#technon

[bratzboykai]

Ah Ms. Carly Rae Jepson always delivers a good pop album! Perhaps a lengthy review tomorrow but who gives a shit honestly kskekddkdks

[srlgemstone]

The travertine deposits where it is found are geothermal. The sudden change in temperature due to technonic movements contributed to the rapid disappearance of the soft tissues of the crabs and the fossilization of their shells by covering them with sedimentary layers.

Tiny Travertine crab

[ravandfriendsxiv]

Day 28 – Favourite City

[[Mazeh'a – he / they]]

Old Sharlayan is where Mazeh'a can likely be found nowadays, either at the Noumenon (researching) or Studium (teaching aetherology or adapted somanoutics). Sometimes, he might also be helping out with the sick at Physis Technon.

Since he didn't really like Sharlayans before visiting the city, he didn't think he'd want to stick around, but its troves of knowledge were hard to resist. Now, he spends equal time between Old Sharlayan and his home in Ul'Dah.

[killing-time-in-a-fun-way]

happy ides of march!

ideas to celebrate if you’re stuck in a rut this holiday and sick of the classic ‘stab the emperor’ move

Dramatically call out Kai Su Technon when your surrogate son stabs you

Be one of the senators that just watches it happen

Be the guy who melts down the crown

be the impressionable nephew of the king and let the moment inspire you to become the first true emperor of Rome

[littlehenrikehd]

ÄLSKAR TECHNON !!! TILL FINAL MED SCARLETT NU SVERIGE !!!

[actualhumanyes]

Ursäkta men LÄGG UNDAN TECHNON DEN PASSAR INTE

[yuri-cocaine]

ffxivwrite 2023: ring

Sharlayan cake was just like every other kind of Sharlayan fare—bland. Even this wedding cake had about as much taste as chewing on cardpaper. The pastel pink fondant was as hard as dried clay, and it wasn’t even sweet. Yuma nibbled on the driest slice of cake she had ever had in her life, and she was reminded of the hardtack she used to have in Rabanastre. 

Professor Tankin and Hinageshi decided to host their wedding in the Searcher’s Meet, and everyone was invited to the impromptu celebration. It was charming in a clumsy, bookish way. Instead of fancy glassware, guests had paper cups full of iced tea and juice. The wedding cake was appropriately pink with fondant roses and fondant doves, bought for about thirty gil at a random greengrocer’s at the last minute. An alchemy student loomed over the punch bowl, stirring something neon green and fizzling. A cluster of anthropology TAs were furiously huffing and puffing into balloons, and a department professor confident in their tenure let loose a dozen mammets blaring wedding ballads at maximum volume. 

The food was mostly take-out from the Last Stand, and along with her slice of boring cake, Yuma also had a small plate of popoto wedges and a paper cup of fizzy green drink. She took a curious sip, and found that it was flavored like grapes of all things. 

Hinageshi, the beaming bride, looked radiant in her wedding dress. One of her friends wore a moogle hat and acted as the officiator moogle. She brought out the rings, and the bride and groom put them on. They were silver bands fitted with gently glowing crystals, elegant in their simplicity. 

After the Scions publicly disbanded, Yuma had helped around the Studium gathering samples for various professors, among them Professor Tankin and Hinageshi. Hinageshi had always apologized profusely for asking Yuma to travel around, but Yuma was sick and tired of the sages at Physis Technon constantly fussing over her wellbeing, and was more than happy to have to any excuse to get away. When the party died down around midnight, Tankin and Hinageshi loaded Yuma with all the leftovers as well as a good chunk of the wedding gifts as thanks for the help she provided them. There were gift cards for various shops in the Agora, as well as practical items such as new pens, pencils, notebooks. 

Yuma smiled, and wished them a blessed and eternally happy marriage. Her eyes flicked to Hinageshi’s ring, and some strange emotion bubbled in her throat and caught there. 

