#dads elezen

[nolanel-corbeaux]

Crow's Kitchen

Just Nol teaching his favorite fae daughter how to make some delicious treats, like Archon's Loaf!

Featuring the wonderful @dinky-dinky!

[iron-sparrow]

Got the whole world in our hands Come on, take a chance and start anew ♪

They're just glad to have each other. Borrowed Odette 🐑 from @ahollowgrave and Bread 🍞 from @dragons-ire. Please look at them..........

[draculas-husband]

Drac has exposed Alisaie to his dad jokes enough times, that she has learned to accept them. Just as she accepts her au ri dad for who he is. Drac of course finds himself extremely lucky to have her.

(I warned you about the dad jokes...)

[mindoveranti-matter]

I don't think i'll have the spoons to do everything for #FFXIVMixedMay, so please enjoy this photo of Charm and her father drinking together in Limsa.

[akirakirxaa]

Day 9: Mirror

Maybe Amelie was looking too much into it. Elisa probably only saw them as friends, right? She wasn't dumb, she knew how people looked at her as she grew up, the disgusted looks given to her scales when people thought she wasn't looking. Clearly Elisa could do better.

Amelie took a breath, calming her spiraling panic. She wouldn't know unless she tried. But how could she stand out? What could she do to impress her? She thought about Elisa's upcoming field study and remembered she still needed an escort. An idea springing to her mind, she grabbed her linkpearl.

"Father! Good, you answered. Listen, I need some help..."

[sortasp00ky]

His grandson also looks very VERY good with it

[sealrock]

Cactuar - What’s the fastest way to get you angry? When was the last time it happened? (for who you want!)

ask meme

answering for achille

24. Cactuar - What’s the fastest way to get you angry? When was the last time it happened?

most of my ocs have a rage button when it comes to their hang-ups or flaws if people intentionally bat at the wasp's nest, and they all react in various ways. but achille's rage button deals with his mixed heritage, his mother, and himself. he's the quickest one to anger, or at times, black out in extreme rage

he doesn't know his mother tauvane very well, as much as he tries to connect with her now despite of her unforgiveable crimes, and he doesn't know why she abandoned him, his adoptive father chiron never divulged the details of how he found him. don't even mention his birth father, achille has no idea who he could possibly be. achille grew up in the north shroud for the first half of his life and was subjected to bullying, discrimination, and ostracization from other children and adults alike because of his ears and his familial ties to chiron, an ala mhigan. he internalized what the adults would whisper about him, about the whore who was too ashamed to raise a child like him

he wanted to think that his mother gave him up out of love, but after she attacked him and almost ripped his eye out as a teenager, achille has had conflicted feelings about her ever since. so his childhood wasn't as great as achille led others to believe, but he doesn't like to talk about it. talking about it gets him riled up, and talking about it reminds him of how he can't truly fit in anywhere

achille has had a lot of moments where he couldn't hold back his rage he botled up inside, but the last time achille got truly enraged was more recent: when he finally met his maternal family in ishgard. he found out he had more family beyond chiron and his mother, and he was so excited to finally meet them and get to know them. but he was wrong

in the one time he visited ishgard, he'll never go back because tauvane's family treated him far worse than the childhood bullies he ran away from. to be rejected outright and lose the connections he could've made, the family he always dreamed of, tore him up on the inside. it got to the point where achille attacked his cousin apolloix for the degrading and racist treatment he received throughout the visit

achille doesn't like it when it gets angry—once he passes that point of no return, the jovial and cheeky achille his friends know and love is replaced with a stranger with bloodied fists, bared teeth and wild fury in his eyes

ty for the ask @oneiroy!

[ichoric]

thancred n ryne falling asleep on uri, ya

[potassium-pilot]

FFXIVWrite 2023, Prompt 11: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

(A/N: This is a follow-up to some of the events of Day 9, which you can read here.)

Moons fly by so quickly. So quickly, that they didn't seem to notice the enduring tension in the Sito household. Ever since the duel (or perhaps more accurately, the squashing of Dia under Oliver's heel), Dia and Oliver had an uneasy silence ongoing between the two of them. He gave her the first scar she ever earned in combat, Oliver woefully ignorant of how many more were to come in the future. Twice had he walked back his promise of bringing Dia to the Arcanists Guild. For it, Dia kept her guard up near him.

