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hydaelynmakesmistakesThroughout the continent, chilly winds herald the change in seasons.
Farmers gather their tools for one final, bountiful harvest before the soil turns too hard to cultivate. Chefs and Bakers gather their retainers, sending them out to find the best ingredients before the competition can. Mercenaries and soldiers take extra care to wax and grease their armors, for stiffness in the limbs due to the cold is a matter of life and death.
Of course, not every part of the realm changes. Thanalan's deserts are too warm at any time of the year, and Coerthas is constantly battered with snow all year round, and yet all know that it is time to gather, to celebrate, to remember. Perhaps even to travel far and wide, and farther still. The Source is not the only place celebrating the ending of this year and the coming of the new.
Starlight is once again returning to Hydaelyn and her Reflections, and the question on everyone's where will this year take us?
Gridania - A Kiss under the Mistletoe
The snows don't touch a lot of the lush greenery of the Shroud, but neither is it unheard of.
The Conjurers and botanists have decorated the City as if it were a bouquet; red berries and holly and sage line the wooden splendour of the city for all to enjoy.
And of course, Fufucha wouldn't leave the mistletoe out! The boughs of the Carline Canopy, strung across the banners of Mih'Khetto's Amphitheatre, dotted along bridges and nooks and crannies are gorgeously presented wreathes of mistletoe, waiting for lovers to notice them.
Ul'Dah - Passions of the Starry Night
Though it's not cold here in the desert, that isn't to say that the festivities aren't in full swing! For, of course, there is drink and merriment to be had! And what would an Ul'dahnian's Starlight look like if not at least a little bit drunk?
Dancing girls in their skimpy clothes offer tasters from brewers, Merchants tantalize shoppers with glittering treasures, fine silks and jewellery in the Sapphire Avenue, and there are a fair amount of Thaumaturges putting on shows for children and adults with reflective ice and shimmering flames.
But be careful, the booze flowing freely means that inhibitions are lower than usual. Bar fights aren't uncommon in the Quicksands, nor are 'secret' trysts in the inn rooms, just what kind of night will you have?
Limsa - Just one Dance
The central plaza is as bustling and busy as it always is, though you can't help but think it feels even busier today!
And of course it would, for everyone's here to celebrate.
The Aetherite has been decorated haphazardly by children throwing tinsel around it's ever-spinning foci, glitter sprinkled onto the surface of the already shining crystal itself; the Yellowjackets don't have the heart to interrupt them or to undo their work. What the hell, they think, it's the holidays.
Bards both solo and troupe line the streets a respectful distance apart, so you are never far away from music!
As the sun sets and the stars start to glitter over La Noscea, they seem to have made a truce, come together for a night of music and dance.
Grab a partner for a song or two, just what is playing and who are you dancing with?
Ishgard - A Warm Meal, a Warm Smile
The King that looks over the Snow.
The spires that call to the dravanian winds.
A warm hearth in the centre of Foretemps manor.
This year, the relationship between Ishgardian and Dravanian has been slowly, but steadily improving. As an act of good faith and in the interests of bringing the groups together, Aymeric has opened the City to them as they Celebrate Starlights.
The scent of mulled wine and honey-roasted boar fill the whole city as the Skybuilder's hand up their tools for the holiday but can't stop themselves from crafting even off the clock. The Firmament is decorated with lights as families that previously resided in the Brume make the most of their new homes.
Though the fare is simple, it's stomach-filling and heartwarming; the Skybuilders and the Denizens of the firmament have made a feast for all to enjoy! Take a seat and have a chat over some steaming food.
Kugane - The Gift of Giving
The streets of Kugane are awash with warm colours, gold and silver and yellows and reds; Lanterns glow in the mild winds and chimes can be heard from stalls as you wander through.
And though the markets are nice, the person or people you've come to meet are waiting for you in the Shiokaze Holstery, and you have something for them with you!
The Crystarium - Just one more sleep
And after it all, there's the night. The blessed night so hard won.
The blanket of stars that you can see over your room in The Pendants. Perhaps you have someone with you as you sit on pillows and blankets, warm in your sleep clothes with a mug of cocoa. Two friends talking the night away, or perhaps something more?
You're tired, but gods if it isn't the good kind. Will you make it through till dawn, or will you fall asleep right then and there?
