#silvairre

[wanderingsister]

visiting Gridania for Starlight means catching up with the old crew. don't fall behind, Silvairre!

[kannedia]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 26 - Zip

More Archery practice. This time with the Archer's Guild.

Zip... Thud!

Zip... Thud!

Iskra raised his hand slowly, only to carefully lower it before it reached full height. His eyes were trained on an elegant elezen. Elegant, save for the scowl that marred his face.

"Erm... Silvairre?" Iskra uttered instead, gingerly placing a hand on his friend's arm. "You are doing quite well but it may help to adjust your arm like this." He adjusted the arm ever so slightly.

Though Silvairre allowed the motions, he still scowled as he was aided.

"Tell me, was this truly how you were taught in Golmore?" He questioned.

Iskra stepped back and paused to think for a moment. To remember his stern master of old. To wonder if the man was even still alive. The school of archery, as one would phrase it, was the same but the method was not.

He nodded his head, the truth was close enough.

"Hmph. How curious." Silvairre noted before taking another shot.

Zip... Thud!

It was closer to the center this time and the scowl softened, only to harden again at the sound of a woman's laugh.

Leih, Iskra's other friend in the Archer Guild was standing by the entrance of the Quiver's Hold. Her eyes shined with amusement. It seemed she was just exiting.

"So it's your time to help him now?" She questioned as she walked quickly over to Iskra's side. She acknowledged Silvairre with a nod, before looking over his stance.

Iskra watched them both with a raised brow. Something about the situation seemed to fascinate Leih and frustrate Silvairre. His grip on his bow was tightening slightly.

"He asked me for help too just a few days ago," Leih explained and Iskra's brow furrowed. For a moment he tried to picture his proud friend doing such.

Leih and Iskra turned slowly to look at Silvairre. Both had a question on the tip of their tongues.

Silvairre fought the urge to cover his face as a light flush betrayed him. "What. I merely wish to learn of these variants of archery."

Iskra huffed a laugh at this and Leih shrugged. Their eyes met for a second before Iskra looked at Silvairre with mild fondness.

"I see." He noted softly. "Well, I am flattered that you trust me to teach you this."

Silvairre spluttered something incomprehensible. His cheeks warmed a bit more.

"I believe we've had enough training." Iskra continued, "Why don't we go to the Carline Canopy and get some tea. It's been some time since we've all spent time together and I hear Miounne makes nice apple tarts."

"I like the idea of that." Leih smiled at that

Silvairre considered for a moment before nodding. "Yes. A break will do."

"You hear the man," Leih teased. "A break will do."

[im-thinking-arson]

Trying to get into watercolors. The way the colors blend and layer is kind of mesmerizing~

[amalthea-felsblood]

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[faestorian]

first look at the pookies ❤ colourblocking on a rainy day is relaxing, i must say ^^ also some keychain designs of assorted critters 🥰

[zylphiacrowley]

Way of the Archer

<previous - next>

[tormentfraud]

we decided to set up a character for camilla, my alter, in ffxiv because we wanted to see what she thought about silvairre since she has a thing for cocky archers. some of her favourite characters are takumi (fire emblem), hassian (palia), and legolas (lord of the rings). i am going to post the things she has to say about him.

[redwayfarers]

Hands-on teaching is a time-honored tradition, after all. The fact it also makes his stomach tighten is something he desperately wants to avoid, butthatis a necessary risk he needs to take. Needle the hoity toity fucker, but try keeping the lingering memory of a touch that lasts for three fucking seconds at bay for the next three to five days if you can.

[eriyu]

honestly y'all can keep the bard boys; i just missed my archer's guildmates SO bad 🥺

[nijohirjesyho]

Amasar ( @morgmot): Whatever's happening over there is an Archer's Guild problem

Silvairre: Really Leih you need to take this fest- STOP SNICKERING AT ME

[not-eorzeas-finest]

[etheshadowlord]

Most of my other WOL's regarding Silvairre when he calls them 'Boy': Dude is a dick.