Back at her room in the Baldesion Annex, Yuma brushed her hair and thought of what to call this feeling twisting within her. It was bitter, and it stung behind her nose and eyes, and it made her ears flatten back. There was something wrong with that shining ring. There was something wrong with that happy little wedding in the Studium, surrounded by peers. 

When she slept, Azem’s memories bled through her soul and into her dreams. Yuma hated witnessing bits of Azem’s life. She always awoke the next morning overcome with the most terrible grief, gasping and sobbing with ice-cold despair. Her, the so-called Bringer of Hope, having the gall to despair alone after promising hope to the greatest manifestation of despair in the stars. Azem had been dead for millenia, but her emotions still haunted her favorite shard like a bit of food stuck between teeth. 

This time, the dream had engagement rings. There were three boxes: one contained a ring with a yellow diamond, one contained a ring with a gleaming amethyst, and one contained a ring with shimmering ruby. They were simple golden bands, too simple for two Convocation members and the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect, but the three of them agreed that these rings were the ones they wanted. 

“Well, I think our matching earrings should more than suffice,” huffed a familiar voice.

Someone laughed beside her. “Oh, come now! Rings will make it official. Er, more official than it already is, of course.”

Themis would be invited, and Erichthonios, but maybe not Lahabrea. Although if Erichthonios was going, there’s no point in not inviting Lahabrea. And if Lahabrea was going, then so would the rest of the Fourteen. Venat was going to be there too, and she would probably bring along her archivist friend from Anamnesis. It would be so funny if they just held the wedding in Akademia Anyder, maybe in Mitron’s spacious lecture hall, and gave party hats to all the shark concepts. 

They split up to personally deliver invitations to everyone. Azem headed to Venat’s home with a bounce in her step, admiring her new ring. 

Yuma jolted awake in filmy gray morning light. Her face was wet with tears, and she felt a desperate presence pulling at her limbs. Groaning, Yuma pushed herself up out of bed.

“Shut up,” she muttered. “Just shut up. Stop crying.”

Yuma knew what both of them wanted. The aetherial sea was right there beneath them. Every day was the same tired song and dance. They would go to the Aitiascope, ask to take the lift down into the sea, and Fourchenault or whoever was on shift would say no. Then they would leave, and come back another time. Leave, and come back.

She couldn’t even find Emet-Selch’s earring on the Tempest floor after she killed him.

Later that day, Yuma found herself at the Agora with her gift cards. She stared at the display of fashion rings Tataru sold at her boutique. With a discount, they sold for just three gil each. 

[tigirl-and-co]

okay so I'm on page 70. my current guess for how this all ends is that langely and saris team up, either on purpose or unintentionally, and destroy the technon or whatever it's called. this may or may not kill the both of them

[igazikutya]

Zajok a nappaliból – Traxelektor 2024. 01.

Mivel hagyománya van annak, hogy naptárilag záródik az év, és a Top 12 az ünnepek között, a Grand Traxelektorok Újév körül érkeznek, létezik 13. havi, sőt néha 14. havi Traxelektor is a tavalyi felvételekből. (gyúcsány ezt is elvenné) Ezek legjobbjai pedig hozzáadódnak a Grand hármashoz. Decemberben a megjelenések terén is rendre bezuhanás van, ergo ilyenkor keletkezik némi vákuum. Ezt pedig, afféle visszatekintéssel, visszakereséssel szoktam pótolni. Vagyis nem csak november/decemberi kiadványokról olvashattok majd. Ugyanis mindig vannak olyan lemezek, amik elbújnak, kevésbé tűnnek fel. Az egyik ismert zenei korbendallasing a szerzői kiadás. Na azzal olyan ködbe lehet burkolózni, hogy nincs az a spotify, ami oda elvilágít! Bandcamping!