While the Arcanists Guild had no problems with accepting new members, for one as young as she, Dia would need the consent of her parents. Hector and Oliver had no birth certificate nor proof that she was adopted legally and not just plucked straight out of a woman's hands. They also had no way to cover themselves if the Guild was able to discern that Hector was indeed an ex-con. Thus, the couple agreed that the safest option to deliver Dia to the Arcanists Guild was to have Oliver take her and claim her as a student of his tutelage, which was not an outright lie.

This in mind, Dia seemed unwilling to press the subject further and Hector noticed as much since her fifteenth nameday was on the horizon and she said not a word to either of them about any guilds. About two weeks before her nameday, Dia was in her room, painted pink with plenty of artwork adorning the walls, manipulating brooms to sweep, levitating dishes up and down, and commanding books to fly around the space in a circle. While she was not a combatant, she was still an adept mage, and had masterful control over manipulating her surroundings to suit her needs, with or without foci. One thing she was practicing to get right was the ability to make a small room larger on the inside, just as Oliver had done to transform a small wooden shack into a two bedroom brick cottage. She practiced spatial manipulation in a used tent that Oliver used to live in for research purposes and planned on making a hallway in the broom closet.

While she was practicing, Hector knocked on the door, to which Dia responded, "Yeah?" The Highlander walked in and found his Elezen daughter wiggling her fingers and floating all sorts of objects around the place. "Ye make yer room bigger, sugar?"

"I think I've graduated from the tent."

"Ah, seven 'ells, yer gettin' too damn good wit' that. Ye could turn yer ol' men into pigs probably."

Dia flashed an eager look, which he responded to by quickly holding up his hands and clarifying, "That ain't an invitation!" Dia gave a mischievous chuckle. Hector ruffled her hair, which distracted her enough that everything that flew about her room dropped suddenly. "Oop. Sorry, love."

"It's all right. I was trying to see how many I could do before I lost cohesion. I'll work on it later."

Hector walked in and sat on her bed with her. "Well, I'm came in 'ere to ask ye...I feel like there's a nameday comin' up, don't ye?"

"Oh", Dia responded nonchalantly. "Yeah, I guess it's my fifteenth, huh?"

"What the hells was tha'?!" Hector barked before repeating in a mocking tone, "Oh, I guess it's me fifteenth, huh?"

"Come on!" Dia laughed.

"'Member when we used to plan them big blowouts?"

"As if there was ever more people than you, Oliver, and Buscarron."

"Still!"

Dia laughed at the thought. Hector sighed. "Besides, ain't ye ready to go to the Arcanists Guild?"

For the first time in a while, Dia felt the scar Oliver gave her tingle. It had taken a while the whole of the family to recover from what Oliver did to her. Oliver spent most of the time tending to the wounds and serving nearly anything she could ask for once Hector stopped guarding her room against him so intently. Still, the moons of practicing her combat magic were growing more and more futile as she couldn't even wound a deer, never mind defeat Oliver in combat. She simply couldn't tell what came next, and she knew better than to ask Oliver. Trying to read through his grimoire when he wasn't looking, however, proved fruitless as she couldn't understand most of it. It deviated from standard arcane practices enough that she wasn't able to decode the glyphs enough.

Thus did she answer, "...n...no."

"No? Dia, ye've been dreamin' o' goin' to the Guild since ye was eleven summers old."

"And now I'm not."

"More like ye don't wanna ask again." Hector shook his head. "An' I don't blame ye fer a second." He started rubbing her back. "I'm sorry, darlin'. 'Ad I known 'e'd've done tha' to ye, I'd've taken ye to the Guild meself. Or...well, I'd've wished fer it earlier anyway. Ye know..."

"I do. Don't worry about it. Once I'm eighteen, I'm out the door and heading to Limsa on my own."

"Ah, so we've only a few more summers wit' ye, eh?"

"Yeah. It's why I'm okay with just letting it go for now. I'm not a good combat mage and unless something wants to come along and drop a bunch of combat skills on my head, I don't stand a chance against Oliver."

Hector pulled her into him. "Ye could be if ye were given a proper chance."