Ishgard - A Warm Meal, a Warm Smile
Date: 2020-12-01 09:19 pm (UTC)J’anet Dhava braced against the wind that snatched Hilda’s response away as it flitted across the steps of faith, thankful that this time she was not here in exile or improperly dressed. Even from the gates of Judgement she could see the warmth of countless fires in countless hearths and could barely contain her exuberance. It had been over a year since she set foot in her adopted home and she ached for the familiarity of the Pillars and the comfort of Fortemps Manor. That would have to wait, however. She had asked Hilda to smuggle her into the city to surprise Count Edmond and Ser Aymeric during the Starlight Festival celebrations; a plan that was months in the making and that she almost exposed out of nervous giddiness.
The stars sparkled like so many diamonds against the navy sky as she slunk along behind Hilda’s confident stride and tried her best to blend in. The gate guard paid her almost no mind whatsoever, thankfully. Hilda’s company was reassurance enough for him, and J’anet was sure she’d chosen the right partner in crime (again). She had rented a home in the Firmament to rest; she would begin preparations with Honoroit on the morrow. She’d sent invitations to her compatriots that she was not fortunate enough to see in person beforehand and hoped that her grand affair would come to pass without a hitch. Honoroit had begun preparing a room for her at the manor and purchasing the necessary décor and supplies; she trusted that Emmanellain had absolutely no idea what was in store.Finally, they arrived in a nondescript house tucked away in a corner of the New Nest. The cottage was strung up with tinsel and garlands of pine in a slightly different pattern than its neighbors but just as festive.
“It’s perfect Hilda, thank you. I’m sure your duties keep you very busy, but if you have the time and the inclination you’re more than welcome to stay for a warm drink and a hot meal.”
After a parting embrace J’anet pushed open a thick wooden door into a cozy entryway, taking off her fur-lined parka and hanging it near the entryway before she stamped the snow off her boots. Much to her pleasant surprise, a familiar face and a hearty hello was waiting for her in the den….
Re: Ishgard - A Warm Meal, a Warm Smile
Date: 2020-12-01 09:47 pm (UTC)She jestures to the table where two mugs of tea sat steaming, "I prepared some tea if you would like any?"
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Date: 2020-12-01 10:19 pm (UTC)The chaos of Limsa has intensified on the Upper Decks as a cackling purple blur dashes from The Bismark restaurant with a large basket in hand and angry shouts ringing out behind her.
"Thank you for the loan Mum, I promise to pay you back!" Q'uila calls over her shoulder with a beaming grin.
Q'uila's pace barely slows as she approaches the Aftcastle and starts deftly scaling the rigging and the architecture towards the top. Sure, she could get the the peak in a single jump but where was the fun in that, she could hardly call herself Lominsan if she couldn't scale the largest building in the city.
The stage was set; the platform chosen for its large size and elevation, creating a space large enough for all of her friends and family to comfortably gather and admire the views of Limsa Lominsa spread below and decked in seasonal finery backed by the calming glow of the main aetheryte. Large blankets and pillows occupied the floor and it was all lit by a multitude of stained glass lanterns that Q'uila had carefully strung up to coat the area in multi-coloured lights. Setting up the casks, bottles and food was her last job before she lounged along the edge to bask in the breeze and the slowly setting sun. And the laugh at the others in their ascent up the tower.
"Looks like you lot might make it up here by Starlight proper at this rate. Well done."
Re: Ishgard - A Warm Meal, a Warm Smile
Date: 2020-12-01 10:39 pm (UTC)J’anet unlaced her boots and went to warm herself by the fire, giving her tail some extra room to thaw. The rich aroma of the tea crept over to her and she reached for the unattended mug to find a hearty dark tea with milk. She walked to the chair across from the mantle and made herself comfortable with a small throw blanket. She smiled warmly at her friend for the first time in what felt like ages as the fire cracked comfortingly.
“Llymlaen bless you Q’uila I’ve missed this. Yanxian tea is lovely but sometimes I get homesick for something Eorzean. How long have you been waiting?”
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Date: 2020-12-01 11:32 pm (UTC)It's not exactly hard to guess what Pinya's up to. Well. Perhaps to anyone who doesn't know her well, it might be, but in any case.
There is one particular Lala lying in wait for any unsuspecting friend to walk under her carefully and artfully hidden Mistletoe Trap! She holds a sprig of the plant in the left hand as she hangs precariously from a beam of the Carline Canopy, ready to swing down and plant a kisser on anyone she deems worthy.
(She realises that Miounne is watching, and gives her a jaunty salute, only to receive a huff and a smirk is response.)
