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[moonllt]

the child earned herself a bloody nose // ( con’t ) @lcvcillcur​

" alisaie ," gentle word wrapped in pillars’ accent lilts with her breath as heterochrome gaze rests upon the younger elezen . blood does not go unspotted against pale skin / crimson liquid was all too easy to perceive even as it falls beyond where it stains the girl’s face .” i’m sure you know most are ill - suited to shades of red upon them in a manner other than clothing or accessories ... ” regardless of quiet chiding , aynur takes hold of the indicated rag meant to take up the blood her nose highlighted injury with .

the mage approaches the youth &. a silent hand beckons ( asks ) the extent of the injury to be revealed ; it would not do if alisaie’s diminutive appendage ( in comparison to aynur’s own... ) hid injury more extensive than traumatised blood vessels .

“ allow me to look upon your nose . if you are in need of greater succor than cleansing of blood , and application of cold to stem the inflammation , i wouldst provide such ... ”

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Alisaie had returned from Amh Araeng and Alphinaud was on his way back with the Warrior of Light from Kholusia. Papalymo simply couldn’t wait to see them again. He had been gone when they first arrived, and he doubted that the exarch would have told either of them of the fact that he was somehow here. He entered the Ocular, much to the surprise of the exarch who had thought that he wasn’t going to show. A smirk crossed his face, and the lalafell crossed his arms.

{PAPALYMO} ---- “And why, pray tell, do you seem so surprised that I’m here? Of course I would show up the moment I knew that my friends were called here too. And yet you failed to send a notice or anything.”

His smirk turned to a genuine smile as his attention turned away from the Crystal Exarch to Alisaie.

{PAPALYMO} ---- “’Tis great to see you again, Alisaie. I see you’ve grown greatly with your magical arts.”

[hythlodaeusofamaurot]

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[aryalaenkha-a]

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& ALISAIE.

       “I could be asking you the same thing.”

       She tried to relax her shoulders, to calm down. And yet, Alisaie was still far too tense. Far too alert. Far too awake despite her level of exhaustion. The Blessed Night was supposed to heal people, was it not? Then why was everything the exact same?

       The Elezen chewed on her lower lip, trying to find a way to explain her insomnia. Gods, it always felt worse when the Warrior of Light caught her being weak.

       “… I could not sleep. Simple as that.”

Sleep. It was something that Aria had been struggling with for years. All the horrors she had seen during her years of forced service in the army, the countless corpses lying on the ground of the Plain of Carteneau, Bahamut managing to escape from Dalamud, all the battles she had had to fight since she had become the Warrior of the Light... All this haunted her and her tormented mind could no longer find real restorative rest. She slept only a few hours a night, at most, just enough to rest her body, when she did not have insomnia.

Aria sat not far from young Elezen, reaching out her hands to the campfire to try to keep warm. In vain. 

"Most of the time, when we can't sleep, it's because something's clouding our thoughts. Am I wrong?" she said in a soft tone, looking up at Alisaie, knowing full well that it implied that she herself had her own demons.

[alphadrg]

Oh, thank the Twelve! She could feel the damned things sticking to her wound as the blood dried into a scab.

“Do you think we can remove them for good?” A vain hope. “Really, I should be fine without them by now. It was not nearly as bad as everyone said.” Then again, it was a poisoned arrow…

“We can always not tell Alphinaud. He will be none the wiser.” / @lcvcillcur

   HE WAS FIRST TO SHAKE his head before giving her an answer. “You’ve barely had the wound for a day.” In other words: absolutely not. “We don’t need for it to also be infected.” Besides, he didn’t need an also cross Alphinaud being stern towards him.

    “How does it feel? How do you feel?” He knelt next to her, checking her arm and the dressing. “And don’t lie to me.”

[begotten-soul]

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  “Ah, what a charming young spirit.” Came a gentle murmur before her. There perched on a bench nearby was one of the specters that roamed this city, yet this one seemed different, far more aware than those whom wandered about obliviously around them. 

“Your soul burns bright, raging with passion and courage. Tis a beautiful soul young lass.” The ancient expressed with a quiet chuckle, the sound as gentle as the distant rumbles of thunder on a summertime breeze. 

“Fret not my child. I mean you no harm. Only a curious ghost is I. Nothing more and nothing less.”

