#happy heavensturn too!

[aethernoise]

I don't have the spoons to do any sort of reflective post about 2022, but I hope you're all having a happy and safe new year!

[lunie-junk]

It's the new year in my timezone!! So have these! Mostly more experimenting with a Yusuke Mogi-inspired style!

[paintedscales]

Happy Heavensturn!

Happy New Year's to everyone that's celebrating. I was almost worried I wasn't going to finish the full version of this before the clock struck midnight on my end. ^^;

I guess this also starts my goal of making at least one monthly themed art of the Cinnamon ship this year. Twelve pieces shouldn't be too difficult. Knock on wood, though! Who knows what will happen.

2024 is already starting off...interesting, I'll say that much. Though I'll see about meeting each day the best that I can! :>

Fullbodies + partial un-blurred background work under cut.

[cadrenebula]

First of all, Happy New Year. Second typing is a little rough on the hands right now. (Dry skin from too much washing and sanitizer.)

Hoping to get a chance to be a bit more creative this year. Or I'm at least try to be. Since April and Sept were like my peaks. (Vierapril and FFxivWrite) That's assuming life doesn't throw me anymore curve balls like last year.

The last couple weeks have been me doing events last minute since the holiday crazy was over. XD (I never want to see another Fall Guys run in XIV ever again.) Still playing some Disney Dreamlight Valley when I am too tired to think. So I had the Winter Star Path to do on there too besides XIV events.

I'll be done with the Heavensturn in the next day or two. \o/

[meximango]

Day 9 - Lend an Ear - Luvon + Strum - G

Summary: Luvon gets worried when his mentor is gone for too long.

A near season had passed since Luvon’s mentor last visited, and he was beginning to get antsy about it. 

Normally the bard tried to stop by at least once a moon, so he must have gone really far away this time. It meant he’d have a lot of great songs to sing when he finally did arrive, but Luvon would take more frequent or longer stays over extra fascinating tales any day. Especially as Strum got older, there was no telling how long the visits would continue, when the final visit would be… It may have happened already! Luvon had always been a worrier, something his mother chastised him for repeatedly, but he couldn’t help it! Their village, nestled in this cave, was safe, but the star beyond these passageways was not. It was something drilled into his head ever since he could remember. The desert was unforgiving, and beyond its reaches lay all sorts of paths of destruction. If they were lucky and didn’t bear witness to any of the horrors out there, if they kept praying to the star, then maybe they could be spared.  But that left his mentor completely vulnerable out there! Could nobody see what a problem this was? What if Strum broke a leg while on a trip, and he couldn’t escape a monster chasing him? What if he got crushed by a frenzied crowd because they liked his music too much–or worse, hated it! What if he fell overboard while sailing or his airship blew up, or an incurable disease got him, or he stumbled into a war zone, or a giant plant swallowed him up– What if he wasn’t coming back? 

What if he was already dead? 

How would Luvon even find out? 

The others in his village tolerated Strum, as he used to be one of them, and so was one of the few trusted to trade with them, but nobody would go out looking for him. Lack of caring, and not being allowed to leave, by the rules of their Seer. Only hunters and those willing to cut ties could come and go. Luvon was the only one fussing over his mentor, so he doubted he could convince one of those people to ask around at the nearest oasis town about an old hrothgar with a lute. Luvon decided if Strum hadn’t appeared again by heavensturn, he was going to sneak out and find him all on his own, the rules be damned. He excelled in his sightless navigation studies, so he knew how to sneak around noiselessly and dexterously. Certainly he’d be able to get past everyone while the town slept. He steeped in worry for a few more weeks and nearly unraveled the bottom hem of his dress with his ceaseless fidgeting whenever he thought about Strum’s absence for too long, but his plans need never be put into motion, as the news came to him that his dear mentor was finally in town again.

–

Strum had trained his eyes back to a state where he could see Luvon coming, but he barely had time to brace himself with his cane before Luvon barrelled into him at full speed. He’d just barely settled into his temporary room and let out an amused chuckle as his little protege clung tightly to his leg. “Hello, my sweet Lulu. I am happy to see you, but you’re shaking like a leaf!” He petted the child’s hair and the shaking only got worse as Luvon buried his face into his robes, and Strum realized the kid was sobbing. Ah, that explained the lack of words of welcome. Most likely overcome with emotion, he would be unable to speak or form words for a while. He just needed some time. That was ok, Strum still had to unpack, and he didn’t mind providing comfort. He could get started on the stories and music, though maybe he would avoid the ones with too much violence for now. Several bells passed, and eventually Luvon settled down into his lap. The stories turned into lute practice. He was glad that despite their time apart, the kid had kept up with his studies. Strum was so proud of him, and told him as such, which only seemed to embarrass him, oddly enough. “You seem preoccupied and not quite like your usual bubbly self today, my child. Would you like this old hrothgar to lend an ear to your troubles? I am always willing to listen.” Nearly half a bell passed without pause–though Strum did at some point force a glass of water into Luvon’s hands and bid him to drink and gain some breath back. Now that he was talking again and started up, it was difficult to get him to stop, but Strum was patient. Luvon’s family rarely actually listened to him, so he would do what he could to understand the child. 

It seemed Luvon suffered from a lot of anxiety and had been working himself up into bouts of panic these last few weeks–about his safety, from being away for so long, which sat heavily on his conscience. Strum knew he could not make any promises to stay safe or never leave the village again, as this place was stifling to him. He could no longer live here for extended periods of time, and the outside star forever called to him. 