Ah ha! A target! She grins, swooping down with her accursed mistletoe...
Limsa
And what would a Bard performance be without Hydaelyn's most beloved?
Of course, one of the entertainers for tonight is yours truly! Pinya, for once, has actually done herself up. The pale yellow dress she wears shimmers in the glow of the street lights, shifting as she moves.
It's maybe the only time you've seen her act professional at all. She moves with grace and confidence, approaching her Fiddle and beginning to play a jaunty, lively tune.
The sound resonates across the Aetheriye plaza, and each bar she plays sees another performer join in until there's a crescendo of melody, a buzzing in the air as revelers and children and even the yellow jackets start to dance.
She doesn't exit the stage formally, of course not, the grin spreading across her face gives away that's she's already dropped her short lived professional facade. Instead, the drummers start to take over as she jumps down, grabbing your hands as she encourages you to dance with her!
Kugane
As soon as she sees you walk through the doors of the Holstery, she's waving from her table and yelling your name.
"Hey! Over here!" She shouts with a grin. There's a fair amount of boxes sat next to her too...
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Date: 2020-12-01 11:37 pm (UTC)Uila won't even be able to see Pinya from her perch, overshadowed by the wooden beams as she is.
Gods, why she didn't just use a grappling hook she didn't know. Well, no, she did know; if she'd used one then that meant that Uila would have won and that just wouldn't do.
Eventually, tiny fingers grasp the ledge of her sisters perch, followed by a sack of potato hefing herself up and rolling over the edge.
"Why do you do this? Every year?"
Re: Ishgard - A Warm Meal, a Warm Smile
Date: 2020-12-01 11:40 pm (UTC)Well. Perhaps by the big box she was placing under the little starlight tree Honoroit had prepared... A reverse theif?
"I... Hadn't expected you to arrive so soon..."
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Date: 2020-12-02 02:38 am (UTC)Ul'Dah - Passions of the Starry Night
One thing Ardbert remembered about living was alcohol. Yet he has 'forgotten' (that's a lie) about his low tolerance. Two ales in, and he's already in full appreciation mode of his friends.
"I knoooow you!" Ardbert stands as he catches sight of a Scion, a Warrior of Light, or any other unfortunate soul that he knows, stumbling to them and doing his best to drop an arm over their shoulders. "Come drink!"
Ishgard - A Warm Meal, a Warm Smile
Ardbert watches the coming and goings of the Firmament with a cup of mulled wine in his hands. With his food gone, he's left to nurse this warm drink. He thought he had grown tired of people watching after a hundred years, but this was different. It was full of a blossoming peace and a quietly growing hope.
Not to mention, the dragonets were bloody adorable, and he'd have to gut anyone that would harm a single scale on their hides. One had even fallen asleep next to him, drawn in by the warmth of the brazier Ardbert was sitting at. The little one had done her best to stay awake, but having gorged herself on roasted boar, she hadn't a chance. She had eventually nodded off in the middle of their conversation, but not before curling up around herself and hiding her head under a wing.
He catches sight of someone approaching him and grins, nodding to the sleeping dragonet when they're close enough to converse. "She's out like a light, don't worry. Just don't sit on her."
Private, that one thing we talked about in Discord, lem know if wan change anything
Date: 2020-12-02 04:14 am (UTC)The change of scenery was nice, but it barely pulled him from his study, his books. An office had been made up for him and, just like in Shirogane, he spent too much time in there despite it supposed to be a place to relax and, well, not work. No amount of open windows and gentle breezes could pull him from his work and into a state of relaxation. Surely nobody, not even Pinya, would ever take advantage of this.
So the sweet melodic voice of Pinya calling out - "Leeeeoonnn~" - definitely had no ulterior motive. He stood and turned to the door, deep in his own thoughts. She probably wanted him to get her something from a top shelf. She could get it herself, but sometimes she liked to ask him just to drag him out of his work. Yes, that was probably it. He stopped short at the door when he noticed her standing just outside of it, a mischievous little smile on her face. He hadn't looked up, hadn't noticed the mistletoe.
"Yes, Pinara?"
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Date: 2020-12-02 06:55 am (UTC)Her ears wiggle as she takes a sip of her black tea," 'Tis a hearty brew, I did get to overhear a conversation between Aymeric and Hien about tea and Nald's balls you should have seen Hien's expression as Aymeric was describing Ishgardians tea." She cackles, "I cannot recall ever seeing such horror painted across his face, especially when mention of birch syrup sweeteners became a part of the conversation!"
