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[starlit-heir]

screams in im alive with a new blog, z'nakei's also been moved/repurposed over here following the death of pre-dawntrail mods. (so much of her stuff was more custom that i have no clue how to fix)

hellooooo, bare bones promo so that i can get this blog off the ground. better one will come... eventually.

hi hi! aida here with a multimuse blog, featuring a roster of oc's set in a world of my own making!

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[starlit-heir]

rises from the dead for .4 seconds to say that, noticeably, i havent been on tumblr much on either account of mine. if anyone still wants to rp with me, im on discord

[starlit-heir]

Z'nakei gasped softly, "Never?" She leaned in over the table, patting at it excitedly. "Oh, that has to change! Nothing's better than it! The sun on your skin, the salty ocean breeze~ Oh, it's amazing I can't believe you've never been!"

He'd never spent much time in Limsa Lominsa, nor the beauty of La Noscea surrounding; certainly, the briefest of visits had been made in the past but they had been purely political and naught long at all. Mayhap time spent there on a more personal basis would be enjoyable;

"...so long as I adjust well to the warmth, that is. I can't say I have ever actually seen a beach."

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Z'nakei hummed thoughtfully, tail flicking this way and that. "I'll have to ask, sometime..." She murmured softly. Her ears flicked back in Estinien's suggestion to continue the tour.

"Oh, yes!" She returned to him, sticking close. "Are we jumping back down?" She asked softly, humming softly, contently.

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, she is a font of wonder. ‘Tis nigh impossible to deny the infectious nature of her joy as he watches. Though he can admit with ease how little he cares for such things as flora and fauna, even he can admit the miracle that takes place atop the rooftops. For having lived amidst a hellscape of naught but ice and snow when he remembers a time when Coerthas had been a verdant and vibrant land, such flowers as she discerns tugs at the part of his heart he’s kept buried away for years. The piece of himself that’d belonged to a child he’d meant to strangle though now does he give it voice, allow the part of himself he’d denied for years and years a moment to flourish.

“I can ill divulge more of these gardens save that they’re meticulously kept. When last Vrtra and his aides had conveyed me about the palace they’d much to say yet little of it have I retained.” Indeed was the satrap over proud of his land and his people. And in a time with so little joy, he’d allowed the wyrm this indulgence.

“Mayhap when next we see the wyrm we might ask of him a moment with his botonists.” ‘Twould be an imposition for sure, but he doubts there exists a soul within Thavnair who could deny the Warrior of Light much these days. He moves from the flowers to the edges of the rooftop, pointing them to the markets in the distance. “If you’ve had your fill of the gardens then we might as well visit the markets. ‘Tis Thavnair’s pride and joy, after all.”

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Z'nakei went quiet, fussing with her hair as she gave it some thought. There were plenty, plenty places she could suggest... All of them amazing. Maybe she could stand to be a little biased? "Well... Maybe La Noscea?" It was little wonder why she suggested that. It was her birth home, and where her adventuring journey started.

Indeed - he couldn't help but agree with the words spoken but as ever, Aymeric was torn. He had dedicated his life, through a vow taken, that he would serve to protect the people of his homeland - - and although that position had altered as he had grown older and stepped up the very ladder of command, it was still there. 'T was lately, in fact, that he came to realise that - mayhap - his life was meant to be spent paving the way for others to enjoy the future.

Still, he could dream, couldn't he? See bits and pieces of the star as and when he was able to- 't was the most he could do for the time being.

"Where would you suggest I go next?"

[starlit-heir]

@ adventures-echoes

Hi hi! Aida here with a WoW multimuse rp blog for my various ocs that spawn as I make new alts to level!

➳ 18+ due to my age + various themes of the game + chars! ➳ Not spoiler free! ➳ Character carrds based on TRP3 ➳ Screenshots for blog theme + promo comm'd from Charlotte Fizzles(Moon Guard)

Carrd ↔ Tags (TBA)

[starlit-heir]

"No, no, you're right. It is lacking." Z'nakei pouted, seeing getting even more concerned by the notion of him coming along. "Y-You really don't have to... I don't want to put you in danger." She sighed, slumping against the table. "It's already nervewrecking having the Scions there. Voidsent can be unpredictable."

But, she also knew that there wasn't any hope of swaying them. Y'shtola was enthralled by the prospect of research. Estinien was determined to help Vrtra. And Vrtra, while not a scion, was determined to find his sister.

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𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐔𝐒 cants his head inquiringly, donning a pensive expression. He falls silent for several moments thereafter, his mind traversing patchwork fragments of memories about experimental vaccums of aether created within very small, confined spaces, but naught within his recollections seemed to yield aught of value, for there was a marked difference between a small, controlled air being devoid of aether and that of an entire world (let alone a world that was rightly a mere fourteenth of its original counterpart.)

᲼Soft sounds of protest stirs in his throat as he's abruptly drawn from his reverie by the sensation of hands trailing 'twixt his locks unbidden. Keen eyes widen as the sensual curvature of his lips part slightly to indicate shock ere 𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐔𝐒 gains the mastery over himself once more, resuming his characteristic state of serene composure.

᲼❝ Well, I'd be delighted to offer what aid I can, though I fear that might render me something of a target for our aether-eating friends, as it were. From what I've heard seems as though 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 is lacking in aether, due to its overuse and consumption, unless I've misunderstood... ❞

[starlit-heir]

hi hiiiii~ i promise to try and get to replies i owe, but ive been super burnt out on ff14 so i've been taking a break. rn wow has me consumed. if anyone would be interested in a blog for my wow chars, pls hmu? i miss you guys

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ehe, just finally remembered to go in and change my age in my rules

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"D-Deathwhat?" Z'nakei stammered out. A blank, confused little expression coming over her face. She leaned over to the tray, cautiously smelling the ominously named cookies. "They smell good..." But. "...but with a name like that, are you sure they're edible?"