2023

Emlékszem, feltűnt január elején, hogy milyen sok a halálhír? Persze tudjuk, telente a kaszás mindig duplán arat. Szomorú veszteség, John Juan Mendez, vagy ahogy jobban ismerjük Silent Servant hagyta maga mögött világunkat, egészen váratlanul. A hardcore az egészben, hogy hármasban, a feleségével Simone Linggel és a industrial-wave banda, The Soft Moon frontjával, Luis Vasquezzel együtt sikerült túltekerni a potit. Megint arat a fentanil. Juan Különleges előadó volt, az általa játszott technon érződött a kortárs kulturális hatás, posztpunk, industrial, ebm, new wave – ezek mind ott zizegtek szerzeményeiben. Nagyon sokakat inspirált, a Sandwell District kollektíva (Regis, Female, Function) tagja volt. Lucy-vel, Svreca-val, Broken English Club-bal, Marcel Dettmannal, Phase Fatale-lal, Santiago Salazarral közös munkái övezik szólólemezeit. Személyes kedvencem tőle a 2012-es Negative Fascination album. A legzavarbaejtőbb, hogy a berlini Tresornál tavaly év vége felé látott napvilágot In Memoriam című négy hibátlan felvételt tartalmazó EP-je, mely egyfajta visszatekintés, összegzés, újragondolása annak a 30 éves pályafutásnak, amit maga mögött tudhat. Szóval kezedbe a jegyzőtömb, aláhúzod, nyugodtan összeadod, leellenőrzöd, majd hirtelen elfolyik a tollból a tinta. Mintha a Coen-ek írták volna. Az IM tehát nem posztumusz, hanem prehumusz lemez.

Négy mondatban intézte el a tavalyi évet a Black Merlin. A Distance EP pazarul példázza a kevés beszédű ember szavának súlyát. („A távolságot, mint üveggolyót, megkapod...”) A Black Merlin ezúttal olyan tájon kanyarog, hogy a bal parton technoland dübörög, a jobbon trance-re ropják predatorszerkóban. George Thompsonnak mindegy a műfaj, a terep, ő önazonos, művei nagyívűek és pontosak.

A „Ki a kockább Sheffieldben” verseny erős mezőnyében, pusztán a névválasztással az élmezőnybe lőtte magát a Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan. A prestoni születésű, Rumfordban és Warringtonban felnőtt Gordon Chapman-Fox tulajdonképpen azt hozza létre, amiért a magamfajta blackdogos imádkozik. A lemezei között nincs sok különbség, és még a borítók is szigorúan arculatot követnek. Ellenben mindegyikük egész, önnön rendszerében tökéletes, már amennyire egy kocka kocka, ha oldalainak száma 5,7 és 6,3 között ingadozik. A szürke és pasztelszínű Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan tereiben jó lenni, ez az ambient legfőbb lakmusza. Persze a WRNTDP-nél az ambient csak alap. A The Nation's Most Central Location album erre az ambientre épült minimaltechno, brainmusic és trance modifikátorokkal, melyek néha olyan kisebb csodákat tesznek, mint a London's Moving Our Way. A kilencvenes évek mixmaster morris-alex pattersoni space-ambient trance-ét sikerült hibátlanul újra kikeverni, Londont meg az interstallerbe kilőni. Ha pedig az igazi ambient-live élményre vágysz, egy másik tavalyi WRNTDP albumról, a Moonbuilding Exclusive Live Set-et tessék meghallgatni, na nem a Spotify-on, hanem itt!

A népnyelvben csak szaxofonos technoként emlegetett belgrádi Tapan egy szerzői kiadású kétszámos EP-vel abszolválta 2023-at. Az Inner Voice EP tízperces címadó felvételében Ognen Zlatanov hangjával megy a ködgép, siklik a balkáni utazós, hideg párában málik a malka tuti. Mindkét felvételt – az online-köd dacára – megtaláljátok a Traxelektorban.