[akumeis]

♚ “ @lcvcillcur​  REPLIED ;   “ But the tomephone connection no longer works in the First. Aymeric doesn't hear from the WoL for moons. They think that the WoL has fallen. Or, worse, no longer cares. Then, in the dead of night, the tomephone goes off. It's the WoL, sending a picture of them finally in a bed in the Rising Stones. The message simply reads: "Miss me?" . “.

[libertatearchitecto]

"Happy All Saints Wake!" Alisaie dressed as her twin seems innocent enough, especially with her pillowcase full of sweets. It was the perfect diversion from Nero - rendered invisible by powder gifted by Brona - as he snuck around to the Excelsior. A simple switch of the wires, connecting the steering to the wipers, and an extra pinch of powder to turn the engine invisible as well. But Cid would not know that. Not yet. Not when a child was begging him for sweets.

“And a happy All Saints’ to you too, Al---” Cid pauses, eyes crinkling around the corners as he smiles in amusement, then finishes “---phinaud. And curiously without a costume, I see. Yet begging for sweets all the same.” He knows perfectly well which twin this is, but there’s no harm in playing along. “I’m afraid I don’t have much in the way of treats. Jessie will have those --- I think she’s giving them out in tins with the Ironworks Logo on them. Advertising, and all.” There’s something odd about this situation, but for the life of him he can’t yet figure out what it is. (Though he’s lost track of Nero for the moment, and that can never lead to anything good.)  

[arthachbroin]

"Brona!" She ran up to the Warrior of Light, grinning. How long had it been since Alisaie had had so much fun? The small Elezen beamed and held out her pillowcase. "Happy All Saints Wake!"

“Happy All Saint’s Wake!” Brona says, sounding utterly delighted. This is her absolute favorite holiday, why did this not exist back when she was little?! The first time she’d heard of it after she was freed it was--- well. It had cheered her up immensely. Harmless, mischief making Voidsent, costumes, devilry, and tons of sweets? What could be better?

She tilts her head, studying the small Elezen, and then grins. “Ah,” she says. “Very clever. I hope you let me know if anything spectacular is pulled off today, I love a good trick.” She reaches into her bag, speaking of, and pulls out two pouches --- one brightly colored and one not. “Now, don’t mix these up,” she says teasingly. “This one’s your treat,” she hands the brightly colored one over, which is filled with a variety of homemade drop candy (something she as an alchemist can make quite easily). “And this is your trick--- or at least, something you can use for some tricks. You didn’t get it from me, though! Blame the pixies if anyone asks, they like you enough. A pinch at a time tossed in the air over your head should do the job for at least a few minutes.”

Did she just hand a pouch of invisibility powder over to Alisaie? Yes, she absolutely just did.

[fallenrelic]

"Happy All Saints... Wake..." Did she know what the holiday meant? Alisaie frowned and tilted her head to the side; a curious look for either twin. "... Have you ever partaken?"

“Once or...twice...?”  Kyrene blinked upon looking at the twin she had originally sworn must have been Alisaie based on their voice.  “Tataru was distraught at hearing I never had and bade me participate one year, and the other, another...ah, acquaintance wished to see me in a costume of some sort.”

The relic tilted her head one way, then another.  Not even a discreet sniff had been able to tell her for certain.  It wouldn’t if the clothes were originally Alphinaud’s anyway.

“I’m afraid I don’t have anything by way of treats on me at the moment, but I can certainly make you something later?  I’ve been dabbling in learning the culinary arts of late.  It would be a simple matter to prepare tea leaves...or ginger snaps, depending on your preference.”

[thelastwintermere]

She sips tea. "I heard you like them, oh how was it put? Big, thick, and could kill you?"

Alessa would flinch a little at her words before her whole face would begin to grow red from embarrassment, feeling the heat and burying her face into her palms. “Ali please. It ain’t like that.”

[allageyed-archive]

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 He had never seen it snow in Lakeland. He had got here after the light was already tainting the world. Long gone were the days of him enjoying this weather, if only because it gave an excuse to stay inside and read. It is not that he dislikes it now, he is just horribly unfamiliar with it. He did enjoy the sight, however. The rest of the city is at a loss. Most had never even seen snow in their lives. It felt odd, telling them how to deal with it. But now it had given way to celebration. Another gift given to them by the Warrior of Darkness. 