As the star called to him, he believed it did to Luvon as well. It’s what inspired him to take Luvon on as a student in the first place. He saw something in him that reminded him of himself. While the other villagers completely spurned those who weren’t from here, the child yearned to learn about people outside this village. He was afraid to leave the caves, and was far too young yet to do so anyway, but Strum could tell from the way he lit up as he spoke of other places and cultures, that Luvon wanted to experience and discover these things for himself one day. 

And one day, Strum would need to have tough conversations with him–about the sacrifices that come with deciding to leave and pursue his passions and chase curiosity. He would offer to restore his sight, to the best of his abilities. The spells and alchemical procedures are not so easily undone, but if Luvon chooses it, he won’t hesitate to help heal what he can. To leave means to live with the disappointment and possible disgust or ire from the other villagers. It is taboo to leave, and would change Luvon’s relationships forever. He would also need to learn to fight, even as he’d hoped Luvon would never need to use the skills, gentle as his soul is. If he didn’t want to become a bard, then he could teach him the moves of a pugilist instead, and how to go onward toward the fighting style of a monk. Or perhaps he would like to learn how to heal? So many possibilities, but he would let Luvon choose. There were so many choices already taken from him, after all. 

He knew that time marched on and took its toll on his body. He was not as ancient and fragile as Luvon must have thought, young as he is to compare to, but that did not mean his time was unlimited. Due to old injuries, he used a cane. His fur was beginning to gray and wasn’t as sleek and shiny as it used to be. He wore spectacles to read. He would continue to travel as long as possible, though,and he could not promise to stay safe, as something could happen to him at any time. There would be no way to guarantee he will be back as often as he’d like, but he did pinky promise to do his best to be cautious.  In Strum’s opinion, continuing to live in this village would only make Luvon’s anxiety and worries worse, but the boy was still growing and he couldn’t take him from his family. The boy’s parents were already not that happy about how much time their son spent with him, believing that he was putting silly ideas and scary concepts into the child’s head. There is nothing wrong with teaching him what this star has to offer, hmmph! He would come back more often. He would. He would take the mentorship more seriously, especially as it broke his heart to see how much his extended leave affected Luvon. He would watch Luvon grow into his own person, encouraging him into authenticity. To not let this village stomp him down and mold him into some featureless, obedient, lifeless husk. He’d help him escape, if that’s what he wished. Just as he escaped so many years ago.

In the meantime, he had some more stories to tell. As he played his lute and Luvon grabbed his own to join in the harmony, his face finally smoothed and free of tension and worry, Strum sang tales of distant lands and couldn’t help but be filled with hope.

[witchofthescions]

A Blank Canvas appears! It is openly dumping all the dumplings from one of the tupperwares into its mouth, the sesame tofu one in fact. Well, the stealing of food not belonging to it is probably just business as normal for it. The smoke that is coming out from the sides of its head however is not. The BC doesn't seem to be too bothered by it though.

The remaining tupperware containers are left neatly stacked on top of one another, two containing leek and egg, two containing chives and mushrooms, and one containing sesame tofu.

The BC is noticeably eyeing the second case of sesame tofu but eventually settles for eating the tupperware the first one came in.

A handwritten note is attached to the pile of containers. A corner of the note is noticeably burnt. "There are dumplings here. Two have leek and egg, two have chives and mushrooms, and I am pretty sure you only have 1 sesame tofu now if the way Potato keeps smelling more and more of sesame when it came home is any indication. I hope you have a happy lunar new year or equivalent for Eorzea with its strange moon. - Chi"

Erna spots the BC's arrival and regards it with a raised eyebrow. She's not too bothered about the blatant food theft, though the smoke does seem like a potential cause for concern? No? Alright then, as long as you're okay.

She kneels down and accepts the containers, taking quick stock as she reads the note. She chuckles to herself and glances at Potato. "You like sesame, huh? Well, guess I'll have to make sure I keep some in stock for the next time you happen to come 'round."

She holds up a finger to tell them to wait and goes into her apartment's kitchen to scrounge up an appropriate snack reward for the little courier. She ends up coming back with some homemade dango.

"Here ya go, a little 'payment' for your time. Enjoy!"

As for the dumplings themselves, she'll likely end up sharing them with some of the other Scions. Because hey, the Heavensturn cheer deserves to be spread around, right?

[vixlenxe]

He has spot of orange & green on his wrist, & he's smiling at it as if trying to imbue the shine of his smile into the fabric itself. It was a delightful from of expression! A form of protection for your love... oh, how sweet it was truly!

And she's a giggling mess about it. A Pink & white bracelet rested firmly on her right wrist & the sight of the brackets, along with the sight of their rings, just made her giggle like mad.

"You have a splendid laugh, Lumière étoiles." Haurchefant hummed. Enclosing his arms around the smaller elezen. Making Ivy hop up to her toes to wrap her own arms around his neck.

"I can't help it, you make me so happy, I can only laugh." Ivy beamed. "I love you, Haurchefant. And everyday I'm blessed I still have you."

That organ in his chest both fluttered & pounded. Years spent together, of knowing each other, but still she makes his heart race as if it was still the first day they confessed to each other. She still had such strong effects on him. "I love you too, Ivy. Thank you, for everything."

Though the busy streets of Radz-at-Han sang & danced around them, they might as well not exist. For as far as these two elezens were concerned, it was just the two of them here, & the fireworks lighting up the night. Held warmly in each other's embrace, eyes that flicked between each other, & the lightshow created to celebrate Heavensturn.

Once more, Ivy sprang to her toes, her hand moving onto her husband's chin to make him look back down at her. Silently, they shared the eye contact for a lengthy moment, blocking out even that of the fireworks they once watched. Ocean & sapphire staring longingly back at each other.

"Happy Heavensturn, my love."