Érdekes látni, ahogy a mindenféle kreatívokkal kokettáló Sam Shackleton (Pinch, Ernesto Tomasini, Wacław Zimpel, Flesh and the Dream) zenei alaptaktikája miképp módosul a partnerek hatására. A japán Shigeru Ishiharával, azaz esetünkben Scotch Rolex-szel már idén készült egy remek album (Death by Tickling). A duó Kalule Omutaba ugandai multiinstrumentalistával lépett szintet az őrület felé. Eddig se unatkozott, aki lekövette Shackletonék ütemeit, na itt most megérkeztünk Kampalába (kalimpálalába), annyira, hogy a négy felvételből álló The Three Hands of Doom az ugandai kedvencnél, a Nyege Nyege Tapesnél jelent meg. A Nyege Nyege Omutaba kvázi otthona, Omutabának, hiszen korábbi csapataival is – HHY & The Kampala Unit - Lithium Blast (2020), HHY & The Macumbas - Camouflage Vector Edits From Live Actions 2017-2019 (2020), Metal Preyers – Metal Preyers (2020) – itt kapott nyilvánosságot. Nagyon szeretni való ez a kis műhely, hiszen idén a felsoroltak mellett nekik köszönhettük DJ Smiley Bobby, Jako Maron, Judgitzu (Julien Hairon) és a Nihiloxica (Bugandan techno outfit hailing) ösztönfúzióit, különlegességeit is. Sajnos a spotify nem jutott el ugandáig, így onlineban marad a bandcamp.

Egyik kedvenc futó sorozatom, a több kiadónál – Crevette, Rocket, Emotional Response, ICI, Kalahari Oyster Cult– megjelenő Elsewhere új darabja, VA - Elsewhere Junior II címet viselő a Strangelove Music kiadványa. Nagyon szórakoztatóan, összevissza római számozott Elsewhere sorozat, de a kettesnek volt előzménye, az Elsewhere Junior I: A Collection Of Cosmic Children's Songs, még 2019-ben. A kozmikus gyerekdal koncepció maradt, bár néha inkább a begombázva bulizunk a teletabikkal a campona játszóházban, ami most össze van nyitva a a kétezertizenkettes Csodák Palotájával, mert délelőtt félrement egy kísérlet új helyükön, a XI.-ben. Ezt a helyi tévé kamerája rögzítette, őket már elvitte a TEK. És most hallgassátok meg Puma és Delfin dalát, melynek címe: Hogyan küldjünk e-mailt?

Megjelenések (2023.13)

Black Merlin - Distance [2023, Crystal Ceremony][EP] Celldöd - Pandoras Ask [2023, Electronic Emergencies][EP] Shed - The 030-Files [2023, Hard Wax][LP] Silent Servant - In Memoriam [2023, Tresor][EP] TAPAN - Inner Voice / High Road [2023, Self-Released][EP] VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa [2023, Strangelove Music][LP-Comp] Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - The Nation's Most Central Location [2023, Castles in Space][LP]

2024

A düsseldorfi Kreidler minden nagyobb kiadványa fókuszban van, a germán elektronikus népzene, a krautrock szellemi magja, szívcsakrája, a hamburgi Bureau B az otthonuk 14 éve. Startjuk 1999-be datálódik Mort Aux Vaches albummal, utolsó albumuk, a 2022-es Spells And Daubs az év Top 30 albuma között volt. A most megjelent Twists (A Visitor Arrives) LP kilenc felvétele elsőre hagyott némi hiányérzetet, de talán csak idő kellett neki, mert a Traxelektorba kiválogatott Arithmétique, Diver, Mount Mason hármas rendre okoz azóta is meglepetéseket az újra hallgatás során.

Egy újabb zseniális Philipp Otterbach remix, gondoltam magamban, most kéne ide írnom a legolasabbat – ...hacsak szemem nem csalja bűvölet – meg az a szódászemüveges mém a kiscsávóval: Philipp Odd Dub Bach Remix. Match! A cím: Tears Only Fall From The Right Eye – ezt kapásból tudnám cáfolni, de … nem is Philippről kéne írnom, hanem a kislemezt elkövető Behrang Mohammadiról. Ő a dél-svéd (ennek a szónak semmi értelme, medi-skandináv) malmöi technoszintér egyik fontos alakja, a Spazio Recordings társalapítója. Kétszámos single, eredeti + remix – mindkettőt megtalálhatjátok a TRX-ban.

