heard of’a place where ‘s day all th’ time.”

“Oh, it was all over Norvrandt,” the Pixie clarified, though Chachan’s expression clearly showed that it didn’t really answer anything. “The King’s Mortal fixed all that, though.”

“North Rant?”

“Norvrandt.”

“Where th’ heck is tha’?”

“It’s here, ye big silly.”

“Tha’s not what I mean…” Chachan insisted, going cross-eyed as he tried to look up at the little fairy sitting on his head. “I ain’t heard’a Il Mheg a’fore comin’ ‘ere, ‘n now yer sayin’ it’s in a place I ain’t never heard’a a’fore. ‘n I ain’t never heard’a place stuck in eternal day neither.”

“Well it was!” Gria pouted, getting a bit defensive and making grand gestures for emphasis. “All day! All the time!”

“I believe ya, I believe ya!” the smith quickly responded as he made calming motions with his hands. “’s jus’…” He leaned back and stared up at the stars again. “I always thought we was, like… in some distant part’a th’ Shroud or mebbe Ilsabard. But it sounds like we’re ev’n further from me home than I thought…”

“Oh, really really far,” the Pixie agreed as they scrambled up onto Chachanji’s forehead to avoid tumbling off. Gazing down at the frowning expression on his freckled features, however, Gria quickly added: “B-but don’t ye worry! I promised ta get ye back home, and I’m a fairy of me word!”

“I believe ya,” Chachan stated a third time, a bit more softly, as a weak smile broke through the frown.

“Just one question.”

“Sure thin’.”

“A shroud of what?”

“Oh jeez. Where ta begin. Well, ya see… there’s thi’ huge forest out th’ Eorzean part’a Aldenard…”

“That other place ye mentioned?”

“No no, tha’s Ilsabard. Not Aldenard,” the Lalafell corrected, slowly shaking his head. “Dun worry, though, I mix ‘em up sometimes too. Anyroad, deep in th’ Shroud is a town called Gridania ‘n…”

And so Chachan unfurled what little bit of geography he knew to the curious Pixie, thinking he was just describing another part of the world to his fae companion. Completely oblivious that he was farther away from home than he could even imagine. And yet also not that far away at all.

Two separate reflections – two worlds of fourteen – all sharing the same night sky.

[gegenji]

FFXIV Write 2019 #4: Shifting Blame

Written for Prompt Four of @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast‘s daily writing challenge for September!

This one took me a bit of thinking. Mostly on who would be shifting the blame to whom. Chachan’s too much of a good-natured dork to do something like that, after all. I was waffling between something with Gogon, but then this idea popped into my head to further add to the First antics.

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The journey to Pla Enni was a bit of an informative one, both to help Chachanji understand the situation as well as keep Gria Gai from getting too distracted. The Pixie – and that clarification had been made very early on in the trip – was the one leading the way, and thus had to be kept from wandering both mentally and literally. The little smith didn’t know the way, and the still ever-present fog meant that he’d probably have issues even if he did.

And so, he had drummed up conversation with Gria and managed to pry a few pieces of the puzzle together. Along with the whole “Pixie and not Sylph” thing, he had learned he was in the fae kingdom of Il Mheg. He had been brought here by Gria and their friends (mostly by Gria, the fairy had been quick to insist) in order to fulfill Chachan’s promise to come visit and play.

A promise the Lalafell had made thinking they meant traveling to the Shroud, rather than… wherever here was. Though, it might be part of the Shroud; hard to tell through the fog. Which, unfortunately, none of the Pixies seemed willing to lift on his behalf. Something about not wanting him to wander off again before they were done playing.

Playing, of course, seeming to be comprised of various pranks, errands, and getting him to help deal with the various creatures around Lydha Lran. Sometimes even dealing with the aftermath of pranks made on the Pixies by the other fae that lived in Il Mheg – frog-like creatures known as the Fuath. And an oddly large amount of these tasks involved making him “big enough to handle them.” Sometimes it made sense, as the fae themselves seemed to like making literally big problems, but other times it just felt like they enjoyed the discomfort it caused him.