  It is not lost on him how cold the girl looks. He is outside simply because he was tired of speaking to others. It is rather exhausting, and now that his face had been exposed it seemed they truly forgot he was as old as he was. 

  “I am simply retreating from the others. Tis exhausting sometimes, to be around groups for too long.” He explains. “If you are cold, I would invite you inside. Mayhap we could have some warm tea or hot chocolate.” He knows she isn’t his biggest fan, but he would extend friendship to her regardless. 

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Alisaie’s voice is what brings him out of his thoughts. It’s then that he realizes that he had spoken aloud and that she had heard him. Alphinaud shakes his head, turning towards Alisaie as he did so. He needed to put her fears to rest, but with the war they were fighting, sometimes sacrifices would be needed.

{ALPHINAUD} ---- “That’s not exactly what I mean, Alisaie. I won’t be sacrificing myself right now, you have my word. I was just simply lost in my thoughts.”

[stcllify]

"I swear to the Gods, if you are lauguing at me because I cannot reach, I will punch your face."

@lcvcillcur || Short & Taller Starters (Accepting)

Etoile can’t help the slip of laughter that escapes her at Alisaie’s display, and struggles to shake her head in response to the accusation thrown her way. Taking a deep breath, the warrior of light manages to flash her friend a grin before she glances up at the offending object that remains out of her reach. “Nah, s’just refreshin’, s’all. Most of th’ other echo-bearin’ Scions are all taller ‘n me, an’ many of ‘em like t’ make sure m’aware of it… every day.”

As if to emphasize the point, Etoile jerks her thumb back at her brother, and he takes that opportunity to look back at her with wide, innocuous eyes. Ettie, however, doesn’t even spare him a glance. “‘Sides, you’ll skyrocket passed me in height before y’know it~ but for now…” She trails off, attempting to reach towards the jar as well, fingers just shy of being able to circle around the damnable thing. She hoists herself onto her toes, only to find that she still can’t wrap her fingers around it, or bring it down without the risk of it toppling. Immediately, her expression sours. “… For now, we’re both in a pickle. Maybe I should level all shelves down a li’l more? Cast gravity on ‘em, or somethin’.” 

She’s going to ignore the strangled noise of laughter that C’aedryn makes behind them.

[aryalaenkha-a]

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& ALISAIE.

       “They are… so beautiful out here.” The desert night’s chill was chased off by the presence of a strong fire. Alisaie had her knees pulled to her chest, away from the flickering flame. Her neck was craned upwards, watching as glittering jewels populated the inky black sky.

       Oh, how she had missed the Night…

       “Call it silly, but I find myself trying to find the same old constellations as were on the Source. Odin… the Tonberry… Leviathan… And yet, none of them are here. Sometimes I think I see them, but the stars are too dull in some places. They do not line up just right. Suddenly, they are just stars again. But… oh, I forgot how lovely they were.”

      Alisaie finally gave her neck rest and looked across the fire to the Warrior of Light. “You must be getting used to this by now, though.”

Aria was looking at the stars on the other side of the campfire. It had only been a short time since she had arrived in the First Shard compared to Alisaie and her other companions. She had difficulty getting used to and finding her landmarks with the everlasting light that flooded Norvrandt, not knowing what time of day or night it was. And now she was rather delighted to see the sweetness of the night and the beauty of its starry sky.

Already in the other regions where she had brought darkness, she had noticed the differences that existed with the position of the stars here and in the Source. "It's not silly," said the Warrior of Light in a gentle and reassuring voice. "I do the same thing every time. I have always found them reassuring and soothing. When I was a child, when my father was working on a new airship project, I just wanted to get in and try to touch the stars." This memory made her smile, chuckling slightly.

[alphadrg]

“Are you sure? I was thinking of making a traditional Sharlayan meal. It normally takes five days to prepare and cook, but I did the math and I think I can manage it in two hours if the heat is high enough…” // @lcvcillcur

   HE HAS TO TAKE A MOMENT to actually process what Alisaie just said. That... no.. that wasn’t.... “And how hot must this fire burn to cook it in only two hours?” Absolute bewilderment is in his voice and face.