#zuala nydoorin

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

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[helimir]

more fun parallels

C2E105: The Storm Lord shows Yasha a vision of Zuala, who tells her “Don’t let me be a shackle”

C3E104: The Wild Mother shows Orym a vision of Will, who tells him “Don’t live your life in the shadow of mine”

[khalliys]

If I only could, I′d be running up that hill With no problems

[critterpages]

Girls when “I have so many flowers to bring to her”

[tiamat-zx]

So I’ve been rewatching the Beauyasha supercut compiled by Astro Edits on YouTube, and… I’ve realized something.

When Yasha is recounting the day that she lost Zuala, she remembered it as her running away from the execution, and that she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes.

However, that’s not what really happened.

She did, in fact, witness it. She witnessed the Skyspear stabbing Zuala with her blade when the latter had tried to convince the former to allow their union. She had also slain the Skyspear in retribution.

To be fair, it’s not out of the question to declare that Yasha was an unreliable narrator when by her own admission she had been missing some time in her memory, and thus may not have fully recalled everything at the time due to her rage and sorrow rendering it all a blur.

I bring this up because, from what I understand, the fog had faded the moment that Obann had shackled her once more. She had suddenly remembered what she had done.

And nowhere was that made ever clearer than the moment that she had been forced to stab Beau in the Chantry of the Dawn.

As I stated before in a post a while back, the “imagery she had seen once before” was not that of Molly’s death, but that of Zuala. At that point, she had regained a significant portion of her memories, including what had occurred on that day. She had even expressed confusion during her epilogue when she saw Jadek in the armor of the Skyspear, and then Yasha quietly realized that the previous Skyspear had been felled by her own hand.

So when you think about it, this explains the supposed contradictions between what was mentioned in the campaign and what was depicted in her origin comic. Because there weren’t any contradictions at all.

Regardless, there is still one fact that remained constant: her belief that she was a coward for the longest time whether it was her long-held belief that she had run away from the execution, or the sad truth that she didn’t have the courage to confront the Skyspear herself, the latter of which had led directly to Zuala sealing her own fate.

It wasn’t until she had found the second love of her life that she began to realize that she wasn’t a coward, but a survivor. And it wasn’t until she had found Zuala’s grave that she finally made peace with her loss, and had been able to forgive herself.

To this day, Yasha Nydoorin still remains my favorite PC to come from the creative and talented mind of Ashley Johnson. And this is but one of many reasons as to why.

[halhys]

Aaaaah I need help! I tried these (lower quality/done quickly to test) lightning strikes for Yasha's set on the extra D12 I had and I need your opinion! (It doesn't show well but the white lines have a blue shimmer in the light)

[ithinkthiswasabadidea]

bestie is on episode 4 atm

talking about Yasha, and she has no idea just how correct she already is

[pocketgalaxies]

marisha and travis suffering visible emotional damage at "i have so many flowers to bring to her." same

[kyoodledoodle]

guys

GUYS

Do y'all think Molly and Zuala watch over Yasha together and Zuala got to thank Molly for saving Yasha after Zuala couldn’t stay with her

Wah

[natp20]

wasn’t sure i was remembering this right but i went digging and now i’ve made myself sad

[lyricalporcupine]