Dia's placed her head on her father's shoulders. "Tell ye what, Dia. I can't take ye to the Guild and leave ye there- never mind the legal shite, yer father'll throw a fit. What I can do...if I put on a damn good disguise and we take the longer route by boat...is just show it to ye. We can make it a visit."

That much intrigued Dia greatly. "Wouldn't Oliver notice we were gone?"

"The next day, maybe. Tonight, he took tha' tent o' yers an' he's campin fer data."

"Really?"

"Aye, he's swearin' up an' down tha' there's gonna be some sorta activity tonight tha' 'e's absolutely gotta be there fer."

"...so if we leave now, we could get there without his notice."

"Gotta prep me disguise, so we'll be leavin' afore duskfall, huh?"

"Sounds good!"

This was the brightest smile Dia wore in a long time. The image settled in his mind, Hector stood up and began preparations.

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The moon had begun its ascent over the South Shroud. Hector kept his axe on his back while Dia, being one who lacked in combat magic, kept herself unarmed. Hector was confident that he could keep Dia protected should the worst come to pass.

And so it did. In a second, bandits in red bandanas circled the two of them. Hector took hold of his axe and stood poised to defend her. As more swarmed in, however, the situation seemed more and more grim.

"Give us the girl and we'll let you go", said one of the bandits.

"Ye'll 'ave to kill me first."

"Da, no!"

"You heard him, lads! Kill him!"

Before some of them could move, they were immediately blasted off of their feet by a mysterious source. More were made frozen solid until three were left standing. When Hector and Dia turned their heads, they recognized exactly who came to the rescue.

"I could kiss ye righ' now, Ollie!"

"That would be the first time you've touched me in moons. Would you care to tell me why you and Dia are out here alone at night?"

"Not while we've got company, huh?"

"Go, get the mage!" yelled the bandit. Two of them ran to go after Oliver, but Hector was quicker with a jump in front of his partner. He ran towards the bandits, dragging his axe against the ground to develop a more forceful blow and yelled, "Ye want the mage, ye get through me!"

As Hector fought off the other two, Dia didn't realize just how frozen she had become. The bandit leader took advantage of this and made his way to her when she noticed his coming at a split second and dodged before he could grab her. She dashed for Oliver, but he grabbed her by the back of her collar and pulled her up. "You'll fetch a good price, I think", the bandit threatened. "Lambs of Dalamud pay well for sacrifices."

"Dia!" Oliver shrieked.

Hector brought his focus to Dia, and soon wore a confused face. He expected to see her utterly terrified.

Instead, she was casting charms on his pants. Suddenly, the bandit was doing a Limsan step dance while holding onto her collar. "Dancey Pants!" she dubbed her charm. "He can't go anywhere if his clothes won't let him."

That was enough to distract the bandits, who left themselves open for a devastating blow by Hector's axe. After they fell over, the two walked up to the bandit, Hector holding his axe blade to the leader's neck. "Drop the girl, twinkletoes", Hector ordered.

"You're not dancing your way out of here", Oliver joked.

"Make it stop!" the leader screamed.

"Let 'er go, an' she might cut ye some slack."

He dropped her like a sack before she ran to Oliver's side. "Much better. Dia, show 'im curtains."

"Huh?"

"Get 'is sorry arse outta 'ere."

"Oh." She commanded the Dancey Pants carry him about 200 fulms away from where they stood while the three of them ran off to return to the cottage.

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Dia returned with some ice for Hector while Oliver remained to heal his remaining wounds. Once she put the bag on his knee, Oliver asked, "Dia, could you help me heal these wounds please?"

"But...I don't know any healing magic."

Oliver smiled. "Then it's high time that I taught you some, hm? Let me show you one commonly used by arcanists. It's called Physick. While you can get better results with a decent knowledge of anatomy and physiology, rudimentary knowledge will suffice for the wounds that your father earned tonight." Dia found his grimoire on his book holster and read through it to find Physick. "This version isn't a standard arcane glyph."

"It's not, no. It's specialized as part of the DuPointe tradition of arithmantic arcanima. I'll show you what it means." As he explained the glyph, Dia also watched what he was doing as he was healing Hector. A few wounds, she was picking up what he was doing, went to Hector's other side and started healing from there. She carefully kept her focus on the wound, slowly bringing the larger gaps together that the magic could be used to heal it.

"I did it! I closed one!"

