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laonii · 5 years

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Prompt #4: Shifting Blame

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Aether pooled around Alja, Faol and Hatia as they spun, rising in pale green wisps from the earth and coiling around the trees of their clearing. The grass here had been worn away, likely by the trio of Viera currently dancing upon it, their bare feet striking the earth to a tune only the three seemed to hear.

Their silent beat seemed to reach a climax, and the girls twisted in close, entwinning their arms together as they did and pulled one another close. They ended with ragged breaths, foreheads pressed together, and there was one final pulse of aether, and wind blew through the boughs...before all returned to silence. It was Hatia who first broke the silence, brown eyes flicking open, then furrowing into a scowl. “Faol, you said this would work.”

The eldest sister turned her own eyes skyward, with a pensive hum. This response didn’t satisfy Hatia, who pulled away from the huddle, glaring up at the boughs accusingly. Faol was the next to step back, no longer listening to her sisters but to a voice only she could hear, carefully stepping around the perimeter of the clearing. Alja too, strained her ears, but it was Faol who was most closely tied to the words of the Wood, and all she could hear was the rustling of the wind through the leaves. Faol paused in her walk, before bursting into giggles, as a gust blasted through the boughs, and it seemed the branches of the closest trees almost reached down to her. She reached up to run her fingers over the bark of the closest, her tone full of mirth. “Hatia, sister, they tell me your heart wasn’t in it~”

Hatia bristled, and affixed her glare to the tree Faol had her hand to.

“When the trees have eyes, then they can pass judgement on my heart.”

Faol burst into laughter, and it seemed the Wood laughed with her, before the clearing glowed once more with pale-green aether, and the trees of the clearing shimmered, revealing soft, succulent fruits among their branches.

#ffxivwrite2019 #Nerine Lyrant #Alja Revti

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laonii · 5 years

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Prompt #9: Hesitate

Alja had quietly slipped away from her sisters as night fell. She knew Hatia would have harsh words if she saw her cry, and though there would be no malice behind them, Alja’s heart was still raw.

They’d returned to the village, to find it aflame. Whether the Garlean bombardment that had fallen upon hit by design or chance, she would never know, but now, the only home she had known was burning. Faol was the first to spring into action, calmly listening to the voice of the Wood to guide her, to find the wounded, to help others escape. While Hatia and Alja had panicked, Faol remained unflappable. After saving as many as she could, she lead her sisters out into the depths of the forest, saving them too.

Her face buried in her arms, curled up sitting on the ground, she felt someone sit next to her. She needed no words to know it was Faol, as an arm wrapped around, she was pulled against Faol’s chest. They sat in relative silence for a while, until Alja’s tears were spent, before she lifted her head, red eyes meeting Faol’s pale pink.

“You’re torn, little one.”

Alja did not deny it, instead looking away in guilt. Faol hummed ever so slightly, before gently tilting Alja’s head back up with a finger.

“You know Hatia intends to leave. She hears only the roar of the flames of rage, it drowns out the Wood. And you know I must stay. Revti is not gone. It remains, here.”

She pressed that finger to Alja’s chest, over her heart.

“Our paths are set. But you, little one. You stand at our crossroads. You do not have long to decide, and I am sorry for that. But know. We are always together, no matter the distance.”

“...Will she hate me?”

The wind rustled through the boughs, and Faol gave Nerine a gentle smile, before leaning in to kiss her forehead.

“The Wood could never hate her daughters. Her heart breaks, she desperately longs for those who leave, but hate? Never.”

“Will you?”

“Our hearts are as one, little one. That’s a silly question.”

They stayed like that for a moment before, before Faol pressed a kiss to the top of Alja’s head, releasing her and standing.

“...Hatia intends to leave at dawn. You will need to decide before then. Know no matter what, you will be loved.”

#ffxivwrite2019 #Alja Revti #Nerine Lyrant #No extra credit entry was too busy alas

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laonii · 5 years

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Nerine Lyrant - Profile

[ APPEARANCE ]

Gender: Female.

Race: Veena Viera

Height: 6′3.

Build: Hourglass and well-toned, very leggy

Eyes: Crimson

Hair: Short, but well-maintained, salmon pink with pale pink highlights. Has a braid to the right side of her face, and beads woven into her hair framing the left side.

[ THE FACTS ]

Aliases: Nerine was born Alja Revti, and took the name Nerine Lyrant upon leaving the Wood.

Age: Seventy-four (74) years old. Nameday is the 14th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon (7/14)

Occupation: Hired as a member of The Ebonheart Company, previously freelance adventurer, Dalmascan Resistance member, and village hunter

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, no preference.

