#its funny ahru always keeps her hair short during her adventuring days but it ended up long in all of these

[ishgard]

20 / 40 / 60 - Better with Age | | Ahru Hiraeth

20 | |  how many times have you failed now? you tell yourself you don’t care, that their expectations mean nothing to you. you throw yourself into what you do know; lances and bows, hunting and the lay of the land. being your mothers daughter has meant less with each passing year, and you long to return to the places where you could forget that. but instead you are trapped here, and the visions that plague you only seem to get worse. stars fell from the sky and you were never the same, but these are gifts that do not matter to the old women of your tribe, for they are not your mothers gifts. you are lacking what they need, and spilling over with what the world calls you to be.  

40 | |   it’s questionable if anyone would call this ‘retirement’. it’s hard to say if you ever really stopped, because when could you ever? you begrudged it once, the constant call to heroism, but before that you embraced it, and now? now there are others to take up the mantle of ‘hero’. you guide them, aid them when you must, but most of your days are spent traveling the lands you have always loved, near and far - lands you never even knew existed once upon a time. you quell small conflicts and petty squabbles, tell tales and sing songs — and you remember. you remember in dreams, and you remember in the waking, in each grain of sand or blade of grass that passes beneath your feet. traveler. you remember this is who you were meant to be, who you have always been, and though conflicts may ever rise, you are at peace.    

60 | |  the echo has always been a blessing and a curse, and the road to its mastery seemingly lost to time, but you’ve always forged your own paths, haven’t you? where once the gifts of your mothers mothers was your greatest lament, you now weave aether upon the subtle flow of your breath, your songs spell-laced symphonies. in your dreams you build great cities lost to time, walk them, remember. you will be a living legacy; not a sorrowful reminder but one of joy.  you hear their voices, speak their names, and when you wake you continue their great works, be it close to home or far afield. but always the ghosts subside to the scent of fresh-baked honey bread and the whistling kettle, the laughter and warmth of loved ones gathering around to share new stories, new songs.

Tagged by: @yshai-tia - thank you so much this was so fun! - oh whoops EDIT and @fate-calibration-alpha, thank you!!! <3<3<3 (my scrolling through mentions like wait WAIT)

Tagging: not sure who has or hasn’t done this yet, but I’m tagging YOU.

I think did it a bit differently from the original format oops. There are so many specific details that change for Ahru according to verse (or even love interest) so I decided to go a little more... vague. but I enjoyed myself and that’s what matters right? X'’‘D