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[its-the-val-pal]

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About Val.. uh. Covington? Nunh? I guess? Idk.

Tagged by @luck-and-larceny (ty so much~)

Animal: This is gonna feel like a bit of a copout since he's a Miqo'te, but his animal has always been the wolf. It's his tribe and it's what I based a lot of his personality off of, or at least bits and pieces of it.

Color: Crimson. Black. Blue. Silver. And, sometimes, white. These are the colors I always try to keep him to when deciding an outfit for him. He also has a pretty fiery personality and I think they fit him.

Song: Too many, but some that I keep are: Magnolia, Lights, Camera, Action, and Bloody Power Fame.

Number: Val can't count. I mean he can. Sort of. When he tries. But he doesn't really appreciate or understand the importance of numbers.

Day or Night: He's a daytime boy. I'd argue that he probably belongs in the night with his tendencies, but he doesn't distinguish between the two in such a way. If he wants to get drunk at 10am, he will.

Plant: chres

Smell: Val has a very earthy smell to him with a hint of whiskey underneath.

Gemstone: Ruby

Season: Summer, of course.

Place: Fighting arena. Bar. He loves to visit these places and get his fun in. Otherwise, he'll be out exploring and wandering around.

Food: Meat and veggies. Val keeps a VERY strict diet and avoids sweets at all cost.

Eorzean Deity: Menphina

Eorzean Element(s): Fire, Levin.

Drink: Whiskey ofc.

Kind of a copout but I honestly don't know a lot of people here yet since I'm returning, soooo if you see this and wanna do it, by all means.

[lambs-rest]

1 from those dialogue prompts, if you’re still taking those prompts?

So I was a complete dingus and didn't realise this was another ask, I just though the inbox was being funny, because kept reading the number 1 as 7! So, something quick for this one! Thanks for the prompt ❤️

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1. “Stop screaming! It’s just a cat!”

"Your definition of a cat is VERY different to mine!"

"How rude!"

"Oh, come on Emm, Cait Sith's just a wee bit stretched."

"A wee bit!? Granye, that's a talking stuffed toy!"

She crossed her arms and tutted at the youngest Fortemps. "Ye said ye wanted to make an impression on Miss Laniatte, aye? What better way than to make an effort to understand the problems 'round her post? The Redbills can help ye with 'at!"

Emmanellain wilted at the reminder, as if the chainmail he wore suddenly weighed ten times as much. Perhaps...it wasn't worth it, he thought, daring to cast a sidelong glance back down at the tall, thin and very upright cat-like creature. Why were it's eyes so big and...bug-like?

Cait Sith looked up at Granye, distinctly displeased at being gawked at like some roadside attraction. She held our a hand in attempt to placate the familiar.

"Emm's just gettin' the hang o' stretchin' his wings. Give him a chance."

The familiar crossed his tiny, thin arms. "A chance is all he shall get with me. I've no time for the close-minded."

"He's being generous, you know. If the Captain were here right now, he'd toss you off the deck for treating a member of the crew like that." Utata said bluntly, looking up at Emmanellain with a matter-of-fact nod.

Emmanellain gulped. "Forgive me, it is as Granye says. I'm only just starting to venture beyond Ishgard." He inhaled slowly, attempting to steady himself. "It will take me some time to become accustomed to a talking...cat, but I vow to do my best."

Cait Sith looked at Granye again. "Not very good with his words, is he?"

She shrugged. "Honoroit usually does the bulk o' the serious talkin'. Why didnae ye bring 'im with ye again?" She asked, turning her head to Emmanellain.

He sulked. "...I've been advised to stop relying upon his service so heavily."

Granye clapped his back with encouragement. "You'll find yer feet in no time, old laddie! Besides, yer a natural at makin' connections! Just dinnae go makin' moves on Stacia or the other lasses an' I'm sure ye'll get along spectacularly with Leo!"

Emmanellain gawped, cheeks reddening. "You know very well my heart is dedicated to only one fair rose!"

"Oh, o' course!" Granye reached out and ruffled his hair, earning a grimace from her adoptive brother.

He swatted her hand away. "It is only for Lady Laniatte's sake I wish to do this, you know!"

"Oh?"

Emmanellain patted down his hair as he spoke. "You might say the interest in aerial pursuits runs in the family. You remember how Haurchefant raised chocobos, yes? Well, he rather enjoyed flying them too. And Artoirel will never admit it, but I'm certain he wanted to become an airship pilot when he was small, before he understood that he would inherit the title of Count. He thinks none have seen his collection of miniatures, but he is quite mistaken!"

He looked up to the clouds that floated by them on the island. "...I think it runs in our blood. Maybe a memory remains there, of those ancient days when man and dragon once flew together..."

Emmanellain looked back at them, suddenly flustered by their intent stares. "N-Not that I have any intention of deserting Dragonhead to become a sky pirate, mind you! It's just... Well, it feels like rather untapped potential for an alliance, and I would rather foster such relations myself than pass the idea off to another."

His nerves grew under their silent gazes, until Granye reached over and pulled him into a one-armed hug, then bent her arm up to ruffle his hair again, bringing forth a dismayed groan. "I's nice to knew there's a nugget o' wisdom in there, Emm." She teased.

The sound of approaching engines drew Utata's attention from the affectionate display of sibling bullying, and toward the two manacutters that were pulling in to dock. "Captain's here! Shape up, noble! And loosen up while you're at it. You won't get anywhere by being a stiff with the Captain." She advised.

Granye waved at Leofard and Stacia as they climbed out of their vessels beckoning them over. "Just be yerself, Emm." She whispered, leaning toward him slightly. "I'll be right next to ye fer this."

Emmanellain looked up at her gratefully and took a deep breath before the Captain of the Redbills reached them.

One step at a time. One idea at a time.

[mages-ballad]

G'raha Tia for the ask game <3, if you haven't answered it already :D

YESSS G'raha is such a wonderful guy, and Lopu likes him a lot. Their feelings for each other aren't romantic, but I would say they're very close friends. Being Miqo'te of the same age (not counting CT time travel stuff) and having a love for adventure, they connect real easily.

Ofc when Lopu first met him she was a bit shyer and thought he was a *little* full of himself, but now she knows the true G'raha and how strong his desire to help and seek out adventure is, and its something she greatly appreciates. She hates when he undermines himself and all of his achievements though, but the two have come from him seeing Lopu as this unattainable inspiration to actual true and close friends on the same wavelength. ...She was a lil pissy though with him hiding as the Exarch for so long, despite the fact she remembered G'raha and even asked where he was, only to be met with secrecy. But everything's okay now!