"That's my girl! Keep going!"

Soon enough, most of Hectors wounds were well healed, and the remainder could be dealt with using a hearty meal and a good night's sleep. Oliver inspected the side she healed and made minor corrections. Otherwise, he was rather proud of how quickly she picked that up.

"Now I do hope you realize how reckless that was of you, Hector. Had I not shown up, Dia may well have become a sacrifice for the Lambs of Dalamud, those sickened souls."

"I know", Hector acknowledged with shame in his voice. "'Ad to rely on my daughter makin' a man's garments run 'aywire to get us outta there. I'm sorry, Dia, fer ever puttin' ye in tha' sitiation in the first place."

"I'm not mad at you, Da."

"Aye, maybe not, but I'm mad at meself."

"It did show me something important, however", Oliver pointed out before he looked to Dia with a smile. "An arcanist relies on strategy and quick thinking in order to combat any threat properly. While your strategy could use work, you've clearly a good grasp on how to think on the fly. When you turn fifteen in a fortnight, I'll take you to the Arcanists Guild. I've let my foolish doubts grip me for too long. You'll make a fine arcanist, my dear."

Hector wore a great big grin on his face. Both expected Dia to wear one as well, but her face said otherwise.

"No", Dia answered firmly, "I'm not going."

"Dia, c'mon!"

"I mean it. This isn't me trying to avoid anything." Dia brought a knowing eye to Oliver. "You know more than you've let on this entire time, Oliver. I've heard bits and pieces about this DuPointe tradition throughout my life, but you've never taught me what it was. Well, I just saw you take out half a dozen men using it, and that tells me that there's a lot more to this tradition than I thought. I want to learn it and I won't take no for an answer."

"So, ye ain't leavin' at eighteen summers, then?" Hector asked.

"You were going to leave when you turned eighteen?" Oliver asked.

"I was, but if I need to stay here longer to learn the DuPointe tradition, then I'm going to do that."

Hector smirked. "Sounds like ye gotta teach 'er, Ollie. Last thing ye need is yer pants dancin' 'round the 'ouse."

Oliver smiled. "I think I can work with those terms. Very well. I'll teach you what I know of the DuPointe tradition of arithmancy. I suspect you'll master it closer to your thirties, but if you are firm in your convictions, it will be time well spent. Had I taught you earlier, perhaps this would be a different story, but I'm happy to work with you for a good long time."

Dia nodded. "Then let's get started."

"Tomorrow. We have plenty of time, sweet Dia."

[beneaththeplanetofthebatmans]

I got curious about 1.0 and the story about Thancred getting guardianship of Minfilia is like the beginning of the game but if it went horribly wrong instead.

[cinnabun-faerie]

🤔 So there's barely any Fourchenault x reader stuff it seems...not for long 😏

[draculas-husband]

"My, you look positively delicious. May I have a bite, fair prince?"

"Edmont... What are you-?"

"Muahaha!"

"You are so silly sometimes..."

Drac giggles.

"What can I say... I am simply a sucker for your laugh my dear."

"That was terrible... I love you so much."

"My dear prince, I love you so very much."

"And may I just add, you are as the youth these days would say it...A real snack!"

~All saints wake date pt. 2~

Edmont had learned rather quickly how much his fiancé loved dad jokes and vampires. And he had come to love nothing more than seeing Drac smile and hearing him laugh. 🎃🦇❤️

[nabaath-areng]

I tweaked the design of Ieeha’s adoptive dad, Yvelont... sir...

(Yvelont is head of the minor noble house Verral of Ishgard, and lost his wife, children and mobility during the Dragonsong War. He was asked one day to house a “prodigous but difficult youth” who had moved regularly between numerous families his entire childhood without stability, to which he agreed.

While the youth was reluctant to familiarize himself at first, he gradually came to consider Yvelont a sort of father figure, especially after being gifted an entirely new wardrobe and was accepted as a son. Ieeha was named sole heir of the Verral estate and fortune, 3 years after he first moved in and on his 20th birthday.)

[devotedlystrangewizard]

my main thoughts, per expansion, were "i do not care about ANY of this", "hhhhhhh aymeric" "hes not hot hes not hot hes NOT" "why should i care about any of these people", and "this could have been an email."