Tavaly nyáron már ki-nottingham-eztem magam eme platformon, úgyhogy nem megyünk be a Forestbe, csak shortcut-okban haladva: az 1982 óta létező post-industrial/ambient banda az O Yuki Conjugate gyakran felbukkant a „nappaliban” az elmúlt években, tavaly a Tension of Opposites Vol. 3-4 szereplt a hónap lemezei között. Az OYC egyik side-projektjében négyen (Daniel Mudford, Joe Lamb, Malcome McGeorge, Roger Horberry) játszanak, a nevük: Open Yellow Circle (a nagybetűkön spóroltak). Januárban, a glasgowi Optimo Music-nél jelent meg első albumuk, New Meridian címmel. Egy pöttyet mintha izgalmasabb lenne, mint az O Yuki, gondoltam elsőre, aztán gyülekeztek a pöttyök. Valami nagyon izgalmas ambientet hallhatunk, oldva törzsi, repetitív, főleg ütős elemekkel – ez kérem az egykori Tomaga (Tom Relleen [†2020], Valentina Magaletti) megoldóképlete, shackletoni suttogásokkal sújtva.

Nagyon szép a borító, méltó a hanganyaghoz. Hibátlan lemez, felszabadult, szinte élőnek hat, pedig stúdiófelvétel. Még az O Yuki-ra gyakran használt atmospheric, dirty ambient és wilfully obscure címkék is jobban ülnek a New Meridian-re. Az albumot záró, majdnem tízperces The Chasmic az utóbbi idők egyik legizgalmasabb lasttrack-je. Sajnálatos, hogy a Spotify-osok egyelőre ezt még nem élvezhetik.

Megjelenések (2024.01)

Kreidler - Twists (A Visitor Arrives)[2024, Bureau B][LP] Open Yellow Circle - New Meridian [2024, Optimo Music][LP] Scotch Rolex, Shackleton & Omutaba - The Three Hands of Doom [2024, Nyege Nyege Tapes][LP]

Traxelektor

Traxelektor 2024 01 (+202313) Spotify Playlist - link

(49/65, 4:19/5:59, 75%)

OffSpot Data

Open Yellow Circle - New Meridian [2024, Optimo Music][LP]

Scotch Rolex, Shackleton & Omutaba - The Three Hands of Doom [2024, Nyege Nyege Tapes][LP]

Traxelektor 2023 13 Playlist

Alice George Perez & soFa - Little Dogs [VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa, Strangelove Music] Black Merlin - Aft_Xt [Distance, Crystal Ceremony] Black Merlin - Distance [Distance, Crystal Ceremony] Black Merlin - Morphik Uniform [Distance, Crystal Ceremony] Celldöd - Ge Upp [Pandoras Ask, Electronic Emergencies] Celldöd - Nytt Namn [Pandoras Ask, Electronic Emergencies] Celldöd - PI Alla Satt [Pandoras Ask, Electronic Emergencies]

Civilistjävel! - Fem [Verktyg, YYAA] Damaged Clock - Beautiful Nights [The Key of the Future, SOIL] Damaged Clock - Desorden [The Key of the Future, SOIL] Damaged Clock - Fiesta Pesada [The Key of the Future, SOIL] Damaged Clock - Sticky Guy [The Key of the Future, SOIL]

Empress of Nature & t-woc - Rapper's Delight [VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa, Strangelove Music] Feph - One Way Out [VA - Vivendum 2, Fur:ther Sessions] JK Flesh - PI11.1 [PI 11, Pi Electronics] Jodey Kendrick - Drive Knight [EDM X, Electric Dance Music] Jodey Kendrick - The Celt [EDM X, Electric Dance Music]

Jumbrel - Sintidesbald [VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa, Strangelove Music] Michal Wolski - Grounded [VA - Vivendum 2, Fur:ther Sessions]

Mytron - Fajny Dzień [VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa, Strangelove Music] Palermo - Panamera [HARD18, Hardline] Panoram - Bucolica [Keep Looking Where The Light Comes From, Running Back Incantations] Panoram - Valovola [Keep Looking Where The Light Comes From, Running Back Incantations] Philipp Otterbach - Talkoot [The Dahlem Diaries, Music From Memory]