Pucklux | Original (Isekai/Online) | (OTA)
Date: 2020-12-02 09:15 am (UTC)A snout pokes out of the hood, followed by the rest of the head as the figure sits up. The person in question is definitively not a miqo'te - they're a lot fluffier and covered in fur all over. Gold eyes blink in confusion as they jerk back, pulling themselves to their feet and looking down at their paws. This... is not Viacruz.
Where the hell are they, then? It was bad enough waking up in AWO... at least they still seem to have their staff, which they clutch tightly. It's long, made of some sort of dark wood with a hook shape at the top, a purple light pulsing gently inside of it.
Takashi 'Shiro' Shirogane | Voltron: Legendary Defender | Open to All - shipping options open
Date: 2020-12-02 03:04 pm (UTC)In spite of his homesick yearning for the desert, Gridania is one of Shiro's favorite places to be, and tonight is no different. It's been forever, it feels like, since he's been in a place with real trees that won't be leaving within the next week. The cold isn't as biting as it is on the sea, but Shiro is, nevertheless, wrapped in the warm embrace of a chunky knit sweater of a truly obnoxious mustard yellow color and a thick scarf as he ambles through the city, keeping to one side out of the way of people rushing hither and thither.
He loves the performances at the amphitheater, settling in a back corner and taking advantage of his height to see over the-- well, the shorter folk, anyway. Some of these folks are quite enormous, by his standards. When the latest show ends, he slips out so that some other eager viewer can take his seat and walks down to the Lavender Bed docks to lean against one of the posts and watch the snow drift down into the water. The tall Hyur has not noticed the mistletoe in the slightest.
Ul'Dah - Drinks, Stargazing, and arm-wrestling
Alright, that's enough cold for a while. Ul'Dah is one big party, and it's even easier than usual for a newcomer to get lost in the maze of people and streets, but that doesn't bother Shiro. For once he's managed to get himself just drunk enough to be pleasantly buzzed and not be uneasy about the looks people are throwing his intricate prosthetic.
In the Quicksands he can be found lounging against the bar or, at one point, taking up a Hrothgar's challenge to an arm wrestling competition with a grin. It's a heated match, but anyone paying close attention to the aether in the room will be able to see that Shiro's not putting as much effort into it as he could be before he finally gets the cat's beefy arm onto the table. A cheer goes up and the loser roars with laughter, pressing a veritable bucket of mead into Shiro's hands and clapping him on the back.
Later, in a bid to escape the noise, a rather more drunken Shiro makes his way out of the Southern gate to plop himself on a boulder and look up at all the unfamiliar stars.
Limsa Lominsa
He couldn't possibly miss a celebration in the area Felih's so fond of. Shiro has found a smart, black peacoat and gloves to keep him warm... and someone has kindly gifted him a knit cap with ear flaps and a remarkably floofy pompom on top. He's picking up some of the repeated music, humming the snatches he knows and watching the dancers. "Ha ha, no, I'm sorry, I don't know the dance!" he says to a young woman, shaking his head sheepishly. "No, really, I'm not from around here. No idea at all."
Prarra | OC, Voltron: Legendary Defender | Open to All - no shipping please
Date: 2020-12-02 03:24 pm (UTC)The thing about appearing in a strange land full of strange people, some of whom resemble your people fairly closely, is that people assume you belong there. And even more importantly, they assume that you're 1) lost, and 2) hungry. So they feed you. And give you things to drink. And apparently the drinking age here is either low or irrelevant. Or maybe she looks older than her fifteen summers. But whatever the reason, someone has given her a big mug of something they call ale, and she is perched on top of the square plinth to one side of the market board square in Sapphire Lane, people-watching as she sips at this strange, bitter beverage. It's not very good, but it does seem to be keeping her warm! When the little Miqo'te-like girl notices someone watching her, she boldly stares back, pitching her enormous ears in their direction. "What? I'm allowed to be here."
Ul'dah - Overcrowding
Too many people... too much noise... too much touching...! Prarra struggles her way through the crowds, ears flat back and pupils large with anxiety as she attempts to find somewhere quiet and more isolated. Someone grabs at her shoulder and she yowls and spits, scratching at them and fleeing as soon as they let go. Up, over the top of stalls, bounding for a streetlamp, crawling along the sheer walls to try and get to a gate and get out of here. The Flames have taken notice now, shouting for her to get down, but she doesn't seem to be listening. Her tail is three times its normal size, the black rings where it's been burned down to the skin even more apparent like this. They corner her atop a streetlamp that's just far enough away from anything else that she can't make the leap. So there she clings, hissing fiercely and swatting at any polearms that come her way.
