#yesui

[relentless-endurance]

@sunlian​

[shalpilot]

i think estinien is good with kids however i also think

[pomskol]

[littlelordalphinaud]

What is an academic subject they excel at? Which one do they avoid at all costs? Are they open about this or not?

Unlike my dyscalculic ass, Yesui would excel at maths! She's a shopkeep, and runs her Reunion stall alone, with no help. She needs to keep track of incoming, outgoing and what the other Mol ask her to sell. If she couldn't do Maths, she'd be functionally useless!

As for avoidance, she tries not to do anything too physically taxing. She has a prosthetic leg that has an unfortunate habit of falling off if she's not careful about how she carries her weight (that's actually how she ended up meeting her girlfriend! She shifted her weight wrong while getting on a horse and... Pop went the leg onto the floor. While she's still on the horse!)

She's quite open about both of these things, finding no shame in her weaknesses as she's long since found how she's most useful to her clan and rather enjoys running her stall and talking with people!

[paintedscales]

021.1 Arik

Born to the Dotharl, but having the soul of a Noykin welcomed into the tribe, Arik has often questioned himself and where he belonged. After all, it never felt as if he belonged among the Dotharl themselves. With his mother's blessing, he travels to the Noykin Iloh, where he hopes to find out more about his past life.

Word Count: 3,006

Steppe by Steppe Chapter List

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“Today’s the day, mother. I’ll be traveling from the Dotharl Khaa to meet with the Noykin,” said a teen boy. He had a traveling pack slung over his shoulder, and a small smile on his face as he addressed the now smaller woman before him. They both donned a deep blue color to their garments -- the color of Dotharl.

“‘Tis only right, my son. There are only so many stories I could tell you about the Arik that came before, and little more you could learn from the others around…” the woman replied.

There was a sad smile on his mother’s face. Arik knew it all too well; it was the look she wore when she could not well tell him stories befitting the Arik of Noykin to help nurture him into the Arik he was meant to be. He could barely fault her for the lack of stories that she had. Had his father not passed away only a couple summers after Arik’s birth, he was sure that there would have been more stories that could have been shared.

Before Arik could leave the ger, his mother walked forward and straightened out his deel, smoothing out wrinkles and looking him over. A sigh left her nose, and she hesitated before looking back up at him and reaffirming a smile upon her face. Reaching up, she gently took his cheek in her hand, having to tiptoe to do so.

“To think that only a few summers ago, you barely came up to my shoulders…” Arik’s mother said, her tone laced with sentimentality before she went flat on her feet and withdrew her hand. “Travel the lands in safety, my son. Even if we may not fear death because we are yet born again, I would wish you to make it to the Noykin Iloh without hazard. And should you meet your current iteration’s end, know that I shall be ever ready to meet you again.”

The corner of Arik’s mouth twitched upward somewhat. His mother had always shown a level of kindness toward him when others of the Dotharl had not. It was surprising given what he had been told of his mother and her past lives. How fearless of a warrior she was that met her enemies head on, spear in hand. To think that she was such a considerate and gentle mother to him…well, it had always been appreciated.

“Don’t worry too much, mother…” Arik adjusted his pack, letting it rest on his shoulder before he walked over and plucked his spear from where it leaned against the wall of the ger. Motioning slightly to it, he continued: “I have father with me, after all.”

Arik’s father had been an unfortunate soul that had not returned to the Dotharl. With frequent combat that saw their tribe numbers dwindling, his father’s soul had no vessel to return to the year that he died. It was a loss that they had to grieve in their own way before continuing life and moving ever onward.

“Of course… I shall see you whenever the sun rises.”

“Whenever the sun rises, then.”

It had been a term of endearment. ‘When the sun rises.’ To say as such meant that the world was dark until they were to see each other once again. Arik kept the meaning in his heart.

“Oh!” Arik’s mother remembered something, and it halted him from exiting the ger. She approached him again, pulling out a leather cord from a pouch at her hip, a copper shard affixed to it. The shard had been dulled and slightly oxidized in time, tint in some patches upon it that bore a slight green tint to them. “You asked me to make it into a necklace. Did you want to wear it on your journey?”

Looking down at the pendant, Arik nodded and leaned down. His mother walked forward and carefully slipped the cord around him. Once the pendant hung around his neck, Arik stood back up, glancing down for a moment before looking back at his mother.

“Thank you, mother…” Arik looked down, seeing the copper piece hanging there before taking it and slipping it underneath his clothing. “I’ll keep it safe.”