Puma & The Dolphin - How To Send Email [VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa, Strangelove Music] Segue - Community Dub [Harbour Cove Dubs, Huinali] Sexo y Fantasia - Gioca All'Amore [VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa, Strangelove Music] Shed - Rocket [The 030-Files, Hard Wax] Shed - Shot Rhythm [The 030-Files, Hard Wax] Shed - Yser [The 030-Files, Hard Wax] Shed - Zone [The 030-Files, Hard Wax]

Silent Servant - M-00 [In Memoriam, Tresor] Silent Servant - M-87 [In Memoriam, Tresor] Silent Servant - M-90 [In Memoriam, Tresor] Silent Servant - M-99 [In Memoriam, Tresor] Tapan - High Road [Inner Voice / High Road, Self-Released] Tapan feat. Ognen Zlatanov - Inner Voice [Inner Voice / High Road, Self-Released] Unbroken Dub - Acid On High [Highway Sleepers EP, Rawax] Unbroken Dub - Spectral Wind [Highway Sleepers EP, Rawax] VHS Head - Phasia [Phasia, Skam]

Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - A Brighter and More Prosperous Future [The Nation's Most Central Location, Castles in Space] Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - Daresbury Laboratory [The Nation's Most Central Location, Castles in Space] Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - Just off the M56 (J12) [The Nation's Most Central Location, Castles in Space] Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - London's Moving Our Way [The Nation's Most Central Location, Castles in Space] Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - Moonbuilding Exclusive Live Set [Moonbuilding Volume Three, Castles in Space] Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - Rocksavage [The Nation's Most Central Location, Castles in Space]

Traxelektor 2024 01 Playlist

Behrang Mohammadi - Tears Only Fall from the Right Eye[WUB003, WARNING] Behrang Mohammadi - Tears Only Fall from the Right Eye (Philipp Odd Dub Bach Remix)[WUB003, WARNING] Burial - Dreamfear[Dreamfear / Boy Sent From Above, XL] Cloud Management - Tempentary Dance[Tempentary Dance, dispari] Donato Dozzy - Velluto[Magda, Spazio Disponibile]

Forest On Stasys - Altus[VA - Vivendum III, Fur:ther Session] Kreidler - Arithmétique[Twists (A Visitor Arrives), Bureau B] Kreidler - Diver [Twists (A Visitor Arrives), Bureau B] Kreidler - Mount Mason [Twists (A Visitor Arrives), Bureau B] Open Yellow Circle - Cold Stars[New Meridian, Optimo Music] Open Yellow Circle - Dark Blue Trees[New Meridian, Optimo Music] Open Yellow Circle - Hiraeth[New Meridian, Optimo Music] Open Yellow Circle - Spiral Jetty[New Meridian, Optimo Music] Open Yellow Circle - The Chasmic[New Meridian, Optimo Music] Polygonia - Flumen[VA - Vivendum III, Fur:ther Session]

Scotch Rolex, Shackleton & Omutaba - Burnt Earth[The Three Hands of Doom, Nyege Nyege Tapes] Scotch Rolex, Shackleton & Omutaba - Insect Vibration [The Three Hands of Doom, Nyege Nyege Tapes] Scotch Rolex, Shackleton & Omutaba - Ring Dirt [The Three Hands of Doom, Nyege Nyege Tapes] The Smile - Wall of Eyes[Wall Of Eyes, XL]

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[butchsaint]

okay because i’m pretentious i’ve decided to learn ancient greek and god it’s already so hard

[fistsoflightning]

afternoon breeze

for wolcredweek day 6 - tea/family

i just think we should have gone back to the first to update ryne on the situation after everything (i miss the first)

When Thancred went to go get something for both of them to drink, he half-expected Zaya to have eaten most of the slightly stale packet of coffee biscuits he’d left with them. Ryne had gone through the trouble of making her own recipe for the things so she could share her favorite treat with Zaya, having apparently picked up on their disdain for anything cloyingly sweet through his stories of them—and they seemed desperate enough today to escape the bitter aftertaste of their medicine.