At the very least, he had managed to talk Gria into getting him some new clothes if he was going to keep playing with them like this. The experimental outfit Ms. Ruri had made for him had been basically been in tatters when he had gotten here – as he had been well over the 10 yalm scaling limit – and the Pixies’ penchant for playing with his ability hadn’t helped with matters.

But thinking on that did raise another question in Chachan’s mind.

“Hey, uh… Gria?”

“What now?” the Pixie sighed, looking up from patch of flowers they had been plucking and weaving into a flower crown for themself. “Ye got more questions?”

“S-sorry,” the Lalafell apologized, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I was jus’ curious… why was I so big when I woke up ‘ere? Did whatev’r magicks ya used on me ta get me ‘ere do tha’?”

“’Course not,” Gria stated as they set the crown on their head. “Ye were th’ size ye are now when I brought ye here.”

“Then how’d I end up like tha’?”

“He doesn’t look all that interesting,” one of the other Pixies chided, circling around the sleeping form of the Mortal they had yanked across dimensions. “Good hair color and interestin’ clothes, but otherwise he’s just a Dwarf, ain’t he?”

“Wait, Gria, you said he had that special trick, right?” one of the others chimed in. “He can get bigger!”

“A’course he can get bigger,” Gria affirmed proudly. “When I first saw ‘im he was as tall as twenty Pixies!”

“Well… make him do it, then,” the first Pixie insisted. “We wanna see!”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Gria huffed proudly as the other Pixies goaded them on excitedly, rolling up nonexistent sleeves. “Ye just gotta put some magic in him, like this!”

Like the Lalafell had explained to the Pixie after stumbling across his “neat trick,” Gria channeled some of their magic into the sleeping lad’s form. And, almost immediately, his body began to swell as his groaned and shifted in his slumber – his clothing stretching some to match – until he was easily twice his normal size.

“Ta-da!”

Most of the other Pixies cheered and applauded. But the first Pixie didn’t seem nearly as impressed, fluttering closer to the double-sized Dwarf and looking him over. Then pausing and holding a hand thoughtfully over their own head.

“He does look like he’s the size of twenty Pixies. Five, maybe, but definitely not twenty.”

“Of course not, I only put a little magic in ‘im,” Gria countered, hands on hips. “The more magic you put in ‘im, the bigger he’ll get!”

“Ooo! How big can he get?” piped up the second Pixie again, curiously.

Gria blinked and looked about hurriedly as they sought to think up an answer that would be suitably impressive and amazing and totally make the Pixie seem like the smartest for bringing this Dwarf to Il Mheg. One thing caught their eye easily, and Gria pointed to the King’s castle.

“As big as the castle, easily!”

“Oh, that is big! Definitely bigger than twenty Pixies,” the first Pixie relented, albeit just a little. “Let’s see!”

“A’course!” Gria rolled up those nonexistent sleeves again and…

“Um, G-Gria?”

The Pixie blinked again as the slightly oversized flower crown drooping over one eye, forcing them to readjust it. “Huh?”

“I was askin’ if’n ya had any ideas,” Chachan stated awkwardly. “If’n th’ magicks didn’t do it, what did? It was really embarrassing’, y’know. ‘n I’d wanna avoid it if’n I could…”

Gria paused as the answer was about to leave their mouth. Avoid? Like, avoid them? B-but he was their Mortal! The Pixie couldn’t have that!

“O-oh, ah, it was probably one'a me friends - one of the other Pixies,” Gria answered quickly, before getting indignant. “Ye know, one of th’ ones ye were playin’ with without me.”

“I toldja I wasn’t playin’!” Chachan countered with a pout, which was met with a harrumph from the Pixie. “Honest!”

“Sure ye weren’t. Now come on, it ain’t much further. Keep up!” And off Gria went, with the Lalafell scrambling to keep up.