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The journey to the Noykin Iloh had taken nearly a moon to learn where they were and actually make it to them. His arrival was met with some trepidation from the other members of the tribe, and understandably so. However, Arik had done his best to explain to them that he was not there to incite violence and express that he wanted to learn the ways of the Noykin.

It was only the fact that Arik had come to the iloh alone that allowed the other Noykin to breathe more easily around him. However, many of them were still reluctant to approach him as he ventured through their current home. Even as he attempted friendly conversation, there were those that had shied or recoiled from him, much to his disappointment.

“If you’re truly here to learn, I suppose I can help you…” eventually said a woman who approached him without that same hesitance or trepidation. Her hair reminded Arik of the color of butter, and her eyes, he noticed, were black and gold. She must have been no older than Arik himself.

“Nhaama blesses me, then. My thanks,” Arik replied, breathing that sigh of relief that had nestled within his chest.

“I would advise against thanking me yet,” the woman said. “Our ways are not so easily obtained. If you have a mind to learn, then you must have a mind to endure.”

She looked over Arik, scrutinizing him momentarily.

“Being of Dotharl, I expect that the latter should be no obstacle?”

Arik’s mouth pursed into a line. He looked out toward the corrals that were abundant around the Noykin Iloh before looking back at the woman. Slowly, he nodded and gave her his response: “the Dotharl and their ways certainly make tests of endurance less of a daunting task. Whatever you might have for me to do, I shall do my best to meet it head on.”

“Very well. My name is Mide,” the woman introduced herself with a slight bow. “I know not of the journey you had to get here, so I shall not make you work right away. Come. We shall make for my ger. I imagine we can discuss your goal there.”

“A-Arik…” Arik quickly said to introduce himself, as Mide had already turned heel to start her stride toward the aforementioned ger. He adjusted his pack and fell into step behind her after jogging to catch up. He cast his gaze about the rest of the iloh while he followed after her, taking in the sights and sounds. Horses whinnying in the background, the sounds of hoofbeats and whistles, the occasional snort…the way the Noykin lived must have been on par with the Goro from what he knew.

The smell, too…the air was thick with the fresh smells of cut grass, and even the dry scents of hay and alfalfa. They mixed in tandem with the repugnance of manure; something he would have to grow to tolerate for the time being if he were to learn anything from them. At least it had not been too terrible, all things considered.

They approached a ger that had been on the far side of the iloh from where Arik had arrived. There were two others there that waved at Mide, though had reason to pause when they saw that Arik was with her. Though Mide had halfheartedly waved in response, she glanced over at Arik before opening the door to the ger and allowing him to enter -- though not before she motioned for his spear to be put aside.

Obliging to this, Arik removed his spear from his person, allowing it to rest against some nearby fencing. Soon, he stepped over the threshold into the ger and mustered up a “hold the dogs…” request. A customary thing even if there were no dogs around. Looking for a seat, Arik had sat down where one was available, and waited patiently.

Mide soon entered and closed the door behind her, walking past Arik and preparing something to drink. All the while, she asked, “I trust that you are here because the Dotharl believe one of our own is reincarnated into you.”

“Mm…” Arik gave a slight nod, though quickly gave a verbal response since Mide’s back was turned to him. “That would be the way of it, yes. Sadu khan, he…before we have the Sadu khatun we have today, I was proclaimed a babe that had an unknown soul. As I grew up, my father before he was felled in combat spoke of his friend. A member of the Noykin named, well, Arik. How he had given his life to save my father’s at the time.”

“So you believe that coming here would reveal something? Give you insight as to who you are?” Mide pressed, bringing back a cup of fresh mare’s milk for him to drink.

Accepting it with zero hesitation whilst nodding in response, Arik had taken a sip out of respect at first. He had not realized how thirsty he had been till he had been drinking it down greedily. Holding the cup in his lap, he tapped a finger against it in thought. Sighing, he finally replied, “I suppose that would be accurate, yes. I don’t imagine there would be anyone around that could share the Arik of Noykin’s stories with me, are there?”

Mide brought a hand to her chin, cupping it in thought.

“I couldn’t say… If you are here to learn our ways, I can teach you that. If you want to meet someone that may have known your…previous life…” Mide paused. It was common enough when speaking with those that were outside of the Dotharl’s customs and beliefs that Arik merely only noticed, though neglected to comment. “It may behoove you to speak with the elders. My mother or father might be able to answer any inquiries that you have if they’ve ever known Arik.”