"A most happy Heavensturn indeed, dearest."

~chu~

[windupsanson]

I missed all events this years I think, just managed to login quickly with main on the Rising because of the mount, that mount is my favorite because phoenix, I wish my alts had gotten and hope they sell it. Really hope they sell it.

I'm so sad that there was a tome events with rewards I can't get in other ways but especially not getting the mount on alts because it's hard that they will get the birds mounts for winning the other phoenix like bird.

Glad I got time to Heavensturn. Loved the minion.

Wish the elezen duskwight and keeper of the moon miqo'te couple from the hallowen event showed up again, I loved them.

Two things I want but can't do because it needs other people, get married with some main alts, my main did and I love the outfit and hate it needs to involve a second person especially when the quest takes that long, I would be too anxious to do it and there is no one.

Second thing is getting the EX mounts from horses with kirin, birds with firebird, wolves with that fox omega raids snake mount and ew shiny dog but I ignore shb and ew mounts and minions. Wanted some things from coils (will try to do it still until the part it needs more than one but will have to see the story on videos I guess and no minion) and omega raids too but too bad.

Heavensturn spoilers:

So happy that both npcs from last Heavensturn are back at the end but I don't see it even if the game is trying to imply it. I love those two and duskwight npcs finally.

[morganali-art]

✨⭐ Happy Heavensturn! ⭐✨

I was a bit late for the Gregorian calendar New Year, but not too late for Lunar New Year 😅🌙⭐✨

[umbralsound-xiv]

The cold is never inviting, but i had thought to spend the later bells of the afternoon gathering what i needed before leaving the next sun, in order to spend the evening with my Mother and the rest of my family.

It’s so rare to have us all in the same room. It means much to her, seeing those faces often not seen and only heard from in penned correspondence.

As for me, i saw a face i never thought i would see again...

And all for the better that i did.

Olivier Theroux walked briskly through the market, with several small parcels held beneath one arm. He browsed a list clutched in his other hand, and a thickly woven scarf covered his mouth and nose against the cold. As he narrowly avoided a slick, frozen puddle his attention lifted...and stopped. As did he. Olivier took several steps forward. "...Mist? Is that you?"

Mistienne Aurloix: "Yes, whetstones. No, i do not need another weapon. This one has served me well enough." Her tone is authoratitive, sharp, and hasn't changed an onze for her cycles. As the shopkeep moves to gather the required items, her attention is heard by... Her name? Not the name she was -usually- called here in Ishgard, but something much, much more familiar. Her brow knits as her head turns over her shoulder, before staring as her eyes settle on those of Olivier. "...Wh...."

Mistienne Aurloix: "...Y-yes. I'm Mist." She responds. "And... You...?" She asked; in fear of perhaps, already knowing the answer.

...It couldn’t be. Surely not. He... How long would it have been? Twenty cycles? More?

...I... I was certain that he perished when...

I was half convinced i’d seen a ghost.

Olivier Theroux's eyes widen. Although his voice is muffled beneath the scarf, the deep baritone is perhaps familiar enough. "I was told you were in Gridania! My staff assured me that the letter was sent, and I..." His expression softens as he closes the distance between them. He'd never been one to raise his voice any louder than the situation required. "I...am going to take a wild guess and say you never got it. Hello, Mist." Olivier tugs down his scarf to speak more clearly. "Happy Heavensturn."

Mistienne Aurloix: "I am -usually- in Gridania, and often come to visit my family for the festivities. I..." As he moves closer, her eyes widen, and her expression softens. "...It is you. It--- How? How did you..." She stares, looking over him frantically, a sharp swallow in the back of her throat as she was half convinced she had seen a ghost. "---You... Survived? Though all of that?" She dares to take half a step forth. "...Olivier...?"

Olivier Theroux: "I did. With no small amount of luck, truth be told," he chuckles warmly. Scars, silver-pink and faded, show the signs of a hard fought battle. "I'm sorry for startling you. I can promise I'm not a spirit, at least!" He laughs, and pats his snow speckled coat with the hand grasping his list. "It was touch and go for a bit. I...do apologize for not reaching out sooner."

I had thought him dead since that sun. Since i stood for what i believed in, and was almost cut down by Salomont. That... Bastard. I long lamented the loss of the others, either standing innocently by or only following orders of their superior.

...And i lamented his more than most. He was always a kind man, and although i might have been a bit too proud back then to call him a friend, i’m as glad to see him as one.

Mistienne Aurloix: "No... No, please, do not apologise." Mist briefly turns to the waiting merchant, handing an exact stack of gil-coins to retrieve her whetstones, wrapped in brown paper. That done, her attention lingers completely on the man before her. "...I had thought... Everyone gone, after the attack. All save me and that bastard Salomont, but... He's dead, now. Gone." She takes another few hesitant steps forward, to better regard his face. "...You are well, besides? It... Gods, it was so long ago." A short pause, as she recalls his earlier words. "...You sent me a letter?"

Olivier Theroux: "I heard," he turns up his collar against the frigid chill, his eyes briefly heavy with sorrow. "About Salomont, I mean. And everything you went through. During the attack I thought I would find my fate the same as the rest. The...well, I thought everyone, honestly." He nods then. "I did! Not all that long ago. Had I known you were here, I would have had it sent to your family's estate."

Olivier Theroux smiles. "How about I treat you to something warm, and we can catch up? Mulled wine and a nice loaf of fresh bread sounds wonderful right now."

Mistienne Aurloix: "...Then you heard about my trial? Everything else?" Mist questioned; more for curiosity than her usual interrogatory tone. "...I am glad you yet live. To know his idiocy claimed your life was a longstanding point of bitterness. You deserved better than that fate." She gives a small, rare smile. "...Glad i am to see you've gotten it. Or so i assume." At his offer, she gives a short chuckle. "I can foot my own bill, but i'll be glad to join you, hm?"