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"Nakei! Do you want to try the deathwish cookies?" Grim had spent most of the past year trying to recreate the recipe.

Each one was easily the size of his hand, a crispy, buttery cookie with different kinds of chocolate and butterscotch cut into chunks, mixed into the dough. A few steps beyond indulgent, they smelled amazing.

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Z'nakei let out a pleased little hum as she settled her mismatched gaze on the scenery. "You should." She affirmed, quickly tacking on more coherency. "See the world, I mean. We don't live forever like the ancients, so we don't have eternity to learn and explore. So we should fit as much as we can and want into the life we have." Oddly profound, coming from her.

Left as he was for but a few moments, Aymeric simply glanced around ere he settled upon a seat and fixated every onze of his attention upon the beauty of the view. So distracted was he that he only returned his gaze elsewhere once his company returned; small smile offered.

"It's beautiful-" He chooses to murmur, returning his pale eyes to the beauty beyond. "In fact, it rather inspires me to try and view more of the world. I ought not stop only here, as much as I know I cannot remain long nor stray too far."

[starlit-heir]

Z'nakei leaned back again, pouting briefly as she noticed his braid. She reached up, compelled to fix what was bothering her before even speaking. Deftly she untied the braid, quickly retying the ribbon around in a more secure tie. And then she added to it by then putting it in that familiar bow.

Now satisfied, she shrugged uncertainly. "I-If you want... I'll admit, I'm not sure how well you'd fare there... I'm nowhere near as sensitive to aether as you or Y'shtola are, and the thirteenth is just so saturated with the dark that it's uncomfortable. In some places it's almost kind of hard to breathe, in a way..." Or maybe that was her own body being oversensitive to it from the previous light saturation. Regardless, her not asking seemed to have come from a genuine concern for his well being.

❝ Ah. Then, I take it you intend to continue your foray into 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 ? ❞ 𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐔𝐒 inquires, canting his head curiously as his hapharzardly-tied braid gently cascades over the roseate surface of his pauldron. Of late, the ancient had taken up a set of new garments in which to go adventuring. Despite their creation having proved more laborious than it would have in elder days, 𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐔𝐒 was profoundly grateful to have something with which to occupy his time, which was best spent doing anything other than fretting about why 𝐙'𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐈 hadn't yet asked for his help, or what his other partner was doing.

᲼Despite his misgivings, the words fall from his lips ere he could yield further ponderance to the matter, the mention as casual as two coworkers schedueling a coffee date.

᲼❝ I don't suppose you'd like for me to accompany you... ? ❞

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Z'nakei looked up from her books, leaning her head back against the back of her chair to look up at Hythlodaeus in turn. "Catching up. Things are picking back up on how to get into the void, I think. So I've been a bit busy. I'm lucky I landed understanding teachers. From how Alphinaud made things sound, I could've gotten some where I'd have to be studying while dodging voidsent!"

᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼❀ — 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯𝐸𝒟 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒯𝐸𝑅 for @starlit-heir !

Leans over her shoulder curiously.

᲼❝ What've you got there ? ❞

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Z'nakei spun around a little to take it all in once they had landed, stumbling a couple of times. She beamed widely, eyes wide with amazement. "There are so many growing here!"

She flitted from patch to patch, getting more and more excited with each flower she recognized. "These are from La Noscea! Oh- and these are from the Black Shroud!"

Of course, she also stopped to admire the patches that had blooms native to Thavnair. And then, seeing another patch she recognized, she squealed a little, flapping her hands excitedly towards herself in a beckon for him to come over. "These are Coerthan!!" She sighed wistfully, hands clasping together. "Whichever botanist Vrtra has in charge of these, they're very talented~ Flowers from Coerthas are harder to grow in warmer areas, I've tried."

Seldom is a man of words, much preferring action than to waste his time. Let others such as the likes of Aymeric or Alphinaud expend their breath, pouring words one would water from a canteen. One gesture speaks as loudly as a hundred, as many would attest to how of he’s warded off those with nary but a glower. Thus does it deter him little when she choose to answer without words, her meaning made clear as day. ‘Tis in this open honesty that he appreciates, even if there’s about a dozen other quirks in which she uses to drive him up the wall.

Though in this instance will it be by the power of his own jump that would propel them upwards. He gathers her close, ensuring that she’s held fast and with a single leap, brings them to the heavens. The sight of Radz-at-Han below one that still arrest the heart, the dizzying swaths of color that has become as much a comfort now as it’d been overwhelming near the start.

But it takes little time for the earth to pull them downwards and they alight in the midst of the gardens, scattering birds by their sudden appearance. The palace guard on duty only blinks once, startled from his drowsy state. Estinien nods at the man and releases the Warrior of Light, gesturing at the floral arrangements around them. “The Satrap’s prized gardens.”

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Soon enough, Z'nakei slowed as she dragged him fully to Mehryde's Meyhane. She seemed rather pleased with herself as she let go of Aymeric to instead go speak with one of the staff. And then, somehow, even more pleased as she led him to one of the tables. By the grin on her face and the table she sat at, she had gotten the two of them one of the tables that overlooked the rest of Thavnair.

"Ah, the view would be simply lovely." For that was the reason he was there, after all- to look around the sights in which he couldn't have imagined. For that reason, he allows himself to continue to be pulled along, eyes scanning surroundings with each and every step. "Truly, I'm much looking forward to seeing what the region has to offer, and to taste as much as I am able - - - if what Estinien says in his letters is true, much is delicious."