"Anything would be great!" Arik said, not realizing how eager he sounded.

“Right…” Mide drew her hands together and closed her eyes. “My parents are away in Reunion for some time, unfortunately. But…I could direct you toward our khatun, Yesui. She has led the Noykin for well over forty summers, and has guided us well in that time. If anyone would have known about your past life, it would be her.”

“I would very much like to meet her… I-If that is alright…”

“I shall see if I can request an audience with her. In the meantime, we shall see if you can make yourself useful here.” Mide got up from her seat and went to a woven basket to withdraw some rope. Making her way back toward Arik she handed it off to him. “First things first… I have horses to quarantine so that they can be fed medicinal feed. During this time, we shall also brush them down to get more used to being around us and handled.”

Taking up the rope, Arik slowly stood and nodded to show that he acknowledged what she had to say.

“Err…very well. The Dotharl don’t really have much in the way of caring for horses…” Arik mentioned. “So I am grateful for you going out of your way to hear me out and teach me. And I do apologize for anything I might accidentally mess up.”

“You will be granted my patience. To an extent.”

“Noted. I will do my best.”

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Nearly a week had passed, and Arik had done everything that he could to adhere to Mide’s instruction. He fed horses, led them to new corrals, cleaned and filled their troughs with fresh water, he even began to learn riding them and the basics of. What the best part of all of it was, was the fact that it all just felt so natural. Like he had made a routine of all of these things and more even before he had actually gotten a chance to first do them.

In the time he had been familiarizing himself with the Noykin and their customs, he had learned a myriad of things about them. How they migrated, how they came across their horses, where they migrated in order to harvest the best feed, and much more. It had all been fascinating enough to keep his attention.

And then finally, Arik was granted his audience with Yesui khatun.

Accepting the invitation into the ger where Yesui resided, Arik had done his best to be as respectful as he could manage. He had prepared a gift in the interim -- a wood carving that he had worked on whittling away between tasks seen to with Mide. As he approached her with a bow, he offered to her the carving of a horse.

“Such craftsmanship! You have my thanks for this gift,” Yesui said, a smile spreading on her face. Her eyes crinkled with genuine warmth as she beheld the gift and got up to set it upon a dresser within the abode. She then took a seat once more and looked over Arik.

“Now…” Yesui straightened her posture and then relaxed into the back of her seat. “I have heard that you have questions regarding one of our own that passed some time ago. Come closer, child.”

Arik hesitated momentarily, but eventually approached Yesui once she motioned for him to come to her.

“Closer.”

Leaning in, Arik found himself feeling nervous, though allowed for the khatun to look deeply into his eyes. He saw her searching him for something -- anything. Almost as if…

“Bah…” Yesui breathed, waving Arik away. He backed off, hiding his relief before the khatun continued. “I know not how the Dotharl are able to see the souls of those who have come back. But…if you say that you are the incarnation of the Arik from ten and seven summers ago, I have only some stories that may be of worth to your journey.”

Perking up with an uncontrollable smile, Arik’s tail reflected his elation at this news as it curled up slightly. Tempering himself, he took a breath and huffed silently before collecting himself.

“Any stories you have to share would be beyond wonderful and appreciated, Yesui khatun,” Arik replied, offering her a small bow of gratitude. “My mother was never able to tell me much, and my father passed before he could regale me with too many tales. All I know of the Arik of Noykin was his impressive ability to break a horse within the span of three days and his friendship forged with my father. Beyond that…nothing.”

Nodding and humming in thought, Yesui closed her eyes and grew pensive. Drawing her hands together, she laced her fingers and rested them in her lap.

“He had taught the children of the Noykin happily in our ways to prepare them to tame horses that we might have our own and have them to trade,” Yesui started. She opened her eyes, smiling with a distant look in her eye as she recalled what she could. “Though it was rather often he would venture out on his own -- a lust to see more, he would claim.”

Arik subconsciously leaned in, wanting to drink more of the information that was being given to him. He could feel some sort of connection with those words. There were times he had ventured away from the Dotharl Khaa, if only because he wanted time away from the others…but discovering new things had always been something that made him feel…fulfilled in a way.

“While it is true his claim to have broken horses within mere days, he had always been gentle with them. A rare kind of ‘Whisperer’ is what others would often call him. Among our tribe, a Whisperer of such would only show up once every few generations,” Yesui went on. She had a knowing smile on her face. Perhaps she spoke from experience? What even was the requirement for becoming khan or khatun among the Noykin?

