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Wolianger Week Day 7 - Eternity

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Perhaps we're all just mourning in our own ways.

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First two pics are based off of this Zelda Cutscene.

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Grief

Luninne took the urn from the crematorium attendant with a sniff and a thank you. It was strange to carry her parents' remains in such a little object, but it had been their wish to have their bodies reduced to ash. Well, it had been her mother's wish to do so - her father had admitted twas far more important to the Warrior of Light to be cremated than it was to himself. When asked why it was so important to her mother, Luninne learned that ancient beings called Ascians had been prone to taking dead bodies of those with power and influence for good to further their own ends.

She remembered then asking her father why her mother would be so afraid of that happening to her body when they had defeated the Ascians, and the look of pain in his eyes as he failed to answer. It was the first time that Luninne truly realized that her mother's adventuring had been hard on her, and why she had tried so many times to retire from it. She also remembered the hug she gave her father, and the promise that she wouldn't ask him again about it. He only added that he wished to have his ashes intermingled with hers to further dilute her essence.

Luninne stepped onto the airship to Gridania, her height and grieving attitude acting as a shield as she held the urn close. Louineaux was gathering his family and they would hold a small funeral at the Lotus Stand before spreading the ashes across the Star. She luckily had a private cabin on the airship, and gave herself permission to have a good cry and grieve alone before facing family.

Though historically (or because) there was tension between the Duskwights of Gelmorra and the hearers and Padjal of Gridania, Kan-E-Senna herself wished to bless the Warrior of Light and her husband safe passage to the aetherial sea. Louineaux was able to thank the Seedseer with far more grace and sincerity than Luninne could ever manage. She sniffed at the thought that there would be a day where she couldn't rely on him because he'd be dead like their parents, and then started crying at the returning realization that they were, in fact, gone. With a look of pity, the Seedseer left the twins alone to mourn as Louineaux wrapped his arm around his sister's shoulders. 

He didn't use any charming words on her - they never worked on her - but instead just sat with her in the dappled sunlight. 

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Junelezen Day 7: Eternity

Their adventures in Tural have brought thoughts of family to the forefront for Ariane and Urianger--family ties, family legacies. They've begun to talk more of their own future... marriage, perhaps even children. And thus, the question of how and where they might be married. Such simple questions and yet so fraught with complex meanings and lingering questions.

Many possible venues present themselves... the Waking Sands, the Rising Stones, the Nymphaeum, Nophica's Altar... of course, the Sanctum of the Twelve... perhaps even the Crystarium, if Y'shtola's work bears fruit. Which place holds the greatest significance to them both? What does it mean to be joined in the sight of the gods when your gods are dead? What meanings may still be found in their rites and rituals? Given what they now know, all that has been revealed to them in these last years, what is the meaning of "eternal bonding"?

While there are no easy answers, they both know they desire a life together, surrounded by their dear friends.

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Wolianger Week 2025 Day 6 - Water

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Wolianger Week, Day 6: Water

Let's splash Papa with Mama. 💙

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His ass did not wanna get in that water (at first) (it's only a foot deep this time)

Beach Episode??????????!! Part 2: The slightly better at Gpose sequel

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Wolianger Week 2025 Day 5 - Life and Death

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Wolianger Week, Day 5: Life/Death

Inspiration

So the dead guy you had weird sexual tension with for a few months is now a part of your girlfriend and you're kind of into it.

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Such is Life

"Darling, I think I found a place where we could hide for a while," Rowan whispered.

His eyes shown with mischief. "Twould give Krile an abundance of worry if one of her patients were to disappear."

"We can quickly return if she truly gets worried. But it'll take a while for anyone to find us if they search."

So they departed quietly from the Dawn's Respite, hand in hand, up the stairs of the Rising Stoness.

"I had not realized that our base of operations had been so labyrinthine this entire time..." Urianger muttered.

"This is the last door, I promise," Rowan said, opening it.

The door opened out to a balcony and they stepped out into the gloom of Mor Dhona. 

"Art thou certain that there shall be no passersby to observe us? Tis more for thy sake that I remind thee," he asked.

She shrugged. "One thing I remember from Yugiri and the shinobi is that nary a soul thinks to look up. As long as we're not loud..."

Urianger took a long arc around the balcony, chin in hand. "Then if thou feelest safe..."

Rowan had to start moving back as he approached, feeling the giggles rise as she realized that he meant to pin her to the wall like a romance novel heroine would get pinned by a rapscallion of a man. Once her back hit the wall, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and smiled into his glittering golden eyes. 

They nuzzled a bit to get some of the levity out, as they had found it was hard to laugh and kiss at the same time. Not impossible, but as their goal was more sensual than comedic, it helped transition them to more intimate displays of affection. Then Urianger pulled Rowan closer by the waist and their lips met. 