[Locked to Felih, Pinya, or Q'uila]
Ul'dah is loud and lively as always, and there are plenty of people in the streets, but it is, perhaps, unusual for someone to launch themselves over the heads of others to pounce upon you shrieking "You're here! It's really you!"
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Date: 2020-12-02 05:42 pm (UTC)Her tail curls smugly in the air as she tracks Pinya's ascent and revels in the mutinous expression fixed onto the popoto's adorable face. She knows she's won just like she has every year since they all became an Adventuring party.
Pinya has barely flopped onto the platform before Q'uila is shoving a mug of hot chocolate into one hand and a muffin into the other, "You cut an hour off of your time last year, I am proud of you," The honest praise accompanied by a headpat, "You know why, the challenge makes the reward all the sweeter and 'tis certainly one of Eorzea's premier views."
Ul'Dah
Date: 2020-12-02 05:45 pm (UTC)"Ardbert? How in the seventh hell are you here?!"
Look at how fast I can cry.
Date: 2020-12-02 06:01 pm (UTC)"Prarra?!" Dagger rapidly shoved back into its sheath and Q'uila pulls Prarra into the tightest hug, spinning them both with little regard to the others on the path, "Thank the Twelve! I was so worried about you!"
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Date: 2020-12-02 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-03 12:36 am (UTC)Limsa - Just one Dance
The coastal air was brisk and chill, cold enough that people’s breath clouded before their faces. It seemed to bother next to nobody, however, as everyone appeared to be busy laughing and dancing.
Spiced sat alone on one of the short walls that surrounded the plaza, where the organisers were kind enough to dot with cushions to protect from the frigid stone. She’d stopped to listen to the music and felt herself caught up in the festivities, but she was, as ever, more than content to simply watch others have all the fun.
Well, almost. Melancholy was perhaps the most fitting word, for while she had a smile on her face, something about the celebration left her feeling a pang of longing. She watched people dancing, some couples, some just with friends, and some appeared to be family, but all appeared to be having the time of their lives. She had never, not once… been invited to dance. It was par for the course, really. Growing up in a city with such a predominant Lalafellin population, inviting someone her height to dance was… liable to get someone injured. She was keenly aware of how easily a shorter person – heavens forbid a child - could end up underfoot. But… part of her mind protested. She hadn’t tripped over a Lala since the ripe age of 13, when she’d vowed to be more careful with her movements. Not even so much as a close call after that incident. Surely, that counted for something.
But, oh, what did it matter? If anything, the thought was merely souring her enjoyment of the festivities. She had long since stopped paying attention to the music – her time would be better spent elsewhere. She probably had some errands she could take care of while she was here. She took a deep breath, forced her face back into a smile, and stood. She took a moment to straighten the pillows before she left, but with that, she turned to leave.
Ishgard - A Warm Meal, a Warm Smile
“Just one more,” Spiced muttered to herself, wiping her forehead with the back of her wrist, pushing her fringe away from her eyes. The broth began to run down the handle of the ladle she was holding, and she would have wiped it away with a rag or even her apron, but this was the last batch. She put it down onto the makeshift counter beside her, then took a moment to ready herself before grasping the pot by its handles and heaving it off of the makeshift hearth. These pots were large and unwieldy, even to her. Moreso when they were filled to the brin with stew that need not be spilled.
She hauled the pot to a table where Lisbeth and Enie were serving meals to the Skybuilders, depositing it with a heavy thump onto the tabletop. They thanked her, for perhaps the seventh time that day, to which she responded, “It’s no trouble at all!” Though her aching arms would disagree. Lisbeth offered her a bowl, but she politely declined. She was far too warm for hot food right now – despite the snow that covered the ground and the rolled-up sleeves of her rather un-seasonable attire, she was sweating. A day slaving over cooking pots could do that to you, she supposed.
Instead of settling down to eat like everyone else, she instead began to wander through the tables, in part for something to occupy her, but she also hoped to find at least one familiar face among the crowds.
The Crystarium - Just one more sleep
(I hate this tense but I couldn’t think of another way to write this aaaaa)
You knock, and after a surprisingly short pause, Spiced opens the door. The smile on her face is instantaneous. “Thank you for coming.” She steps back from the doorway, inviting you into her suite with a small sweep of her arm.
