“Our father’s smile and mother’s fierceness. She carries them both.”
Daughter of the Qerel tribe, made in Nhaaama’s image for war. Serai left the Azim Steppe in her teens for the hustle and bustle of Kugane. Years later, that same wanderlust drew the young woman west - across Thavnair and Ala Mhigo to Eorzea - where she’s found herself in the company of mummers, heretics, warriors, and scholars. Bright and optimistic, Serai is an easily-underestimated pugilist of surprising ferocity; but more recently she's been seen carrying a red mage’s rapier and focus - and journeys regularly to Yedlihmad to meet with her “teacher.”
“She has the delicate air of a person made of glass, knowing that once broken, glass can cut you worse than the sharpest knife.”
A young, fey midlander of Gridania, Seraanna and her mother Aralya were thought lost after the Garlean invasion that ended at the Battle of Silvertear Skies, over fifteen years past. In the confusion of the Final Days, a woman of that name registered herself alone among the refugees at Radz-at-Han. Her hair the color of ash and her voice soft and broken, she haunted the city’s alchemists before accepting travel to Eorzea. Seraanna now seems to move freely, almost randomly, between the Eorzean city-states, often visiting the less reputable of markets and shoppes. Shadows follow in her wake.
(art by @yuxingart)
Annadia Thorn - no links, currently
“All sharp blades and silver tongue.”
Annadia was born in the Black Shroud, the miqo'te Keeper chafing under the hunt marks enforced by the Gridanian Trapper’s League. Yet she was among the most skilled hunters of her tribe, with a brash demeanor to match. Differences with the Gridanians were set aside to fight the Garleans at Cartenau, and Annadia was among those few who survived Bahamut’s rampage after the red moon fell. She emerged from the battlefield's carnage carrying a Doman sword which she claimed to have taken from a fallen Garlean praefect. Five and more years later, Annadia has yet to return to the Shroud - instead hiring her skills out for coin and fancy. The Doman sword, she still wears at her side.
In mine and many other east Asian cultures, the dragon traditionally symbolises things like power, wealth and strength (imperial symbol and all)
I think we often forget that in the story of the Great Race, the dragon came in fifth because it'd stopped to give people rain. Then it'd stopped again to push a rabbit adrift on a log across the wide river so it reached the shore safely (that's why the Rabbit year comes before the Dragon).
Dragons aren't meant to just be powerful - they are meant to do good with such power, and to help those in need.
So in this lunar new year, I hope you gain more power, so that you might be able to help others. I pray you have abundant resources so you may give to yourself and those around you. I wish you courage, endurance, kindness and generosity, for yourself and your people.
I hope you, and I, will be rain givers, life preservers, joy bringers.
I hope we will be dragons.
Extremely belated postscript that should have been here far earlier:
I love the idea of kintsugi so here's a porcelain dragon that highlights the broken seams with gold. Despite all the pains of hardships in life, we are beautiful.
I'm turning 30 this month, and for some reason have become suddenly interested in material possessions. like what if,,,,,,,,my couch was nice. what if my sheets were nice. is this what happens to you??
A wonderful Pokemon chinese animated short film directed by DaiWei (All Saints Street) and produced by MTJJ / HMCH studio (Legend of Hei) for Chinese New Year.
Genuinely loved the experience of being at camp for the first time and seeing all the companions with their tits out like they're all gonna go clubbin or some shit
Then there’s Gale
Who's just. So utterly swagless that his clothes smell like dusty old books. My man doesn't give a fuck about the drip he's getting his ass ready for bed