BYW Day1: Dance|Moon Story beneath the cut! Also, link to the ao3 posting as well!

~~~~~ To say the day had been taxing would be an understatement. First was the near clusterfuck with the Dolorav tribe. If Kord hadn’t intervened, that could have been a bloodbath, and Beau isn’t sure which side would have been the hardest hit. Next was Zuala’s final resting place. Beau had been nervous, expecting an ambush despite the Skyspear’s promise to let them pass unharmed so long as Yasha didn’t return. After that was Yasha’s tearful apology and goodbye to her wife. Yasha had introduced Beau to Zuala, and the gesture had caught Beau so off guard that she stuttered and stumbled over her greeting, flinching after thanking Zuala for her sacrifice that allowed Yasha to live and giving Beau one of the best things to ever happen to her. Beau hadn’t meant that she was glad Zuala died, but her tired mind kept replaying her words over and over again, and twisting them that Beau wasn’t even sure what she had originally said and what she had actually meant. Yasha hadn’t mentioned it, because of course not. And Beau didn’t bring it up herself. Because of course not. With a tearful goodbye, they had quietly walked away after Yasha had planted a few of the seeds over Zuala’s grave that Caduceus had given her. Yasha hadn’t said much since, but she would look at Beau with soft eyes and an even softer smile. Beau tried returning it, but her thoughts would go dark, and turn on her. Yasha loved her. Beau knew that. Yasha was a terrible liar, even with her occasional bouts of self-doubt and loathing, Beau knew that much to be true. But sometimes, and especially today, Beau felt like a placeholder. Yasha hadn’t, and would never, call Beau a consolation prize. But Beau’s abandonment issues had kicked up hard today. Yasha loved, loves, Zuala so fiercely, even after losing her, and Beau knows Yasha will never stop loving her wife. So how could Yasha love Beau so deeply, too? It’s not a competition. Even if it was, Beau wouldn’t try to compete, especially with a memory. She just didn’t know where she stood, and it sucked donkey balls that it was her own mind fucking with her; her own insecurities and trauma. “For the love of Kord, please blink,” came Yasha’s soft voice beside her. “You’re drying my eyes out.” Beau startled, making a high-pitched squeak as her arms windmilled to keep her from falling onto her ass. She felt Yasha’s hand grasp hold of her upper arm to help steady her, and when Beau regained her balance and settled back into her squat, she gave Yasha a sheepish smile. “Thanks, babe.” Yasha released her, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Beau’s ear. “Is everything okay?” Yasha asked. “You’ve been quiet.” “Oh yeah, ‘M fine,” Beau replied. “Everything’s hunky-dory. A-okay.” She caught Yasha’s skeptical look. “Super.” Beau cleared her throat. “What about you? You’ve been quiet, too.” “But I’m always quiet,” Yasha said simply. Beau smiled, but it didn’t quiet reach her eyes. “Are you saying I never shut up?” “I like that you never shut up,” Yasha replied. When Beau’s smile softened into something more real, Yasha pushed a bit. “Really, what’s wrong?” Beau stared at Yasha for a long moment before she sighed and fell back, purposely falling onto her ass to sit. She crossed her legs and picked up a stick, poking and prodding at their small camp fire. It took her several minutes to gather her thoughts into something cohesive, and Yasha remained patient while she did. Finally, Beau said, “I’m not grateful that Zuala died.” She caught Yasha moving out the corner of her eye and turned toward her to see Yasha’s head tilted to the side, inquisitive, and her brows were knitted together. “Who said you were grateful?” Yasha asked. Beau swallowed, doing her best to keep from looking away from Yasha. “…I did. Earlier today. Remember?” Realization dawned and Yasha reached for Beau again, her warm and calloused palm cupping Beau’s cheek. Beau turned into her hand, and Yasha’s thumb traced back and forth along her skin just beneath her eye. “That isn’t how you meant it. I know that.” Then Yasha’s smile grew. “Zuala knows that, too.” Beau’s eyes burned, and her vision began to swim as she did her best not to cry. “She sounds great, ya know? How can I compete?” Beau’s voice cracked, and her eyes screwed shut.  “You can’t,” Yasha replied softly. Beau nodded and tried to turn away, but she felt Yasha’s other hand cup her face as well, keeping her turned towards her. Then she felt Yasha’s forehead rest against hers. “You’re a lot like her, ya know,” Yasha whispered. “Always wanting to do the right thing, no matter what. But there are a lot of people like that, and I didn’t fall in love with them. And it isn’t why I fell in love with you.” Yasha pulled away just enough to look at Beau, and ran the backs of fingers along Beau’s jaw. “You are not a replacement, Beau. No one could ever replace Zuala in my heart. Just like no one will ever be able to replace you. You helped show me and to understand that I can have love in my heart for two people, and that it’s okay to move on and enjoy it. I know Zuala would want that for me.” Beau hadn't realized she was crying until Yasha gently wiped her tears away. Then Yasha was kissing her, and she felt something slot into place inside her. Something right. Beau didn't realize Yasha had pulled away until she was being hauled to her feet. “Dance with me,” Yasha said with a playful smile. Beau laughed as Yasha twirled her around. “What?” Yasha’s smile grew as she wrapped Beau up in her arms and pulled her close. “Dance with me,” she said again. “Zuala and I never had a chance to dance, and I don’t ever want to miss out with you.” Beau’s heart felt too big for her chest as Yasha led them through a dance to music that only she could hear. But as Yasha held her close and kissed he, Beau could have sworn she could hear the music, too.

[aspiringsophrosyne]

Talking about the series for Campaign 2 is hard. We have some idea as to what to expect based on the first two seasons of TLOVM. But...we don't know if things will change for the animated show between then and now.

As of this post, there's a lot we can't even guess.

For instance, we don't know if the show will keep the attention it's gotten by this point. Or if it'll lose some. Or if it will gain some.

But if TLOVM stays in the place it's at or even gains momentum, the Nein might receive more time and resources to tell their story. That would be awesome. But unfortunately, we can't count on it. So it's fun to try and think of compelling ways to play out scenes or get ideas across with as little time and resources as possible.

In that vein, I like the idea of Yasha just showing up with armfuls of flowers over the first couple of seasons. No explanation is given. There's no real focus on them or her. She just....randomly sometimes has her arms full of flowers. Or maybe a few in her hair. Or both.

When it comes time for Yasha to finally tell the story of Zuala, before it even starts, have some wildflowers in her hair where the camera can see them. Then play the last part of Ashley's narration over a montage.

Like so:

Yasha: I don't know if my heart could ever be healed, but I'm okay with that.

(Yasha poking around in a forest, picking blossoms from trees and scaring the woodland creatures away.)

Yasha: I feel like if it were put back together then that means Zuala would be gone.

(Inadvertently intimidating a florist into just shoving a free bouquet into her arms.)

Yasha: I know one day I want to go back there.

(Popping up from off-screen and under some tall grass with a tiny wildflower in between her fingers.)

Yasha: I don't know where she was buried,

(Holding out a handful of wild roses to show Molly as he gets exasperated over the state of her hands, bleeding from the thorns.)

(Shot of Yasha's face, again, the flowers clearly visible in her hair: the audience realizing she's been wearing her wife's story the whole time.)

Yasha: But I have so many flowers to bring her.

[quitefair]

so i just read the yasha comic and let me tell you that a) the art is fucking stunning and b) i am now never gonna stop crying over Them.

[tiamat-zx]

I've noticed that throughout Campaign 2, not once did Beau refer to Zuala by name. Perhaps intentionally because it wouldn't have been right for her to say her name out of respect for Yasha.

I would honestly love to hear her say her name in the animated series. And to see Yasha's reaction to hearing her name being spoken by someone who would respect and honor her memory.

[halhys]

Yasha Nydoorin - for Zuala

I am thinking of painting some lightning strikes on the inserts before casting the shells!

Happy thursdayy!