Instead, he opened the door to their inn room with his shoulder, hands occupied with a tray laden with all one might need to appease an Ul’dahn elite at teatime, to the sight of Zaya squinting at a familiar sheaf of paper with Feo Ul eating half a biscuit on their shoulder. The afternoon Ul’dahn sun spilled over their backs through the thin curtains, slipping through their hair when Zaya looked up to greet him with a sheepish smile.

Thancred paused in the doorway, tipping his head hesitantly towards the fae king on their shoulder happily distracted with their coffee biscuit. Feo Ul didn’t exactly like him—they were fiercely protective of their time with their ‘sapling’, and their delivery service only benefited him by proxy—but Zaya didn’t seem to think that was a problem. They set down the letter they were reading and pushed out the chair across from them with their foot in clear invitation, so he relented and carefully crossed the room to the table, letting the door swing shut behind him.

“Courtesy of Momodi. She seems to be making up for us missing breakfast,” he said, and set the tray down on the small table as he sat before he looked to Feo Ul. “Staying for tea, Your Majesty? I fear you’ll have to share a teacup, but the snacks are fair game.”

In a slightly concerning display, they finished off the rest of their biscuit in four bites before dusting off their hands with a sigh. “How lovely it would be, to daydream and dawdle with my beloved sapling with such delights,” they said, flitting up into the air as Zaya reached for a piece of dried fruit, “but those pesky Fuath and their tricks call me back to Il Mheg. I linger only to pass on a very important message from your precious flower, a world away.”

“On top of the letter?” he asked, gesturing to the page on the table.

Feo Ul giggled. “Silly mortal. Not one, but many!”

They waved their hand and pointed down at the remaining empty space on the table; in a shower of fae sparkles, a set of letters bound together by a pink ribbon appeared.

“She worries very much for your safety,” they said. “Knowing what you were to fight against, she wished you well, and then—nary a word from you for moons. Not a peep! I tried to come visit and give my dear sapling a right scolding, but even joined as we were, it was as flying through a blustery day, over a vast expanse of nothing!”

Thancred took a moment to consider. “That would be the work of the distance we had to travel and possibly Sharlayan medicine, I’m afraid,” he said, thinking more of Zaya’s uncomfortable face when the people from Physis Technon were crowding around them with experimental remedies for whatever nonsense was happening to their aether this time round. “We weren’t on our star for a long while, and when we returned it wasn’t in the best of conditions.”

“So I hear. Risking your lovely soul for the world, again and again.” Feo Ul zipped over to the side of Zaya’s head and lightly shoved at their horn; their head didn’t move much, but Thancred was more shocked that they moved at all. “Foolish, reckless, brave sapling. Have you not learned your limits? Perhaps the ways of we fae folk stayed my hand from aiding you, but that doesn’t mean I would be happy to see you fade away, no matter your struggles.”

Zaya smiled lightly. “I know,” they said quietly, and reached out to gently poke Feo Ul’s cheek with one finger. “‘m trying to be better. F’r everyone.”

They looked at him, then, their smile widening into that familiar bright grin that found its place on their face whenever they were causing trouble; behind them the light pouring in through the window brightened, some distant cloud moving away, and it cast a halo of light around their head. Unable to reach across the table without knocking something over and making a mess, he settled for stretching his leg beneath the table and tapping his ankle against theirs with a smile of his own.

“Ugh,” Feo Ul said suddenly. When Thancred finally looked away from Zaya’s smile, Feo Ul’s face was somewhere between grimacing and grinning madly. “I shall leave you two to your sappy, syrupy afternoon to bring news of your wellbeing to your fretful flower—unless you have words to give her as well?”

Thancred frowned briefly; he hadn’t written any letters since returning from the outer reaches of the distant stars, distracted thoroughly by Zaya’s injuries, their lengthy bedrest, and gathering information on the remaining complications from their star’s brief encounter with the Final Days. She didn’t need to hear about the less-savory bits of their struggles, and what few things she might like to hear were better described by Zaya.