“I…did feel a kind of sense of tranquility when getting to handle and take care of the horses. I thought perhaps it was because Mide had done such a good job at showing me what to do, not to mention showed me kindness that it felt like others would not…” Arik admitted, thinking about some of the shying away that the other Noykin did when he first arrived. “Would…I be able to live up to that, I wonder?”

“Only one way to find out, child.”

“I suppose that is true…” Arik folded his arms over his chest, thinking. “Is there…a kind of trial I could take?”

Yesui laughed lightly. “I’m glad you are thinking ahead, child. I was going to task you with something of the sort. It would be best for Mide to go with you, but I shall be sending two others with you for this. You see, there is this beautiful horse that has been roaming the Ceol Aen as of late -- coat white with dapples of orange. Wild Sun is what we have come to call him with his unruly nature. If you can catch and tame him, he will not only be yours, but you will have earned your place among the Noykin.”

Those last words struck Arik deeply -- more than he realized they would. Looking at Yesui with a sense of curious wonderment, he pursed his lips and nodded before finding a smile spread on his face. Breathing in deeply, he reaffirmed his stance and replied, “then I shall go out and see to this trial you would give me. I…I thank you for what you have been able to share with me -- a-and I would be elated to hear more if you have more to share!”

Yesui chuckled, tilting her head in Arik’s direction.

“See to the trial, child. Should you succeed in the task before you, I will tell you more.”

[tienslanding]

thinking about Yesui's refusal to ever acknowledge, even internally, the feelings she has for That Man being anything more than just like "he's a threat and needs to be stopped so of course I feel intensely about him" except for one singular moment, as they're both laying there actively dying at edge of reality where she reaches for him. Unsure whether she's able to actually hold his hand or falls just short

[joshseoh]

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[dillydallyvali]

Some time ago I created five biological sisters for Magnai Oronir. I decided to also add three brothers but recently decided to reduce that to just two brothers. Here are my Oronir OC and a little bit about them. Later I'll make a post specifically for Magnai to show some things I've noticed about his character as well as some of my own headcanon. From oldest to youngest:

Temujin - 38 Years

Temujin is Magnai's oldest brother. He specializes in archery, but is also skilled with a spear. He's the tactician of the family and is considered incredibly intelligent when it comes to war. He and Magnai get along well for the most part. They often argue about the intensity of Magnai's desire to find his Nhaama. "It will come in time, brother, if you are patient first."

Temujin is married with three children. He can be a bit of a hopeless romantic at times and loves his family dearly. This causes Magnai to become jealous of his brother's good fortune. This may be one reason why he sometimes avoids the happy-go-lucky Temujin.

He leads a band of archers that scout around the Steppe to find the best places to hunt, gather, or to provide surveillance against the threat of hostile tribes.

Khorijin - 35 Years

The oldest of Magnai's sisters, Khorijin doesn't mess around. She's taken up the axe just like her father and knows how to swing it. Quick to anger, Khorijin is a hot-head, but she's equally just as loving... she just prefers to show it in the form of a wedgie or something.

She is married and takes great pride in her young son. She primarily leads war parties with her brothers and protects the clan as they move about the Steppe. Khorijin also leads a small band of female Oronir warriors that she fondly refers to as Daughters of Azim.

Khorijin is the hardest of all on Magnai. They tend to butt heads the most and often argue loudly about everything and anything, but mostly about who is more fit to lead the Oronir.

Yesui - 33 Years

Yesui is the third oldest of Magnai's sisters. She shares a close bond with her twin brother, Tagai. Yesu was the second to marry behind Temujin and has two daughters. She is probably considered the most mature out of the bunch! Yesui is considered a second mother to most of her siblings. A bit of a mother hen at times, Magnai gets along best with Yesui despite her constant nitpicking.

Yesui's job is sheep herding. She gets up before the sun rises to give all of the other herders their assignments for the day. Yesui is very organized and managed to find a way to herd the sheep in the most efficient way possible! "Xaela are only as strong as their herd."

While she is rarely quick to anger and is less eccentric than her other sisters, Yesui still finds a way to get under Magnai's skin at times. She's also the only one to really encourage his hopeless romantic tendencies.