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FFXIV Write 2019 #26: Slosh

Written for Prompt Twenty-Six of @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast‘s daily writing challenge for September!

This one ended up becoming kind of a follow-up to the previous entry without meaning to. Which isn’t a bad thing, I think! Though it might be for Gria. After all, Chachan is a very huggy drunk.

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Fermented fruit is a bad idea - this was the lesson Gria had learned today as they remained caught in the grip of their Mortal.

It had all started as a prank – slipping in the juice of fermented fruit into Chachanji’s drink during lunch. It always made other Mortals stumble around and hiccup and it was always great fun to watch. Something to brighten the Pixie’s mood after the drearier thoughts they had been having recently. And Mortals seemed to enjoy the stuff anyway, so maybe it would cheer up the Dwarfafell too.

It didn’t seem to do anything at first, leading Gria to brazenly put in more and more to try and get a reaction. Until, finally, Chachanji started acting the way they had hoped: wobbling and unsteady in his movements, and his speech getting slurred and silly. Just as the Pixie wanted.

At least, it started like they wanted.

In his inebriated state, the Lalafell ended up on a tangent about the tales he had heard from one of his friends about the fae – from a lady by the name of Jancis. Which segued into just talking about the other fun things he had done with her and her child Torene. Some of which was pretty fun to hear about – like the giant chocobo plushie he had gotten the little girl for her first Namesday, and them playing with colorful blocks. And all seemed well and good – Chachanji was being entertaining and fun and seemed in lighter spirits.

But all this talk about his friends back home circled around to more thoughts about that place. How his friends were doing, if they had noticed he had gone missing. With his tongue loosened, he just confirmed everything the Pixie had been assuming already: he wanted to go home, he wanted to see his other friends, and he was getting very frustrated at being put off time and time again.

“Then why’re ye not tryin’ ta leave?” Gria had asked him.

“B’cuz ev’ryone ‘ere needs me too…” he had admitted quietly, wobbling with spiked drink in hand. “’n… ‘n they seem so happy when I help ‘em. Ev’n when they’re pullin’ jokes on me… no one’s gettin’ hurt ‘n ev’ryone has a laugh. I… I like seein’ ev’ryone happy.”

Even if he wasn’t, apparently. Or not as happy as he could be. It was the next part that hit the Pixie hardest, though.

“’sides… I promised I’d play wit ya ‘n yer friends, right? Gots ta… gots ta keep yer promises.”

So, even though Gria and the others were playing with the wording of the promise they had made, he was still sticking to it. He was upholding his end of the bargain to the letter. And here they were just taking advantage of that.

Normally Gria wouldn’t have minded, of course, as long as they were having fun. But this wasn’t just any Mortal – this was their Mortal. And seeing their Mortal this depressed but still trying his best in spite of that, it made the whole situation seem a lot less fun.

“Ye know, we fae keep our promises too,” the Pixie had said. “So, we’re gonna get ye back home. And since I know yer missin’ yer friends, I’ll see if we can’t get ye back there soon.” A pause. “Well, sooner.”

There was a slightly longer pause before Gria quietly added: “Just… just as long as yer willin’ ta come back and visit again.”

It was around then that the Pixie had gotten caught up in the near bone-crushing hug they were stuck in now.

“A’course! Yer me friend, Gria!” he had exclaimed, swinging them wildly back and forth in that hug. “Ya all is! ‘n I like bein’ wit ya all too! Ev’n if’n ya like ta pull pranks on me ‘n stuff!”

Well, that was one of Gria’s concerns about all this cleared up, at least. The Pixie just needed to figure out how to make this all happen. And the more literally pressing concern of escaping from this drunken embrace. For all the fighting and heavy lifting they had him do, Gria sometimes forgot how much strength was packed into the Dwarfafell’s form.

At least Gria hadn’t gotten to the second part of the prank yet. Giant drunken Chachanji would have to wait for another time. And hopefully he’d be a bit less huggy.