[sortasp00ky]

Dad’s got new hair

[hqmillioncorn]

FFXIVWRITE: DAY TWENTY 7…….Hail!

‘It’s you who we celebrate! So welcome home!’

in another attempt to find her family tree, babycorn takes off with tilika to ishgard to find out more about her grandma  unfortunately ishgard is a very big place and its not very easy to find people...

Babycorn grabbed a pile of snow from the ground and rolled it around her gloved hands. “Heh heh heh…” Babycorn laughed to herself as she rolled the snow into a perfectly spherical snowball. Her aim was on Tilika as she was currently busy looking past a high balcony to the rest of Ishgard around them.

Babycorn had already taken four snowballs from Tilika since getting to Coerthas. There was just something about the region that brought out the instinct in both of them to destroy each other in a snowball fight. As of now Babycorn had gotten zero hits in but that was about to change with just one little snowball.

She aimed carefully, making sure that Tilika was in her sights. “Hyaa!” Babycorn shouted as she threw the snowball directly at her cousin.

The snowball went over Tilika and fell down into the ravine below. “Oh wow!” Tilika watched it closely as it fell, “That one almost got me! Did it go right between my ears? They did feel kind of cold!” Tilika turned around to reveal her own snowball in her hands.

Babycorn gulped, looking around for any place to duck down and hide. Ultimately she would choose to just run but just as she began to run in place to build up speed, she was hit square in the face with a snowball.

“And that’s five! That’s game!” There had been no points decided ahead of time but Tilika was starting to feel bad about Babycorn’s zero points.

“Fiddlesticks!” Babycorn sat up and picked up a pile of snow from the ground with full intention of angrily biting into it. She was stopped when Tilika ran over and lowered her arm down while she shook her head.

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Tilika and Babycorn were not in Ishgard for no reason.

They had been planning the trip here for a few days now after Tilika had figured out that part of Babycorn’s family actually had come from Ishgard. Her grandma on her papa’s side was actually from Ishgard! 

Unfortunately Tilika still couldn’t figure out where exactly Babycorn’s grandma was but a lead was still a lead.

“Do you think my grandma lives somewhere here?” Babycorn was taping her hands in rhythm on a table in the Forgotten Knight. The pair decided they would stop to eat the food they packed for the day. Babycorn suggested they eat it here and not in the bitter cold outside.

Babycorn’s eyes trailed over to the corner where she usually ran into Sidguru and Rielle. She was hoping they would be here so they could meet Tilika but both of them were mysteriously absent. Oh well… But she was really hoping Tilika would be able to meet more of her friends.

“Well…She could…?” Tilika wasn’t too confident that they would run into Babycorn’s grandma or other relatives just out of the blue. Given that Babycorn was the famous Warrior of Light, any relatives that did know she was related to them would probably have made themselves known a long time ago. Unless there was some bad blood between them and given that Babycorn’s father was raised in Gridania there was a chance that was the case.

“Your father grew up in Gridania so chances are that she’s still living there.” Tilika explained.

Babycorn almost spilled her juice in surprise, “What?! Then what are we doing here?! Shouldn’t we be looking over there?!”

“I just wanted to get a feel for where she used to live! I used to do things like this all the time back when I was looking for your mama!”

“Really?!” Babycorn couldn’t argue with the results. It was only a horrible twist of fate that Tilika had discovered Aleria’s location far too late for her to help.

Babycorn picked up her juice and took a loud slurp of it. It was orange juice! Her favorite! “I never would have thought me and Cherry had family in Ishgard! I could have talked to any of them back when we first got here and I wouldn’t even have known!” Not that Babycorn really talked to anyone back then. She mostly spent her days back then dealing with dragons or fighting the church.

At first Babycorn understood Tilika’s explanation of her having family in Ishgard as her being from Ishgard. Which sent her spiraling down into believing that she was born in Ishgard. It was only after bragging to all of her friends about how she could be getting her Elezen growth spurt at any time did Babycorn find out she was born somewhere not in Ishgard.

Which meant no growth spurt.

Unless the Elezen part of her family tree suddenly decided to grant her a miracle.

Tilika took a bite of her sandwich that Babycorn had prepared for her herself. After taking out the lollipop chunks from the ham it (no surprise) tasted better. “That’s probably the case! It could really be anyone…” None of the people Tilika passed by really screamed Babycorn’s family to her. If anyone would recognize more of Babycorn’s cousins it would be her coolest and greatest cousin number #1!