Olivier Theroux: "If you insist. I was about to call it a belated Starlight gift, or a job well done for defending yourself as fiercely as you did," He carefully pulls the scarf back into place over nose and mouth, and gestures for them to escape the open air of the market. "I was kept informed. I told my parents that I would spend as long as it took to recover properly, if they would keep me up to date with the news I asked for." He lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "It was an unfortunate, necessary bargain."

Mistienne Aurloix: "A bargain i'm glad you forged. Would that my company listened half as well." She turns, to walk beside him. "I wasn't about to let petulent, arrogant bastards like him get the better of me. Not on the field, and certainly not in a court of law."

Olivier Theroux: "As anyone should have known you would," he agrees. "My parents said it was safer that Salomont assumed me dead, along with the rest. I would not have survived defending myself..."

He was so Hells-bent on persuing me for all those cycles, i am only glad that others were safe from his ire, for the most part.

Gods. Never a sun passes where i don’t thank myself that he’s dead. It sounds dreadful, but i’m past caring where it concerns him.

Mistienne Aurloix: "...Your parents are wise people. And it seems, you take after them."

Olivier Theroux: "My mother would disagree..." He sighs, and shifts the parcels beneath his arm. "They arranged a marriage for me. I've been a married man these past...well, three moons or so?"

Mistienne Aurloix: "...Oh, -Gods-. I couldn't think of anything worse." Mist makes a face. "I've been in trials and tribulations all, and i'd sooner relive any of those than be forcefully married. I assume they're at least... Tolerable?"

Olivier Theroux: "She's quite kind, and seems to have a decent head on her shoulders," he opens the door with a smile and nod, and waits for her to step through before following behind. "We don't speak much. She gained my family's title, and they gained her family's financial situation. A boon for both. She's new money, Ul'dahn."

Mistienne Aurloix: "...Not that you had a sodding say in it. To hells with the coin--- I've lived in wealth, and lived without, and i'd sooner be able to pick and choose. How... Archaic." Mist heaves a sigh, irritation knitting her brow. "...At least she's kind."

Mistienne Aurloix: "...Not that my blathering on the thoughts of love and romance should be listened to. It's not exactly a popular opinion."

Olivier Theroux smiles as he removes his hat and scarf both. "I don't mind. I expected as much, particularly when my brother passed and I had yet to make up my mind about how to further the family name. Speaking of which, congratulations on your sister's marriage! And your niece! Wonderful blessings there, you must be thrilled. Let me get us that wine and we can toast to it. How does that sound?"

Mistienne Aurloix: "...I'm sorry to hear of his passing." Mist responds, setting a hand on the worn table before her. "And yes, it's... Well, i'm glad she's happy, skeptical though i was at first, he'd done nothing but good for her. And Cecillia turned two, yestersun." Mist's expression brightens into something positively doting. "...I'll toast to that. What of you? Aside your... Marriage? It's been how many cycles? At least twenty, no?"

Olivier Theroux: "More than I would care to admit. You might be surprised to hear that I've been working to be a diplomat to some regard. It was part of what I wrote," he explains. "Give me just a moment and you can tell me all that -you've- been up to. I'm sure it's far more interesting than learning how to use an arm again!"

Mistienne Aurloix: "A... Diplomat?" Mist lofts a brow, gaze moving to the aforementioned arm as he spoke of it. "...It's certainly interesting. Never a dull moment, for better or worse. You heard i became a bounty hunter, i assume?"

Mistienne Aurloix: "...Mercenary now, mind."

I mean, i’m still a bounty hunter. I take the occasional contract, make a little coin. Of course, it’s not about the pay. I don’t like sitting idle for too long, when no suitable contracts take the company. Paperwork is a necessary evil and all, but...

There’s something satisfying about getting my hands dirty from time to time.

Olivier Theroux returns to the table with the promised mulled wine. Shortly after one of the servers brings out a hearty loaf of brown bread, and rich golden butter. He thanks them heartily for both, and slices into it while it's still warm. "I did. I read about your bounty hunting once I heard word of it. I started correspondences with Gridania, first. Most of it was with Ishgardians who had left for warmer places."

Olivier Theroux: "At first I was just getting rumors. Took cycles for anything to actually bring any clarity. Besides, I was under strict orders of bed rest for nearly two cycles. Just walking across a room exhausted me."

Mistienne Aurloix grasps the mulled wine in hand, holding it between her forefingers. "...It explains why i thought..." Mist lowers her gaze an ilm. "...That no one else made it. Not that i ever had much chance to check; i only remember the screaming and smoke. I was knocked from my feet, then... And i woke up in Tailfeather. I made for the Shroud not so long after." She eyes the bread as it's sliced into; a welcome distraction. "...You hid from Salomont all this time?"

Olivier Theroux: "My family has never been one of the...louder houses. We held our dinner parties, but so many people were lost every moon that my absence was not questioned. I believe it was five cycles before I could walk the length of the Pillars without assistance. My memory of that time is much the same as yours, except when I woke..." Olivier sighs. "It had been moons. Salomont never even bothered to ask about me, so as long as I kept my head down he had no reason to look my way."

Olivier Theroux lifts his gaze. "When I heard what he was accusing you of I nearly went after him myself. A vile man. My family forced me to remain quiet, and for that I struggle to forgive myself. How long did it take to clear your name?"