Tagai - 33 Years

Tagai is probably one of the quieter members of the family as well as Yesui's twin. Most aren't even quite sure how Tagai met his husband. "You never speak," they cry. Tagai may be a man of few words, but they are generally filled with wisdom and thoughtfulness. Although he can be a bit on the shy side.

He and Magnai enjoy a comfortable silence when they hunt or spar together. Tagai tries to give Magnai advice on how to find his Nhaama, but often finds that his words fall on deaf ears.

Tagai doesn't enjoy unnecessary conflict. He is happy to defend their tribe, fight in the annual Naadam, and hunt. Anything else just seems like a waste of strength to him because he deems anything else as trivial. He rolls his eyes at his siblings petty bickering.

Narengawa - 30 Years

Narengawa spends most of her mornings praying to Azim and Nhaama. She's also a skilled weaver and can be found in the markets of Reunion selling clothing and other useful items.

Narengawa is the tallest among her sisters and considered very beautiful by others in the tribe. She is happily married and has three children that she adores. Sometimes she can be a little vain and often wears brightly colored clothing she adorns with various chains and colorful stones her husband brings her.

Magnai doesn't generally get along with Narengawa. She's constantly critiquing his attire, his posture, his overall appearance, and just about anything else she can find that isn't quite up to her standards.

Chambui - 25 Years

Chambui dabbles with various different mediums and excells at magic. She takes the politics of the clan very seriously. She's generally the one who's the best with words. Reading and writing is something she is very skilled at which does tend to set her apart from her brethren.

Other than Magnai, Chambui is the most passionate about preserving their way of life. Everything she does is for the good of the Oronir. She currently is not spoken for but has several suitors waiting and willing to pledge their lives (and their blood) to her.

Chambui can normally be found performing strange rituals and occasionally commits to animal sacrifices for good harvests or to bring rain. Magnai often runs the other way when he sees Chambui coming (especially if she has a small blade)! She's always trying to cast different spells on him or get him to ingest strange things, especially before the Naadam, to "aid" him in battle.

Yisu - 23 Years

Finally, the youngest of the Oronir siblings. Yisu is the smallest and considered more soft-spoken than even Tagai. She tends to keep to herself and enjoys her solitude.

She is unwed and single as far as the tribe knows despite recent rumors spreading around Reunion of a budding friendship between herself and Sadu Dotharl.

Yisu may be considered the most mild-mannered of the sisters, but that doesn't mean she gives Magnai a pass. She does her best to give him her best courting tips, but they often backfire on Magnai, which in turn causes them to argue. "You have to try, brother!"

Yisu is an amazing cook and helps Narengawa with her weaving. Occasionally she may assist Yesui with her herding duties, but mostly she is closest to Narengawa. Yisu's sense of family is very strong and she is considered the peacekeeper of the Oronir siblings.

[salty-medley]

Final designs for my Rough Rhinos next-next-next gen. And YES! It's a friendship bracelet that they all have. Ages in Book 4.

I tried to give them a bit less "polished" looks as they are outsiders, they don't come from very rich or venerable families.

From left to right:

Samsara /Vachir Jr - 18 yo: growing in a family mixing fire and earth people, she tries to affirm her fire side only wearing black, greys and dark reds with a bit of gold. The only earth part of her look came from the pants and boots, inspired by The Dark One's outfit. Just managed to join the Yuyan and will soon receive her tatoo. Best friend? Khaan.

Bayar/ Ogodei Jr - 18 yo: the most "social" of the bunch, and the one who tries to look like everyone in the city. Brand new metal police officer. His everyday look is very simple, yet comfortable. He doesn't like over the top outfits. He likes precious fabrics. His best friends are Erdene and Yesui, she is also his confident.

Khaan/ Mongke (& June) Jr - 20 yo: behind his black leather and spikes he's a good boy ( level golden retriever) and quit his cashier job to join the united forces. Only non bender of the group, quite the opposite of his famous ancestor. Best friend: Sam.

Yesui/ Kahchi Jr - 27yo: slightly older she is the mom of the group and tries to keep them out of troubles but won't hesitate to burn down anyone if needed. Works with her parents in the family business, selling tea blends. Besties: Bayar and Erdene.

Erdene/ Yeh-Lu Jr - 24yo: second oldest and the most quiet of all. Just like his ancestor, he's fascinated by explosives and decided to make it his career. Doesn't talk a lot, and probably doesn't like you. Best friends: Yesui and Bayar.

Few facts:

Khaan and Sam grew up together in the countryside, before Khaan left for Republic city, making them closest to each other than of the rest.