The kitchen is well lit, and by the smell it’s obvious she’s been making hot cocoa with a dash of cinnamon, and if the two cups on the table are anything to go by, there’s more than enough to share.
She closes the door gently behind you, clasping her hands together and tapping her forefingers together. She doesn’t meet your eyes, either. “I’m… sorry to call you over so late. I know you’re probably busy. I was just hoping for some company, is all.” She pauses, and it seems as if she’s half expecting you to leave as soon as it turned out it wasn’t something important. When you don’t, she motions to the pot on the stove. “Can I offer you a drink?”
Re: Gridania
Date: 2020-12-03 12:50 am (UTC)Spiced tried once more to read the note Pinya had sent – it was clearly written in haste and was nigh on unreadable. She could make out the Meet me at, but the words that came after may as well have been written in a foreign language. The first letters looked like they were both C’s, but they could have been O’s. Badly executed A’s. Unfinished Q’s. Either way, the only place she could think of that fit the length and shape of the scrawls was the Carline Canopy. Fitting, too, that it would be somewhere her mistress was so fond of.
She looked up from the note. The Canopy was thoroughly decorated for the season, and as pleasant and welcoming as ever. A little busier than normal, even. She scanned the tables, but the few Lalafells she could see certainly weren’t the one she was looking for. She scanned the faces again, then a third time, but the mischievous blonde didn't appear.
Perhaps I was wrong, she pondered as she peered at the note again, but the writing refused to magically make itself any more legible.
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Date: 2020-12-03 04:40 am (UTC)J'anet took a careful drink, feeling the rejuvenating warmth of the dark liquid warming her up from the inside out. Propping her head up on her hand, she sighed comfortably. She'd missed this. Q'uila, ribbing Estinien, being in Ishgard, Thal's balls she even missed the snow sometimes. The starlight festival always had a way of making her feel nostalgic.
"Speaking of Aymeric, do you think we'll be able to wrangle him into a dinner at Fortemps manner? I have grand plans, you know how I love those, for a banquet to surprise him and Count Edmond and I would hate for word to reach him that I've returned before the surprise."
Re: Ishgard - A Warm Meal, a Warm Smile
Date: 2020-12-03 04:54 am (UTC)J'anet shrugged off her coat and hung it by the door, rubbing warmth into her hands for a moment. After plucking small box from its pocket she walked forward with a stretch and a shimmy to greet her partner in crime with a hearty embrace. She felt lucky to consider Pinya among her closest friends, having her here made Ishgard feel more right than ever. Plus, J'anet had a plan.
"I'm glad you got my invitation. You know I love an occasion, and I'm going to need your particular propensity for a dramatic entrance this year. I've recruited Honoroit to help me, but Emmanellain loves to carry the boy behind him and we've got our work cut out for us even with his assistance. I haven't been home in over a year; and I want my return to Ishgard, albeit likely temporarily, to be the talk of the Pillars and Foundation alike until at least next year's festival. What do you say Pinya? Shall we have a ball, for old times sake?"
no little girl shenanigans this time, unless you strongly want them d: i can rewrite ez
Date: 2020-12-03 05:36 am (UTC)"Is this common in all of Eorzea?"
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Date: 2020-12-03 08:53 am (UTC)"Target Aquired!" She shouts, letting her iron grip on the bean go as she swings down, aiming right for her retainer.
The shout and an exhilarated 'Whoop!' is all the warning before a lala-shaped mistress catches her around the neck and plants a big old kiss on Spiced's cheek.
Now that she's in the light, it's clear that actually, Pinya has adorned herself with Mistletoe on near every piece of clothing she could reach!
Re: Private, that one thing we talked about in Discord, lem know if wan change anything
Date: 2020-12-03 08:58 am (UTC)Well that's rude.
She reaches her hand out, beckoning him forward, and she knows just the bait.
"I need you to confirm something for me, in the name of science, of course."
Post-Syn!Au
Date: 2020-12-03 09:36 am (UTC)Not that they were an odd sight around Eorzea, not since the Bozjan front started to recruit more soldiers for the push into Castrum Litore... but...
Something felt odd about this one. The proportions slightly off from what she was used to, the movement familliar... the looking at the paws...
She knows what it feels like to come to in a body that is not hers, but she isn't going to jump to any conclusions.
"Hail, ser," she calls out from the Canopy of Revel's Free Company house. "Are you quite alright?"