Mistienne Aurloix slowly lowers her gaze. "...Fifteen, sixteen cycles, give or take." Her cutting gaze is pulled back up to him, then. "But don't you blame yourself a whit for it. I made my choice when i did what i did. Learning that you lived makes me feel all the more guilty that i didn't go back to check that someone had survived." The glass is raised in his direction. "...Believe me. We're even."

Mistienne Aurloix: "...It must have been a great relief to you when you learned of his untimely demise."

Mistienne Aurloix: "...Untimely, in that it took only far too fucking long to put the bastard into the ground."

Olivier Theroux: "My father held a 'coming home' party for me," he raises his glass with that same, soft smile. "To stepping back into the light, then, when smoke shrouded us for far too long. I can imagine your own homecoming must have been a breath of fresh air," Olivier take a long, slow swallow and sets the glass aside in favor of the bread. He slathers a slice with butter and leans his hip against the table. "They wish you well. Mother wishes she had held out to perhaps marry me into the Aurloix’s."

Olivier Theroux smirks confidently at you.

Mistienne Aurloix takes a measured sip of the wine, and continues to hold it against her chest. "...It was. Bittersweet. My family were told to pretend as though i never existed... And even if it was that way on the surface, they never could. Not really." She gives a simpering smile that clung with sorrow at the corners, head lowered an ilm. "...My father passed during my absence. Isarmoix lost an arm. Porcette grew without me, and... I missed so much. Even the snows. I could have screamed to the heavens when i saw what had happened to our beloved Coerthas; covered in this Godsforsaken blanket of cold for the rest of it's suns. It used to be warmer. Not by much, but this..." Mist gives a short, sharp sigh. "...I appreciate the well wishes." A small smirk tugs it's way onto her features at his remark. "Unless you don't mind marrying one of my many brothers, i think she might be out of luck."

Olivier Theroux: "I am so sorry for what you endured, Mist. No one deserves to lose so much. It was cruel in the worst way, and that you had to put your very life on the line -again- to get it back?" He shakes his head. "My wife would not take kindly to it, I think. I have heard her complain about the cold more times than not, and I have no way to explain to her that we once boasted beautiful hillsides and not just...sleet." He sighs. "How do you like Gridania?"

Mistienne Aurloix: "It's..." Mist smiles, faintly. "...It's home, now. Or at least, it has been long enough that it feels like it. I own a company alongside someone i can trust, and call a friend. I bring justice to the deserving, and redemption to the wanting." Another small sip of wine passes her lips. "I put my life on the line every sun i meddle in the affairs of someone who would rather i didn't. Which, as you can imagine, knowing me..." She curls a grin. "...Is more than most. Gridania is nice enough. A bit of a shock for a Duskwight, considering. But they've mostly gotten over themselves by this point."

I still remember when i first arrived. Of course, being Duskwight in Ishgard doesn’t matter all that much. They care more about your bloodline in terms of Nobility more than anything else.

In Gridania, anyone of a more pallid disposition, be they Elezen or Miqo’te, are generally frowned upon. Of course, it’s better now; maybe not by much in places.

But Gods, no one should ever have to try so fucking hard to earn any kind of respect.

Olivier Theroux: "Mm, everyone does eventually. The Star can only come close to extinguishing so many times before everyone realizes they should behave for a spell..." He sips at his wine thoughtfully, to chase down their makeshift meal. Although not tense, he still seems to hold the habit of checking over his shoulder every now and again. "I was...rather hoping I might come work for you for a short while. I need to learn more of the places beyond Ishgard, not just what I read." He gestures to the room at large. "We're getting connections, finally, and now that we are a more open place I get word of mouth but no first hand experience. One doesn't know how to wield a sword because they've watched someone else practice. I want my own experiences and accounts. Especially with the knowledge that my new wife is bringing into the household."

Mistienne Aurloix slowly lofts her brow at his request, idly reaching for a slice of the bread, yet does not bite into it quite yet. "You... Want to work for -me-?" Mist asks, although her tone isn't quite what she had wanted it to be. "---I don't... Mean that in any bad way. I'm just... Surprised." She looks over him, inquisitively. "...What skills have you leant your hand to, these long cycles since we spoke last?"

Olivier Theroux: "Well, as the heir of my house I still need to be able to leave regularly. I thought that from how your company sounded, I might offer my hand as yet another sellsword. I do not wish to be seen as a lord masquerading as anything else..." He hesitates. "Although I know I'll be doing just that. I have connections built between the city-states, and I can do field dressings even better than I once could. You are someone I trust, Mist. You do no harm to those who deserve anything but kindness."

Olivier Theroux smiles. "I would prefer to not have anyone less directing my hand. Not ever again."

...I was... Surprised. I know i’m often one to leave an impression with those i meet, for better or worse; not that i care either way, but... This is...

After so long, i was surprised to see how long it held. How holding fast to my ideals, no matter what faced me, seemed to carry over.

...I hate being looked up to like that, most of the time. Put on a pedastal. It’s part of the reason i’m so glad Porcette now carries my duties.

But Gods, when it’s for the right reasons, it gives me a little hope that it’s not just me and precious few others who sees the world the way i do.

Mistienne Aurloix: "It... Is with high honours you speak of me, Olivier. I'd almost call it flattery if i hadn't known you were so sincere." Mist gives a slow, quiet nod. "I wasn't sure if your injuries would have divested you, but i'm glad to hear they haven't. Connections are always welcome, too. I mostly have ties with Gridania, so... Ears in other places are always welcome."

Mistienne Aurloix: "I can assure you that the woman i run my company with is equally as trustworthy, if that puts you further at ease."