Yesui used to babysit Bayar and his siblings.

Sam's brother has a very serious accident which deprived him from an arm, making him unable to became a Yuyan, his father's dream. She took the place, even if it doesn't please their father, who's prefer to see his daughter married and with kids.

Yeh-Lu is the last one to die, he was more than 100yo when it happened, while Kahchi was the first one.

Yesui and Erdene as engaged, and Bayar & Khaan recently started dating, making Sam the only single of the group. She has a very difficult time as she has feelings for Khaan since a long time.

Khaan is gay, Bayar is pan. Sam, Yesui and Erdene are straight.

[yesui777]

I never thought it would end this way. I always thought in the end maybe we’d grow old together, and its all my fault that this all happened. I wanted to be your wife one day. Buy a cozy new house, move in together but now i know it’ll never happen. I do hope that you heal from the things you shared and the things you didn’t. I will never forget you Mathew and im sorry. Maybe the universe will bring this letter upon you one day, but until then, goodbye.

Maybe in another universe, pretty boy.

Best regards

-Yesui.

[shalpilot]

as payback for hijacking his corpse he gets one jumpscare a day

[pomskol]

[littlelordalphinaud]

Self reblogging all of my tag dumps to try and restore my tags!

tag dump

[hirumashadow]

got a quick comm back from @lucyisokay and i looooove them

[kailani-ffxiv]

LMAO DO YESUI AND KAI

Anti-affectionate; Chopping off hands | Passive-aggressive post-it notes | Petty oneupmanship | Villainous boasts | Mailing swarms of wasps | Hatespooning | Dramatic monologues | Leaving horse heads in beds | Gossipmongering | Angry texts | Slap with glove [Fluff was playing with one, knocks Yesui over and smacks her in the process] | Identity theft | Regular theft | Frame for a crime | Ironic gifts | Poison | Improbable declarations of parenthood | Or siblinghood | No displays of anti-affection

Duels: Fisticuffs | Swords | Pistols at dawn | Rap battle | Wizards duel [who can heal Aliiza more!] | Giant robots | Axes | Katanas | Bake-off | Sniping | Drinking contest [Kai would almost instantly realize what a terrible idea this was and try and convince the girl to stop] | Pokemon | Insult fight | Hatesex | Naval engagement [But they are toy boats..] | Poker | Dance | Wrestling | Joust | Knife fight | Sports | Street race/car chase | Grueling legal dispute | Mario Kart | Military skirmish | Compliment fight [Who could be nicer to the other or apologize more] | No duels

Arena:Rooftop of a burning building [Hopefully not Baxter’s shop] | Outside the saloon at high noon | Deck of a galleon | Colliseum | Mountaintop | Ancient ruins | Underwater | Museum | Palace | Bar | Beach | Moon | Quicksand | Treasure vault | Courtroom | Wilderness | Lounge | Snow | Streets | Tropical island | Space | Aliiza’s Apartment | No arenas

Would my character…

Be archnemeses? Yes | No Have hatesex after the first duel? Yes | NoConfess their undying hatred first? Yes | No Drag accomplices into this mess? Yes | No [only because Aliiza would have to tell them to stop apologizing to one another.] Let bygones be bygones? Yes | No Swear terrible revenge? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No [Only if Kai had good reason to] Hatecuddle after hatesex? Yes | No [Kai would snug just because she thought it would help.. only if Yesui agreed tho.]

“Your glowy dog is very cute!” “You are so nice” “No.. you are the nice one!” “No really I think you are really sweet and thoughtful” “But that’s what you are..” 

Mention: @quirkycoterie [Aliiza] @baxter-ffxiv

[dillydallyvali]

Vali is an only child. Her mother's name was Ysildr and she passed away from a long illness. Her father's name is Arvid and he is a Wood Warder. Most of Vali's life was spent at her mother's side prior to leaving Golmore. She doesn't remember her father being around that much because he was often defending the borders from Garlean threats. The moments that she does remember were always good. Her father taught her all about defense and how to fight like him. He also taught her to be strong willed and to not accept defeat easily.

Vali also has her found family with the Oroniri tribe. Magnai and his blood siblings are always willing to treat Vali as if she were one of their own. I'll post more about them later.

(Pictured from left to right: Khorijin, Temujin, Yesui, Magnai, Chambui, Yisu, Tagai, and Narengawa)

Does your WoL have any siblings or family?