(title given to her personally by cherrypit. Tilika cried for an hour after cherrypit granted her a handmade certificate with that title written on it)

“That’s really scary Tilika!”

“Huh?” Tilika was caught off guard. What Babycorn said sounded bad but for some reason she was smiling.

“I remember Alphinaud had to explain some things that we learned. I didn’t really know why it was really bad for Ishgardians to drink dragon blood until he did!”

“Uhhh…Why was it bad….?” Tilika was almost afraid to ask. She would assume that drinking blood of any kind would be bad but what made drinking dragon blood really bad?

“If they drink it-some of them turn into dragons!” Babycorn demonstrated this as best as she could by raising her arms in the air and baring her teeth.

Tilika was at a loss for words.

Babycorn noticed that Tilika had gone eerily quiet. “What’s wrong? I didn’t scare you did I? I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry!” Having been victim to too many scary stories in her lifetime, the last thing Babycorn ever wanted to do was scare someone else with her own story.

“No! I mean-! I’m fine just…Thinking about something.”

That something was about the rumors of a young Lalatov going around and joking he could turn into a dragon. There couldn’t be any sort of truth to that…could there…?

“Now that I know that I’m a little part Ishgardian I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t drink that cup of dragon blood me and Cherry found huh?” Babycorn laughed. It was back during their investigations of finding more about Ysayle. Babycorn raised a glass of it to her mouth until Estinien knocked it out of her hands in blind fury.

It was scary at the time but now it was kind of funny.

Tilika’s eyes were wide with fear.

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Babycorn and Tilika were walking through some more of Ishgard again. None of them were really looking for anything, so much as just taking in the sights.

It was Tilika’s first time in Ishgard so Babycorn was doing her best to point out the most interesting sights to her. Babycorn pulled on Tilika’s coat and pointed at a fountain, “That’s the fountain me and Cherry always played in!” Memories of splashing together and running around the fountain water floated around in Babycorn’s mind.

“Wasn’t it cold?” Tilika couldn’t imagine the fountain would be warm in this weather.

“Oh totally! But it was way funner than it was cold!”

“Ah…” Tilika was on her way to joining the club of Wondering how the hell Babycorn and Cherrypit had managed to survive living the way they did. Given what they got up to sometimes it was almost a miracle they made it this far.

Babycorn’s attention was suddenly drawn to someone coming out of a building she frequented. She never could remember the names of buildings, just what was in it. She recognized this building as being where Aymeric usually was.

And who else could it be...but Aymeric! Out and about for a rare stroll around Ishgard.

“Oh! Aymeric! Hi! Hi! It’s me!” Babycorn suddenly stopped, “Tilika! That’s Aymeric over there! We adventured together for a little! We’re friends!” Babycorn still wasn’t sure what Aymeric’s new job was but she felt really bad for him. He always sounded sad that his job never seemed to give him any free time.

“Huh?”

Tilika looked up from the fountain to see who Babycorn was talking about. Her heart skipped a beat and her face was overcome with a warm blush. The guy Babycorn was talking about looked…really cute?!

Who was he?! Oh, right Babycorn had said his name was Aymeric. And now Aymeric was waving this way!? Was he waving to her or Babycorn?? Wait, probably both of them! Of course! Tilika slowly waved back and laughed in embarrassment. She turned her head to try and hide in the fluff of her coat.

The next thing Tilika knew there was a snowball on her face.

“Gottem!!” Babycorn was standing on top of the fountain, she was almost standing right in front of Tilika. How Tilika hadn’t noticed that was most likely due to Aymeric. “That’s one point for Babycorn! Woohoo!” Babycorn then slipped on some water and fell back into the fountain, knocking herself out.

Tilika looked down, snowball still on her face, and sighed.

Aymeric walked back the way he came from to call for help.

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From a dark corner, a young Elezen peeked at the scene in front of them.

“That couldn’t be her…could it?” they whispered to themselves. They picked up their dress and began their run back home. They technically were still forbidden to talk to her, even if most of her family had no idea their cousin was the Savior of Ishgard.

Their family probably wouldn’t take it as well as they did.