Olivier Theroux: "I have done some research. That you lead with your sister in law bodes well," he chuckles. "Had you asked me what I could do fifteen cycles ago, I would have said 'lie upright in bed for longer than a bell'. I've worked hard to be what I once was. I'll prove that to you eventually, so long as you're fine calling me 'Olivier' when we aren't here. I don't want to be 'Lord' or 'Ser' or any of that nonsense. I simply wish to...learn about the people I want to work with. Does that make sense?"

Mistienne Aurloix: "It does, and you have no idea how happy those words make me. Anyone who dares to tack on anything before my name, or make it any longer than simply 'Mist' usually receives a scathing glare in response. I am Mist. Just Mist. Nothing more, or less. And you... Are Olivier. Much to my delight."

You beam with delight at Olivier Theroux.

Olivier Theroux echoes her smile, and the expression seems to shed at least ten cycles from his face. "I knew you would understand. I've been staying at the Carline Canopy for about a sennight. I had some friends reach out to me there and we celebrated Heavensturn together. I was just picking up a few things I need for the warmer weather, actually. Mostly things with shorter sleeves."

Mistienne Aurloix: "Things with shorter sleeves... Don't forget the rain. The Shroud rains plenty enough, and it's easy to be caught in it." Mist pauses for just a moment, barely considering something before she spoke. "...We have rooms at the house, if you wish to stay in them. Get to know people."

Olivier Theroux beams at you.

Olivier Theroux nods to you.

Mistienne Aurloix: "...How... Much research have you done? About the company?"

Olivier Theroux: "I would enjoy that very much, thank you! Mostly the sort of work you pick up, and who works for you. Only the things that are public knowledge, mind. Are there things I should be aware of before stepping into the thick of things?" He sips again at his wine, clearly more at ease now. "Anyone I should worry about?"

Mistienne Aurloix: "For the most part, small scale combat. Sometimes search and rescue, and sometimes more investigatory things, but it really does cover a broad spectrum. In any case, another sword arm won't go amiss." As soon as the question is asked, the answer is given without a moment of hesitation. "Bexy."

Mistienne Aurloix: "Our Field Commander."

I couldn’t not warn him. Especially after he’d sung my praises, i’d hardly want to be dishonest and not give him the full picture.

She’s dangerous. Not just on the field.

Charismatic, friendly... Everything i’m not. Not that i’m envious, only... She has a way of sinking her claws into people and getting them so roped up in bonds of loyalty that it becomes difficult sometimes for them to see wrong and right.

...I can’t deny that she does her job well. And it’s more than just coin for her, it’s... Something that can’t be so easily replaced. A sense of belonging; a family.

If she ever left the company, not that i think she would, i...

I dread to think what would become of her.

Olivier Theroux raises a brow and slices off another generous portion of the loaf for himself. "Worse than Salomont? That's about the only thing I can think of to worry about..."

Mistienne Aurloix: "Not... Quite so bad in that regard, no. Just..." Mist takes a deep breath, and exhales a sigh. "...She's a friend. Loyal, unwavering. Kind... To a point." Mist speaks with some unease, taking a long drink of mulled wine. "But she is not blessed with the mercy i am known for."

Olivier Theroux: "Ah, I see..." He considers this for a moment, chewing thoughtfully. "Neither of us are who we were, before the Star had aged us and stolen much of our lives. I know who you were, but I do not know who you -are-. I am not so naive that I believe all have your ideals, nor mercy. From what I have read and you have mentioned, I do not believe you would have anyone beneath your roof who you would not trust with your life."

Mistienne Aurloix: "...True to a fault, i suppose." Mist responds, considering quietly. "...I would trust them all to a degree. Perhaps not with my life, but... I would trust her, despite everything. Beside that significant example, everyone else feels... Very much like any other detatchment. Some are firey, some are less so. But we've all the same goal in mind."

Olivier Theroux: "Then I can see no reason to not join them. I do not have much to bring, but will be happy for a quieter bed than that of the Canopy. I will need to travel between there and my estate, if only to make certain my wife has nothing she needs of me in my absence. She has her own hobbies and entertainments, but does a good job of running the household. I doubt she will even know I am gone."

Mistienne Aurloix: "...That sounds both like a comfort and a sorrow all at once. I'm glad she's well managed enough, but to not even notice your absence?" Mist makes a face, but dismisses it with a huff. "...I can draw up a contract when you arrive, if you like. I doubt Adelle will have anything to contest me on, just as i rarely, if ever, do with her."

Mistienne Aurloix: "...We trust eachother's judgement.”

Olivier Theroux smiles at you.

Olivier Theroux: "I'm delighted to hear it. I'll be by within the next sun or two. Will you be returning there soon, or do you mean to remain here for a while longer? I'm fine with waiting if that's what you need of me."

Mistienne Aurloix: "I intend to return soon. Tomorrow, most likely. After i have departed and said my goodbyes, and settled back in at home and caught up the ever growing tower or paperwork, as well as responding to any correspondence." She quirks a smike. "...Suppose i need not respond to yours, considering you will be paying a visit, hm?"

Olivier Theroux: "No, you certainly don't. Don't waste your writing on something like this. I should have sought you out personally the moment I was able to," he admitted. "I'll send my things ahead of me, and whichever room you have empty will suit me well enough. Or a couch. Or a comfortable rug in front of the fire. I sleep about as hard as ever, regardless of what I'm resting on." He finishes his wine and beams a smile. "Shall I pick up anything for the house on my way, then? Other than...maybe some rainboots?"

Mistienne Aurloix: "Hm... Nothing i can think of. We have most everything at the house, and if you ever are in need of something that can't be found there, there are always people to ask." She barks a short laugh at his comment, shaking his head. "No, you will have a -room-, Olivier. Considering house company, you might be thankful for it after any busy sun. And yes, you make decorate it to whatever your needs are."