Old Tuber: "You listen here, young'un. I may not be very tall compared to your scrawny stick legs. However I am the perfect height to make it so your family line ends with you. So I would watch that tongue of yours if I were you. You hear me?"

[the-wardens-torch]

FFXIVwritePrompt #2: Horizon

Prompt #2- Horizon

Entry #1

"Are you still here? Gods, its like the Archer's guild is rotting… And Luciane just keeps letting it happen by admitting outsiders! If the Twelveswood is on peril, its because of people like you."

The voice had come from behind Falerin's back, and its shrill cadence left no doubt as to who it belonged to. Falerin lowered his bow and stretched his arms languidly, not bothering to turn and look at the Wildwood who was speaking to him. Instead he leaned back against the railing between the lobby and the shooting range.

"Take it up with Luciane then, Silly. She invited me to practice here." he said, pretending to stifle a yawn. He'd learned long ago that the best way to piss people like him off was not with heated arguments so much as casual dismissals. Just the same, hearing that voice brought bile to his throat.

"My name is Silvairre." the Elezen said. His voice was almost a growl.

Fal smiled widely, still not bothering to turn around.

"Oh I know. But believe me, its better than the other things I want to call you." he raised his bow again and took aim while still leaning on the railing, knowing that showing such a disregard for proper Wildwood archery form would irritate the man further.

"Every day we see more and more of you disrespectful, blasphemous, filthy Ala Mhigans. The elementals rejected you for a reason, you know. You fools think you're entitled to our land just because you let yours fall to the Garleans. This would never have happened to the Wildwood." he said, having all the bluff and bluster of an angry chicken.

Falerin took aim carefully, disguising an irritated sigh as a meditative breathing exercise. Turnabout was fair play. He'd told Silvairre he wasn't actually from Ala Mhigo just as many times as Silvairre had corrected him on the pronunciation of his name, to just as much success. The bile in his throat rose even further. Fal knew that he should let the conversation go at that and not engage the man further. But if he'd learned anything from living with the 'Mhigans, it was stubbornly refusing to lay down and die, literally or metaphorically. One could only gracefully evade for so long, especially when the blows were aimed as low as blaming the dispossessed subjects of a mad king for their own suffering.

"You're wrong." he said simply, loosing an arrow, which thudded into the target just a few ilms off-center.

"Remember what Luciane said - right and wrong are merely questions of perspective. And that was a terrible shot."

Fal finally turned around, greeting Silvairre with his wide smile. Hearing him quote the guildmaster was rich. He'd probably already called her a fool more than once that day, albeit behind her back. He was a man who would only grant respect for others if it benefitted him, and even then only in certain situations.

"I know you love the sound of your own voice but do you even hear yourself?" Fal said calmly, crossing one foot over the other and leaning on his bow. "Of course your perspective is shit - you're so far up your own ass that you cant even see out of your own arsehole, not that you'd want to come out of it, what with how much you revel in the smell of your own farts."

Silvairre's face reddened. Fal continued to smile.

"Would that your arrows were as accurate as your insults are vulgar!" Silvairre spat, abruptly turning around and storming out of the guild.

((Okay, you got me. This has fuck all to do with the Horizon prompt. I tried to work the word into that last insult, but "You can't see the horizon past your own arsehole" just sounded too wordy. If this one wins me a prize, I'll abdicate. : P))

[eemamminy-art]

I'm doing the archer quests for the zillionth time for PVP reasons (again) and I must say (again) that I love Silvairre, he's such a stuck up little loser (affectionate)

I want Leih to bully him romantically and also I want them to both be girls

[caffeinated-moogle]

Job Transitions: Archer -> Bard

This will likely be my last post regarding my personal canon for the transition from Aeryn's starter class into her specialized role (unless I decide to tackle some of the AUs I have for her, too). Finishing off with her main: archer/bard! ♥

Spoilers for the ARR and Heavensward bard class quests below.