This wasn't their first kiss shared on the Source since Urianger and the others returned, nor the second. But those were stolen things, small pecks in quick succession to keep a secret Rowan knew wasn't all that secret for just a little longer. Now with a mote more of privacy, they could kiss for longer. Somehow, stray thoughts of how the lips were sensitive because it was from food that the body regained aether passed through Rowan's mind as hers tingled against Urianger's.

His breath and spit mingled with hers as they continued to kiss, both feeling somehow more substantive than they were when they kissed on the First. She wouldn't have ever thought that things such as how warm he felt against her was a quality that would improve when Urianger regained his body, but Rowan figured she had been wrong about many things before. 

Rowan thought she was given a change to catch her breath when Urianger shifted his grip on her, but he had moved to kiss her neck instead. Ever since he realized how sensitive she was there, it became a favorite place of his to touch. If it didn't feel so good to be kissed there, Rowan would've protested, but she melted into his ministrations instead. A soft moan escaped her lips as his teeth grazed her pulse and gave a little hum of satisfaction. 

Urianger leaned back, panting, looking incredibly satisfied with himself. Rowan found that she couldn't blame him for looking that way and smiled. She moved to repay him in kind when a door slammed below, causing the both of them to jump. 

After they recollected themselves, and finding the moment broken, Urianger gave a sad little smile. "Alas, such is life."

"Such is life," Rowan sighed as they returned back to their base.

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Raising your Black Mage for the 1178th Time

a bunch of glass cannons, all of them.

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Wolianger Week 2025 Day 4 - Trial

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It was said that the King of the Night jealously guarded his flowers, and that his favorite was his Rowan.

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Wolianger Week, Day 4: Royalty

In fair Il Mheg, of blossoms bright And hills of verdant green, Resideth there upon the lake My love, the Faerie Queen.

Unto her Kingdom she is bound; And set apart are we. And yet some lonesome nights, in dreams She cometh unto me

And whisp'reth sweet unto mine ear, “Fret not, my mortal love. When time hath made thee frail, and thou Hast labored long enough,

"I pray, lay down thy duty And hearken unto me, And here upon the crystal lake We’ll live eternally.

"No longer needst thou languish, Nor thy weary body strive. There’s milk upon my table, And honey from the hive.

"From thine own world, in mortal flesh Thou never canst be free. But loose the fetters of thy soul, And I shall carry thee.”

I left mine heart beside that lake, As sure as I yet breathe. Yet duty bindeth me to life; I cannot yet be free.

Steadfastly shall I labor For those we may yet save, And I’ll not forsake my duty Ere I’m neighbor to the grave.

Though e'en now my light is dimming Shall I count my duty o'er? Shall I go unto Titania Upon that crystal shore?

Shall I at length accept the gift My Queen would fain bestow— Forsaking the aetherial sea Where dear departed go—

Forsaking those who've gone before And there beyond await, For life eternal with my love At Lyhe Ghiah's gate—

From rebirth, ever sundered, Transfigurèd my soul Unto unchanging umbral thing Forever there to dwell?

Where fallen kingdoms sleep beneath And stars preside above, Resideth there upon the lake The Faerie Queen, my love.

--Excerpted from The Faerie Queen, an epic poem penned by Archon Urianger Augurelt in his last days and found in the Bookman's Shelves among his other writings.

Following the Warrior of Darkness's transformation into Titania, her companions were unable to return to their star, and at length, one by one they perished, their souls apparently dissipating into the aetherial sea as the connection to their distant bodies disintegrated. Only the Astrologian's fate remains unknown, as none were with him in his final hours. Whether he chose to pass unto the aetherial sea, or to accept the Faerie Queen's offer, remains a mystery.

This epic poem contains many verses, some complete and some fragmentary, suggesting that the Archon was not able to complete the work before he vanished from us. Nonetheless, The Faerie Queen remains a significant and beloved work across Norvrandt, the original manuscript archived in the Crystarium's Cabinet of Curiosity.

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The Feat of Repast

The Warrior wrapped her arms around Urianger’s shoulders from behind, closing her eyes as she savored the first modicum of quiet they’d managed to steal for themselves, albeit brief, since embarking for Yok Tural.

“My lady,” he murmured with mild concern, “art we not meant to be deciphering the spices of Xibruq Pibil? The claimants shall be expecting our response.”

“Shhh. I smell cumin and paprika—we just need to figure out one or two more.”

His eyes widened as he turned to glance at her. “What? Dost thou possess some manner of Au Ri olfactory prowess to which I am yet unaware?”

She laughed, cutting him off. “No. I've simply cooked things that aren’t Archon Loaf. Shall we get started?"

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The Court Wizard found the Lost Knight and danced with her throughout the evening.