Olivier Theroux: "I'll do just that, then. I don't need very much, but I'll cram a sizable bed in there if I can manage it." He looks to what's left of their shared meal. "What was it I interrupted you from? Nothing too time restrictive, I hope?"

Mistienne Aurloix: "Nothing of that manner, no. Just picking up a few things here to take back home, and for a final evening here in Ishgard. But she knows i will leave sometime in the later bells of the morning, regardless."

Olivier Theroux nods. "Then I won't keep you. The weather looks like it's taking a rather nasty turn this evening, and I hate getting caught in it. I'm looking forward to seeing what you're like on a different sort of battlefield."

Mistienne Aurloix: "Oh, worry not for that. My training has served my well. And my cycles of bounty hunting have only honed that in ways those against me most certainly don't enjoy seeing." She smirks, drains her wine, and settles it on the table. "I will make for home, too. I look forward to seeing you in the company house, Olivier."

Olivier Theroux: "And you, Mist. Travel safely, and stay warm. I'd offer to walk you home but I'm heading in the opposite direction at the moment. Give my regards to your family, hm?"

Mistienne Aurloix: "I will, Olivier, don't you worry. Likely, my mother will even invite you for tea, sometime." Mist offers a smile, and turns on her heel. "I have some pastry fish to collect. It's not often i get the chance to pick them up myself." She smiles, and offers a farewell wave over her shoulder. "I will see you soon. Much sooner than last time, i should hope."

It’s not often i look forward to social gatherings back at the house. I’ve never been much for pleasantries and conversation, preferring my own company, and that of a precious few others.

And even if i do, i often dread speaking to other Ishgardians.

For him, though?

I can make an exception.

[confiteorims]

it's the moment after the new year arrives that romeo leans down and gives a deep kiss to e'mrys, filled with all the love and hope he has for his partner, and for their shared future ahead. the fireworks around them that went off to announce the year couldn't match the fireworks that he felt when he's around e'mrys; nothing could truly compare to him after all.

'a star-guided companion is closer than thou knowest' his fortune had said, yet romeo has been knowing that for months now.

it's as the kiss ends that he leans his forehead against e'mrys', gazing into his love's icy blue eyes, smiling. "i love you, mrys," romeo says, arms and tail wrapped around his partner. "i'm glad that we found each other when we did. happy new year, and may more happy moments in this new year."

He had heard somewhere, he couldn't remember where now but that wasn't important, that kissing the person you love on the first midnight of the new year would promise a happy future.

Never before had E'mrys really given it much thought. It wasn't as if he had someone he loved in those many past Heavensturns. And yet, as Romeo pulled him into a deep kiss that left E'mrys breathless, he remembered that saying. With a small laugh he returned the kiss, hands tangling into the younger man's fluffy hair while the fireworks lit up the world around them. Explosions of color filling the air, blending with the stars and lanterns in a brilliant welcome to the new year, and farewell to the old.

Sighing softly as they parted, playing with those blonde locks, E'mrys stared up into his partner's eyes. The most beautiful shade of blue he had ever seen. Like the sky, the ocean, or a precious stone. All three at once. "I love you too, Romeo," he smiled, wrapping both of them in his tail, curling the tip of it carefully around his love's own. Ahhh, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this man. And all the lives after that too.

Fate and destiny didn't appeal to him as concepts, but if something out there could ensure that such a thing was possible?

That would bring him so much joy.

"Finding you has made my life better than I could ever have dreamed, my love. Have the happiest new year, and let's spend it together and make every moment better than the last."

[tenuuchlegch]

“New Years Kiss” :3c

End of an Era

         Heavensturn was truly a delightful festival, as it signified a time for renewal and change. People would make new goals to improve themselves, whilst reflecting on the past year’s accomplishments no matter how trivial. This year in particular presented no small amount of feats for Odtsetseg. However, out of everything she was most thankful for her companions’ continued health and happiness for their survival was paramount over her own self. Though she was certain confessing such aloud would only cause worry amongst her found tribe. So instead she would merely drink to their well-being. However after a few shots, twas evident that she went a little overboard with it all if her slight swaying indicated anything. 

         The evening went by in a blur, however one thing remained certain was that au ra kept herself firmly seated amidst Drowning Wench. Thancred had arrived before the buzz started setting in and what they spoke about was submerged in a sea of hazy, drunk stupor. No matter, she had her pickle juice so the hangover xaela would inevitably experience might likely not be so bad when morning came. Horns picked up on people chanting nearby; counting down to the inevitable new year.

         Three.... two.... one!

          Suddenly the au ra felt something press against her cheek, prompting her to glance back at a now smirking Thancred. Reflecting his sly expression back at him, she spoke making an effort not to slur her words too much. 

        “Ha, scamp,” she huffed. “And here I thought you were done with this kind of stuff.” Auri then laid her head on the table “Schilly, me.” 

         Yeah she was NOT going to recall this, in the morning. 

[shroudcryptid]

Year 8248, 14/25

Amon’s gotten stranger. He’s always been aggravating, but now he’s muttering to himself about despair and the universe. He’s gotten bolder, though. I’ve seen him talking with the Emperor’s visitors. What secrets is he dragging from the Ascians? 

Year 8248, 14/30

Went to go pester Amon in his lab. One of the Ascians was there. The one in white. The diplomatic one, that was smoothing over the ruffled feathers from that ‘misunderstanding’. They both turned to look at me, and it was the creepiest voiddamned thing. I’m not messing with that. 