B A R D

Though they irritate me a lot now, I initially liked the ARR archer quests and do feel they are mostly canon to Aeryn's experience. I like the notion that she learned very little in the way of true, proper form as a result of Leih and Silvairre's constant bickering and had to rely more on a kind of self-guided regimen based on careful observation and Luciane's occasional nuggets of wisdom/guidance. I've mused before on the fact that Aeryn was not a natural-born archer and had to work really, really hard to hone her skills; and the fact that she had no stable mentor for this class and was largely self-taught lends itself to that headcanon.

Aeryn did later meet with Jehantel, as encouraged by Luciane, and she did accept the soulstone from him - but she did not canonically become a bard. Her inability to fully connect with the magic of the Source prevented her from fully attuning to the soulstone, and she could neither hear the songs of bards past nor learn to play her own. She was, however, able to develop certain unique skills from Jehantel's myriad spiritual excursions, and both those skills and his guidance did help her become a stronger natural archer. He was able to guide her form and physical technique in a way that had been lacking in her time under Luciane's guidance. She practiced what he taught her relentlessly.

Eventually, to her very great surprise, she stumbled by fluke upon an an unnatural means of mimicking the power of song, too. But rather than draw from the soulstone, Aeryn found she could instead fuel her bow with something inexplicable that she could sense and manifest from within. It was draining and highly difficult to achieve, at first - and she knew it was not the power Jehantel often sang of. But despite not knowing where the power came from, she managed to utilize it well enough in rare circumstances that Jehantel never seemed to notice her inability to evoke the power of song the way other bards might have. Aeryn suspected it was only Hydaelyn's blessing that enabled her to forge some mockery of a song's magic through her bow, and she spent much of her time training with Jehantel feeling like a fraud, undeserving of his liberal praise.

Nevertheless, she continued her training with him, because something of his self-inflicted suffering spoke to her - he, who had embraced his loneliness after an inconceivable loss, she thought, might actually comprehend the inexplicable loss she constantly felt within over the missing parts of herself she did not know. (Despite this, she never broached the subject with him, and in the end felt only grateful to have had the opportunity to help him work through his own grief.)

When Jehantel later roped her into the quest to help Sanson and Guydelot, Aeryn was apprehensive. Despite her growing prowess with the bow, she still felt like a fraud and feared she would ultimately cause more harm than good in Sanson's venture by falsely representing not only Jehantel but also his art. Yet neither Sanson nor Guydelot said anything about her silence in battle or her lack of song.

Sanson, in fact, could not tell the difference, having so little understanding of what it truly meant to be a bard. Guydelot, however, noticed from the start. He played little melodies and constantly invited Aeryn to join him, curious to know more about this strange non-bard who had garnered Jehantel's great praise. And each time she politely declined, he'd smile a cheshire sort of grin, shrug it off, and go back to poking at Sanson.

It was not until the aftermath of their battle with the siren and her Ballad of Oblivion that the truth emerged, when Mogta innocently asked why Aeryn did not call upon song the way Guydelot did. Aeryn slumped down into the grass, exhausted. She gazed up at the stars. And she told them everything. To her very great surprise, they none of them judged her for it. In fact, Sanson expressed awe that she should be so strong in spite of her limited control of bard magic. And Guydelot revealed to her that he had always known - that he could sense her use of song differed from his own. And then he sat beside her and told her it did not negate her skill with the bow, nor the power of her song.

From that moment on, Aeryn chose to accept herself as a true bard - because they did, and who was she to argue with them?

Though she may never quite understand the how or why of it, Aeryn actually fuels her bardic skills with the remnant star magic that still dwells within her - essentially fueling her bow with her own "aether," in a way, though the limitation of her ability to wield it prevents it from being hazardous to her. The silent "song" she evokes offers powerful bursts of heightened energy for a few short moments, but due to the mental and physical strain that follows, she rarely relies upon the skill except in the most dire of circumstances.

I do intend to write the above scene as fic, once of these days. I love how the bard quests ultimately pull together Aeryn's two canon-main classes in such a lovely way, and I'm a sucker for little found families like what I think she finds with Sanson, Guydelot, and Mogta and their unquestioning acceptance of her, magical limitations and all.

/beam

[gridanian-red-mage]

Y'know what, I love these guys.