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Criminal History: Was an active member of the Dalmascan Resistance from her arrival in Rabanastre just after its conquering, to the Barheim Incident. Has kept her nose clean since coming to Eorzea

Relationship Status: Single. While she seems to have no qualms with making sexual connections, she remains closed off to a deeper romantic tie

[ FAVORITES ]

Favorite food: Seems to love almost anything, but still has a special taste for game meat

Favorite drink: Wines, though she finds many lacking after having lived so long in Rabanastre

Favorite scent: The smell of the earth after a rainshower

Favorite person: Her chocobo, Revti, named for her forest home

[ HISTORY ]

⚫ THE SISTERS THREE : Nerine, or Alja in those days, was born the youngest of three girls, to the matriarch of Revti Village, deep in the Skatay Ranges. Faol, the eldest, had the deepest ties to the Wood and her Word, and grew into the foremost priestess of the tribe. Hatia, the middle child, took to the spear, becoming one of the village's formidable warriors. And Alja took to the hunt, using arrows and thrown weapons to down game to provide food. Together, the three were taught the sacred dances of their tribe, meant to honor and renew their connection with the wood, as was their responsibility as the matriarch's children. The three were nigh-on inseperable, despite their often clashing personalities

⚫ PARTING OF WAYS : Following the Empire's occupation of Dalmasca, units were sent into the Skatay Ranges to round up and subjugate the many Viera villages. Revti was no different, and despite their heavy losses, Garlemald managed to wipe the village from the proverbial map. The three sisters managed to escape, guided by the wood’s whispers to Faol, but with no home left to return to, they wandered lost, for a time, until each chose their steps forward, though in different directions. Faol wished to stay in the woods, as close to them as she was, and find more survivors, and perhaps rebuild their home. Hatia was burning with vengeance, and wished to join the Resistance she had heard whispers of starting in Rabanastre. Alja too, followed her sister to Rabanastre and the two set off across the desert.

⚫ THE DESERT SAPPHIRE : Hatia chose to keep her name after leaving the wood, fiercely proud of who she was and where she was from, while Alja replaced her name as was traditional, choosing the name Nerine Lyrant. Their initial life in Rabanastre was not easy; the immediate effects of the occupation made life hard, and the two had to scavenge and struggle to make ends meet. Hatia soon got tied in with the Resistance, and put the lance skills she had learned to work on the front lines, while Nerine fell into more into an information gathering position. When the higher class Garlean nobles and generals would pay money to just be in company of a Viera, it was both lucrative and informative. All she had to do was to put on a mysterious air, and listen.

⚫ AND THEN THERE WAS ONE... : The Barheim Incident was when things began to go awry for Hatia and Nerine. Garlemald took to killing suspected rebels on the spot, with no trial and afraid for her life, Nerine chose to step back from her work with the Resistance. Hatia decried her sister's cowardice, and went underground into the labyrinthine passages below the city, cutting Nerine off. She escaped Garlean attention, and started making a living as a hunter-for-hire, and as much as she desperately would check for any sign of Hatia, dead or alive, she never did find anything. After Doma's liberation, once more the people of Rabanastre rose up, and this time, the rebellion was subdued with the destruction of the city. Nerine was lucky, once again, to escape with her life, but this time, alone.

⚫ A BRAVE NEW WORLD : Nerine fled from Dalmasca across to the nation of Hingashi, settling in Kugane, though it wasn't to be a longlived stay. The fact that Garlemald had an embassy, and was treated as an equal nation, rather than the subjugators she knew, made her uncomfortable. She wasn't able to abide it, in the end, and wary of yet again fleeing to a country that had been subjugated by Garlemald, Nerine purchased passage to Eorzea over Doma, leaving her home of Othard behind.

[ FIVE THINGS ]

Things they like: 👍 - Leatherworking 👍 - Wooded areas & plants 👍 - Desert sands 👍 - Chocobos especially, but animals of all kinds 👍 - Good food, especially something she hasn’t had before

Things they dislike: 👎 - Garlemald. Twice now, they have taken near all she holds dear. 👎 - Being alone. 👎 - Heights 👎 - Machinery in general 👎 - Unchecked greed

Good Traits: ✔ - Always cheerful and welcoming, no matter race or creed (Well...except loyal Garleans...) ✔ - Eager to listen to peoples’ stories. She is an ever-willing ear for people’s stories, problems, successes and fears. ✔ - Has many years of experience owing to her long life, and happy to share that knowledge ✔ - Intolerant of injustices, and will work actively to right wrongs. ✔ - Always willing to do the dirty work with a smile. Mucking out the chocobo stables? Cleaning up trash? Dealing with corpses and gruesome injuries? Nothing seems to squick her out.

Bad Traits: ✘ - Risk-averse, to the point of cowardice. ✘ - Both craves and is afraid of building bonds again, which cane make her insincere, wishy-washy, or self-sabotaging of bonds being formed ✘ - Her flippant nature can be off-putting, and to her detriment on occasion. She’s likely to back down before it comes to confrontation, but people could easily write her off as uncaring or lazy, and she won’t correct them. ✘ - When it comes to Garlemald and Garleans, her position is entirely inflexible. For Garleans who have renounced their home and have fled, she begrudgingly accepts. For those still loyal? There is nothing but the deepest, inplacable hatred. ✘ - Secretive, in a sense. While open in terms of hthe modern day, she hides her true personality behind the social butterfly mask, she doesn’t speak of her life pre-Rabanastre, the sisters she loves so dearly don’t get mentioned. Digging just nets lies or some excuse not to talk.

Fears: ❗ - Losing yet another home ❗ - Heights ❗ - Explosions ❗ - Garlemald ❗ - Finding out for sure that her sisters Hatia and Faol have died

[ OOC INFO ]

Discord: laoni#7352

IGN: Nerine Lyrant, Balmung

Carrd: https://affablewanderer.carrd.co/

#ffxiv #balmung #nerine lyrant #ffxiv rp #crystal data center

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