Year 8249, 1/02

The Heavensturn feast was delicious. The chefs our Emperor took as spoils from Meracidia really were wasted there. I still hate that so many nobles bring their hounds in, though. It truly dulls the taste of glazed chimaera to know that those slobbering, repulsive creatures lay under the tables. Tried to listen in on the conversation at the high table, but it was too far. Don’t know if the Ascians even ate anything from their plates. What a waste. 

Edit: Sidled up to the white one at the afterparty. He.... I think it was a he? Do Ascians have genders? Aren’t they as voidsent? Do voidsent have genders? ...Ugh. Anyways. He had a glass of the tastiest heavensdamned cider in his hand, and wasn’t even drinking it. So I just sidled up to him, asked if he was having any trouble with people- while eying up the glass- and he gave it to me! Eat that, Amon. 

Year 8249, 1/03 

hopital

Year 8249, 1/07

worth it

Year 8249, 1/09

Ugh. Amon got into my fucking lab again. Took another of my assistants. Fucker spilled HCL over my research notes too. Bet he hoped I’d try and grab them. That’s why I keep a backup with this diary, you dumbass. 

Year 8248, 1/13

Ugghhh. My audience got cancelled when I was halfway through the door. Our Emperor just started yelling. It wasn’t like I could not hear him! Half the palace must’ve! Our Emperor has such mighty lungs. It was just one word, though. I guess the Ascian in white responds to Emissary, cause he appeared out of a void portal while I was taking my time leaving. Neither of them seemed happy, haha. Imagine being a diplomat. 

Claudien’s eyes widen, as something in his mind clicks into place. Yes. Emissary was his.... his something’s role. His....h̵̜̣͇͂u̵̧̫͓̅͝s̸̩̓̃̽b̴̻͛̽̎a̸̱͆̽͠n̷̞͌ḏ̶̻̀͑͝ͅ  ....obsession? Yes. Objectively correct. 

Staring into space, his hand came up to stroke the curves of the large crystal on his necklace. 

It’s... later, that he finally blinks back into awareness. The sun has set, and when he brings the back of a hand up to wipe the trickle from his nose, it comes away red. 

Hm. He’s probably having too many energy drinks, he thinks. Or maybe he’s finally hearing the secrets of the lifestream! He’s been waiting for this! 

He takes a step, and the ground rushes up to meet him.

His mouth is dry when his eyes blink open. There’s a blurry Sharlayan pattern on the ceiling above, and a couple of nouliths hovering over him. Also, once his eyes focus well enough to make them out, a rather unamused Sage. 

“I’m not going to ask how long you were awake for. But please ingest something other than Red Auroch, next time.”

“-so yeah, there’s a bunch of them out there. Currently, we’re looking for more data on correlations between rank and mask type, but we’re also keeping in mind-“  His friend was still talking, but Claudien had eyes only for a paper on the pinboard. Drawn to it, he stepped around the table to get closer, fingers reaching out and tracing the lines of the sketch. 

The Ascian’s mask was rendered in blood red. A sharp, beaked thing. Beneath it was a faintly smiling mouth, perfectly innocuous and neutral, yet still exuding menace. 

The lines of the mask… they were well drawn. It was as if he could touch the thing itself. Run his fingers over engraved lines, gently hook his fingers under and pull it off his face, feel the perfect symmetry and balanced weight, hold it reverently and with respect for the office it symbolized, and lift it and the responsibility from his shoulders-

Claudien blinked. 

-------

“I’m just saying, maybe those sources aren’t so reliable. Or maybe we’re reading them wrong.”

“We’re not going into this again. The language doesn’t line up, the robe designs, the masks thing, and also the texts have been used by generations of Archons. We’re not!”

There was a moment of silence.

“But we don’t know for certain-“

“ASCIANS AREN’T MHACHI GHOSTS-“

Claudien closed the door, not slamming it, yet still on the loud side. If it caught their attention… good.

With bags under his bloodshot eyes, he returned to his pile of reference materials. He would find more on the white robed Ascian. 

--------

“Claudien! Claudien!” The under-Archon in question heard, rapidly getting louder. 

Out of breath, an old friend skidded to a stop, leaning against the hallway’s wall and panting for breath. “You…. You’re on that... aster project now. ….Right?” He gasped, and then continued without waiting for an answer. “The new tome translations… There’s a mention of… a white….”

Claudien blinked. And then was shoving himself off that very wall, splitting so fast that all his friend could confusedly register was a fading yell of thanks. 

Claudien stumbled back into his office, eyes wide. He’d had to race two other underarchons from the same hall that had overheard his friend’s announcement of newly translated Allagan tomes.  And then there’d been the queue of others in line at the translating team’s rooms…. And the fistfight that had broken out… 

He had it, though. He held in his hand a parchment version of the text in question, along with the passages in the original high allagan, should anything have lost important nuance. 

[whitherliliesbloom]

To new beginnings

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[vixlenxe]

It was that time in Heavensturn to draw Omikuji fortunes.

Ivy gave Tiffanie the right of the first pull between them. And it seems the younger sister's life shall only continue to walk a positive road.

And so too shall the older sister, with a bright & prosperous road promised for the year. The year has already started for the both of them on an observably good note, may their fortunes come true & this road keep leading them to the happiness they fought for.

[thegildenheart]

It’s the year of the rat!

I’ve been looking forward to this year’s Heavensturn since Alley Rat’s creation, because I knew we’d get a Far Eastern helmet with a rat on it. I admit, I was a little disappointed with the design - rat ears, rather than an actual animal like previous years - until I used /visor. Then it gets little rat teeth.

I’m so happy.

Alley Rat, symbol of plenty and harbinger of fortune!

Happy New Years to all of you lovely Tumblr people. <3