But at he could at least give her a promise. “Tell her we’ve finished our mission, and we’re safe. Not entirely hale, but getting better, and she’ll be getting a sorely belated letter or three soon,” he said. “I’ll see about getting a letter around for Gaia too—so long as Your Majesty is willing, that is.”

Feo Ul sighed, fluttering over to his side and around his head in another shower of sparkles. They felt warm when they fell on his shoulders and his head, and flickered away just as soon as they came. “Foolish moss. Of course—you are my sapling’s dearest, and so I travel back and forth to deliver your words in hopes I create a path where your love may easily travel.” They backed away with him slowly, clasping their hands together. “You must return soon. I won’t have you missing your flower’s next wonderful festival!”

With that, Feo Ul did a small backflip and disappeared back into the aether to travel back to the First, though not without one last gift. Thancred laughed beneath his breath when he turned back to see Zaya reaching up with a confused expression to touch the flower crown left on their head; he stood up now to reach over to them, plucking a stray coral petal out of their bangs.

“I’ll get a quill and some paper,” he said, looking about the room, “but first I have to ask: is moss some manner of insult for the Fae, or an endearment?”

[yuri-cocaine]

ffxivwrite 2023: extra credit day

Krile got everyone their own teacups for afternoon tea. Krile’s teacup was a simple yellow cup with white polka dots. The twins had matching carbuncle cups, with a blue one for Alphinaud and a red one for Alisaie. Thancred’s teacup was a plain white scalloped cup, and Urianger got a black and gold porcelain cup with patterns of stars on the saucer. Y’shtola’s teacup was a delicate gray thing, carved with patterns of whorling ivy, with a curling handle painted in deepest emerald. G’raha’s cup looked like a fat cat. Estinien, who refused to join in on afternoon tea, only had a water glass. 

Minfilia’s teacup, a pink bone china cup painted with roses, was tucked away safely in a cupboard at the Annex. It sat next to Papalymo’s garish pineapple mug–a gift from Lyse. 

“We ought to get Yuma a new teacup,” said Tataru. She poured herself some blood currant black tea. “And I believe I shall buy one for myself as well. Rowena’s homeware is a tad gauche, don’t you think Krile?”

“Huh? Oh, well, I think it’s fine,” said Krile through a mouthful of shortbread crumbs. 

Yuma’s teacup was bought from Rowena at a clearance sale. It was a featureless white cup with an equally plain saucer, and next to Tataru’s painted flower cup, it was definitely a boring sight. The Warrior of Light deserved something better for teatime. Something with a little more oomph. 

Krile had a catalog of handcrafts from local artisans, because Tataru had been stressing about the importance of supporting small businesses lately. It was also a happy coincidence that Tataru’s boutique just happened to be featured on the catalog’s first page. She made her way to Physis Technon, where Yuma was currently hospitalized after the Ragnarok returned from their trip to the stars, bringing with her the catalog and a pen. 

The Loporrits did a remarkable job healing Yuma aboard the starship, but the sages of Physis Technon were adamant in having her stay for at least a week to monitor her in case any wounds reopened. Alphinaud had been going in and out of there as well ever since Alisaie teased him about potentially having alien brain parasites. 

Krile knocked on the hospital room door. “It’s me, Krile! Are you awake, Yuma?”

No response. Krile gently pushed the door open and peeked inside. Yuma was asleep on the cot, snoring softly. The curtains on the window were drawn back, letting sunlight stream in. Sparkling on the nightstand was Azem’s brilliant orange crystal, and beside the crystal were a few get well soon cards and a box of carrot-flavored chocolates from Livingway. 

“Well, I’ll just drop this off here then,” said Krile. She placed the catalog on the nightstand along with a note: Be sure to circle which teacup you want! 

Krile quietly tip-toed out and shut the door behind her. She’ll let Yuma snooze for a few more hours.