#warrior of light

[diadoesart]

' "Please endure" she said. It was a curse '

I'm completely normal about the relationship between the WOL and Hydaelyn

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[nabaath-areng]

Ranunculus

[wol-questions]

What was the last promise your WoL made? Have they broken it yet? Will they?

[starosis]

ben (she/her)

[agui-chart]

First kiss

[autumnslance]

FFXIV Write 2024: 21 Shade

(You can all blame @voidsentprinces and one of their posts for inspiring this one cuz I sure as heck am. Spoilers through Dawntrail.)

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In the colorful forests of Kozama’uka, a strange movement of light green catches my eye. For a moment, I imagine.

“This one finds this forest so lively! Will these ones feast soon with the bright feathered ones again?”

It was a trick of the light on banana leaves. The shade of our little courageous one is gone again.

-

We’re still in Kozama’uka, but the roar of the waterfalls is below instead of above, and we’re trying to reach out to the bandits harassing the Potsworn.

I think of a boy with gold hair and an eager smile, no longer wearing blue. “You gave me a second chance, and I’ve never regretted it. We’ll find a way to help them, too!”

I blink, and realize the only resemblance in the bandit before me is that he’s young and blond. The shade of our foolishly brave boy is gone again.

-

I cross the bridge to Shaaloani, with its hot, dry plains rolling into the distance, eventually leading to grasslands in the northeast and craggy hills in the west, toward what was Yyasulani.

A Landsguard officer speaks an order, but in familiar tones, a comrade to his men. His voice stirs a memory, and my mind wanders again.

“We’re a long away from Quarrymill, but this reminds me in some ways of home. I bet you still hear thanks enough whenever you go back.”

I look at the soldiers laughing with each other before dispersing to their duties. The shade of our revolutionary captain is gone again.

-

The sky always seems so close in Worlar’s Echo. The Yok Huy see a few more traders these days. I’m watching the moon cross the sky when someone lights a pipe, the smoke wafting past my nose. Comfortable as I am, I’m halfway to dreaming already.

“Foolishness. We know what it is now, hardly deserving the veneration bestowed upon it for so long. And you surely have better things to do than mourn the likes of me.”

I turn to protest, but now I am fully awake and see the pelupelu merchants smoking and haggling. The shade of our spiteful witch is gone again.

-

There’s a sense of responsibility to the people afflicted with levin sickness, especially the children. I make sure that Oblivion is getting the families everything they need. I visit the first boy we met with this illness, and offer a treat of real fruit juice from the farms. It’s a good day, and he smiles as he sips, his mother smiling through her tears as he manages the straw.

“You learn to take what moments of happiness you can get. You figured out how to help the light afflicted and the tempered; this too will be defeated in time. But find the little victories where you can meanwhile.”

I look up from the boy’s bed. It’s just him, his mother, and me in the room. The shade of our fierce carer is gone again.

-

I’m still awake in the pre-dawn hours, so take a mug of mate with me to the end of the boardwalk to watch the dawn. The endless blue of the water, with the light piercing into my eyes, makes me remember a similar sight at the end and start of everything.

“There is no true challenge in this land. ‘Tis a wonder you are not bored. But you always have found meaning and pleasure in people and their small matters.”

The sun continues rising and the city wakes. The shade of my antagonistic mirror is gone again.

I finish my mate, return to my cabin, and go to bed.

-

They come and go, these ghostly memories. Some not as much as they used to, since that journey into the aetherial sea. Perhaps their aid and that last chance to say goodbye made a difference.

Maybe I am simply sentimental.

“The burden of heroes and leaders,” one of my newer ones says. “We spend all our time fighting for their lives and happiness, and feel it keenly when we fail them. Yet they helped to shape us, and so stay with us. And we strive to do better by those who come after them.”

I look up, but the shade of that heroic father is gone, the echo of his boisterous laugh ringing through his city’s streets, in his daughter’s own laughter. She waves to me now, her brother, her nephew, and our comrades with her. They are all exuberant and bright and alive, with so much possibility ahead.

I laugh as I wave to my friends.

[bunsandstuff]

[nephiieatsuranium]

your art lives in my head rent free. not just the way you draw emet-selch, but hythlodaeus, nikiphoros, klaus, solus... all of them are amazing!

as for klaus, who does he get along with the best in the scions? is there anyone there he dislikes?

THANK YOU! omg... Niki and Klaus should show up soon too 🦅🦅

Anyway, for Klaus. He doesn't dislike anyone in the team, in fact he is cool with them all (although he just naturally looks dead and done to everyone.)

But he hangs out more with Urianger and Thancred (with a bit of Estinien)

Usually Klaus would talk about his two adopted sons (which are both of them are grown ups and are adventurer out there) to both Thancred and Urianger.

And if Estinien is with them, they would do groceries. (being wanted to that place is optional)

[alackofghosts]

friends!!!

[battleonthebigbridge]

Fair winds to guide

[nini-dirthara-lothlenanas]

"You'll be mine."

[drag00ni]

did you know that Zana'a's outfit has a hat too

[haunted-xander]

Bought some things for Banana recently when they were on sale <3

[wol-questions]

If your WoL chose their own name, how did they choose it?

[birues]

Already, these thin strands of sentimental wisps cannot be confined to one whole lifetime.

-Look (看) by Lu Hu (路虎) translation

[koijikido]

waiting 🌤️