Welp, that’s all 30. I have mixed feelings about these: while some of them I like (mainly the ones to do with Odette and Idris’ backstories), some of them were definitely just to write something that day and it shows. Still, this is way more writing than I usually do outside of rp, especially lately, and I am proud of that. As well as just managing to get through it all lol.
That, and it was nice to at least be able to do something with Odette.
Despite the fact that it was probably unwise to let her within a malm of a kitchen unsupervised, here she was, cookbook laid across one counter and a culinary disaster happily boiling away on the stove.
Her thought had been to surprise Synn with dinner for once (usually it was the other way around), but at the rate things were going, it seemed that he would be surprised for a very different reason.
At least it would be something to laugh about while they headed to Limsa for something edible later.
It was late. As she sat at her desk, Adeya slowly spun her golden wedding ring between her fingers. Normally she kept it safe on a chain around her neck, out of danger of ink and dirt and blood, but for now the cool metal was comforting as she thought.
Things had changed, but that bond, the one between her and Synn, still survived, even while others had not. And there was still a friendship between herself and Solenne, and perhaps even Michaux, if he ever gathered up the courage to come talk to her again.
Adeya growls in frustration as she stares down at the grimoire lying open upon her desk. It looked much the same as her old one, almost identical in fact, and that bothered her.
The color and shape of the book weren’t the issue; those were just surface details, distractions. The real issue was the spells. Every time that she had replaced a book, she had taken it as an opportunity to inscribe all of the little modifications that she had discovered to improve her spells. But these looked nearly identical to her old ones.
Adeya likes cooking, but you should never eat anything she makes. She is absolutely terrible at it. It wouldn’t surprise me if she’s made her husband cry in despair a few times.
Adeya would never say that she believed in fate, that she was far too logical for such nonsense. Let others believe in such things, if it comforted them, but she knew that the world was a place of cold, hard logic.
Except when it came to people. They were unpredictable, too prone to acting on emotion rather than reason. It was as if they were determined to mess up her perfectly arranged plans and diagrams.
And, perhaps just sometimes, making life far more exciting than it had been before.
Adeya finds miqo’te who play up the whole cat thing really irritating. She thinks it adds to the stereotypes that people have about them and considers herself above that. Despite the fact that her own relationship with Keeper culture is complicated…
Adeya frowns slightly as she looks around the room. It felt like moons since she had been in here: in fact, it had been moons. In some ways her office looked exactly the same as it had before her capture. Before everything else had changed. In others…
Her nose wrinkles as she runs a finger along the surface of her old desk, leaving a trail in the thick layer of dust that had gathered. She would have to thank whomever had remembered to feed her fish… and then scold them for letting things get into such a state.
Though then again, she thinks as she turns towards the books. They were on a variety of topics, but magic was easily the most dominant topic. Some of them she had even written herself. And then there was her collection of relics from Nym and delicate alchemical equipment and…
“No, definitely not,” she states quietly. The little hoarhound that had been hovering at her feet tilts his head as he looks curiously up at her. The enchanted book, meanwhile, continues to ignore her as it wanders around the room.
“It’s all right Lumi,” she murmurs to comfort the former. “Come on. If Solenne carries out her plan, we’re going to need a place to work. Though mayhaps…” Her voice trails off as she looks around the room once more, though this time she barely noticed the dust. There were memories here, anger and frustration but also joy and satisfaction at a job well done. But now they were all just echoes of a time before, ones that weighed far too heavily.
So there have been a lot of changes since the last time I did this. Most of my time is spent on Idristan these days, though I’m happy to play anyone. All of my active characters are on Balmung.
Adeya Evenar
Born
in the Black Shroud, Adeya ran away from home in order to pursue her
dreams of becoming an arcanist. Since then she has become an expert on
Nym and is continuing in her attempts to recreate and improve upon
Nymian magic, with a dream of one day discovering the secrets behind the
flying city itself.
Idristan Agache
The
unplanned result of a tryst between a lesser noble and a servant,
Idristan grew up in the Brume. Eventually he was drawn to the
priesthood, however during his time at the Scholasticate he became
increasingly resentful of the nobility and afraid of his own failure
until he finally committed a grave mistake. Forced to flee from Ishgard
as a heretic, he has since devoted his life to healing and hunting
voidsent in an effort to atone for his past misdeeds.
Pahja Vhetki
The
oldest daughter of a Keeper matriarch, Pahja was groomed from an early
age to one day lead her clan. However the Calamity and the resulting
increased tensions between her clan and Gridania resulted in herturning
to Allagan magicks in an attempt to create a safe haven both for her
clan and Keepers as a whole. When that plan failed she found herself
unable to return home. Finally free from her mother’s shadow, she’s now
trying to create a new life and purpose for herself, as well as
continuing her investigations into Allag.
Odette Girault
Though originally born in the Shroud, Odette has spent most of her life traveling alongside her adventurer mother. A gloomy demeanor and an outspoken love for the macabre hide both a romantic heart and a mischievous streak. What is perfectly plain, however, is that she is an extremely talented musician–and she knows it. Currently she is attending Silvergrace Academy.
Azami Mizuhiki
Born
into a Shinobi clan living in Hingashi, Azami grew up learning the ways
of the ninja and watching as Garlenald destroyed her Doman cousins’
home then began to close in on her own. Suspecting that the precarious
peace wouldn’t last, she has traveled to Eorzea to learn new ways to
fight, search for others who might join their cause, and find both her
family and someone very close to her…
Marise Charlet
A
Duskwight hailing from the Black Shroud, Marise was born with the
ability to hear the Elementals. Eventually her talents were discovered
and she was trained as a conjurer at Stillglade Fane. Since then she has
been trying to balance her identity as a Duskwight, her job as a
conjurer, and her responsibility to the Twelveswood in the face of ever
increasing threats. Though there are rumors that her loyalty to the Shroud isn’t as absolute as it appears…
Sayo bas Licinus
Half-Doman, half-Garlean, and at least on paper loyal to the Empire, Sayo is the daughter of a fairly high-ranking official. However, it is a not-so-guarded secret that she is considered something of a failure, for so far she has not managed to achieve much on her own.
Silvaire Vairemont
No one quite knows where Silvaire comes from. It’s not because the man won’t talk though; rather, the issue is that he loves to tell stories, and good luck figuring out which ones are true. What everyone does know, at least if they run in the right circles, is that the man is a pirate through and through. With seemingly little loyalty to anything other his coin pouch, in the past he has terrorized both the Alliance and Empire in equal measure.
Adeya lets out a long sigh. “I know,” she says, her lips curling up into a thin smile. “And I don’t know what to do about it. I feel like I should be able to solve that, and yet…” Her voice trails off as she shakes her head sadly. “Just trust me on this.”
Roses And Grimoires 