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It wasn't entirely a lie, but it still hadn't been the entire part of the whole. Cyra may not have had the mind for understanding how most Garlean magitek worked, but having a familiarity with them from her history certainly helped. "Given enough time, and patience, I'm sure you'll come to find they can be rather easy to spot and disarm if you know what to look for." As indirect as it was, it was the Keepers' way of offering to teach him.

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He saw it, the anger in her expression, the hatred, the tightened jaw and her clenched fists, an expression he was not expecting from, what he had in mind, a well mannered white mage. It was like looking at a completely different person, for just that brief second, before she managed to get it back under control, and he saw the anger bleed out of her, the tension in her jaw relaxing, and he felt his own anger follow suit, sinking down to his feet and bleeding out of his boots.

Each step he felt a little lighter, until he had that telltale sway to his hips and tails of a happy Miqo'te, his eyes still looking for traps, but his ears, their blonde tips had flicked up and focused on her, listening for an answer to his question, to his probe, wondering what exactly she would say, if anything at all. He didn't have to wait more than a few heartbeats of silent steps before she answered, and he turned his head to the side to look at her as she did, humming thoughtfully as he nodded slowly in understanding.

"Whoa... Studying under E-Sumi-Yan?" He fell silent for a moment, thinking over what that meant, that he was in the presence of a master conjurer's pupil, and he bashfully realized his leaping to her rescue, or offering to protect her, was likely a waste of breath. The chances are she knows plenty how to care for herself, he thought ruefully. Especially if she knew of the traps and I did not...

It was a tiny hit to his pride, if he was honest, the desire to know everything around him, about the Black Shroud, the best hunting spots, the dangerous beasts, and the trapping habits of other hunters strong within him, since it made him a better hunter. But to miss something like this? He shook his head, his ears flicking down, then up, and his tail thrashing lightly. "I had no idea they were so prevalent. Clearly I need to work on making sure my info is more up to date."

Already, Hawthorne Hut was within sight, but the offer she gave him was not lost on the blonde Miqo'te, and he smiled warmly, skipping ahead a pace and turning back, walking backwards slowly as he looked at her and nodded in excitement. "I wouldn't mind if someone could help me learn what to look for. Especially if there might be other pesky traps I don't know about!"

His smile was warm, easy, his tail flicking about, with excitement, at the prospect of learning something new about the land around him, even if it did have to do with an invading force. Plus, as they explored, he could find good trees to cut down, saw to size, and use to repair her roof! Hm, oak wood for the supports, some simple water reed thatch to go over it, and waterproof it with linseed oil. But I will have to check the underlying walls to make sure they are still good...

Lost in thought, he flipped back around, falling back to her side, his hands on the back of his head, and he looked up at the canopy of trees above them, the green filtering through as he sighed contently, and murmured to no one in particular, "One day...I'd like to come out here and actually go through the forest without expecting dangers or Garleans. Just...walk around and relish in the beauty."

😴 for a sleep-themed headcanon

Bryn: He sleeps like a feather. Years and years of military bunks, tents, the ground, trees, anything and everything, he picked up two very useful skills: the ability to fall asleep basically anywhere, and the ability to wake up at the slightest hint of danger. Ties into his other form too, giving him a sixth sense that is really just heightened hearing and smell, leading him to pick up on certain things and wake before someone gets the drop on him. Some claim he's more dangerous asleep, a coiled spring ready to explode, than he is awake.

They wouldn't be wrong.

Kaleh'a: He prefers a good tree branch than he does a fluffy bed! Consider it his upbringing ruining his idea of spoiled, his bed a scratchy and firm mess of hay on a wooden frame, but he is more at ease with a firm branch than a soft mattress. Plus, being above your prey on a hunt means they are less likely to notice you! It's a good place to sleep and hunt from, unless he has company and needs to look at least a little civilized.

Which he totally is, people just like to assume, you know?

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Until Eljth learned the game that is. Pointed ears wiggled as the lizard swayed some with that ever flip-flopping docile mischievousness. A curious point to his reflection as he stared (squinted) to the sun, recognizing the time as a fair sum until true nightfall. Bryn was Hume. Hyur. He did not consume stone or crystal. Whillow pointed to his companion’s stomach unprompted. “Eat.”

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Bryn was acutely aware of the tail that wrapped around him, already familiar with what it could potentially do, and he had no desire to see who was faster in rending a spine disconnected. The warning was enough, and he saw the recognition of it, that Whillow understood it was just a playful warning, and a small little promise that he could handle the rough housing himself.

It was an effort though to not think about that shiver, the reaction to it, the way it had felt...good with Whillow beneath him. It was that other half of him, the half that craved the hunt he had just teased, and he had to roll his neck, his shoulders, his body to try and pat it down, to get it to stop gnawing at its leash. It wasn't easy, given that the Hyur was teased by a rattling tail, making him question the heritage of the dragon once again. Snake? Or dragon?

At least he got a laugh from Whill, the Hyur now standing as he stretched, rolled his hips once and making sure the unnatural bend had not messed with his mobility, grunting as he found himself actually a bit looser, taking a step, then lifting the opposite knee high, and pleased enough situated himself back onto both feet. He glanced down at Whillow, the little lizard cross legged on the ground, holding his own ankles, and peering back up at him, and speaking words rather ironic to the soldier.

Night was his greatest ally as a scout, but for what he had planned, it was his worst enemy. As the lizard mocked his motions of brushing off, he snorted at the tapping of dark chitin, recognizing and having to admit that yes, the dragon had an advantage at night, one Bryn would sorely lack. But there were other ways to track tricky dragons.

Especially with silver eyes that saw through the dark better than most.

He was whistling for Featherflame as Whillow swayed and cocked his head, looking at Bryn like a curious subject to study as Bryn took a moment to shade his eyes and also glance to the sky, marking the sun, the time, and the time till night, humming softly to himself as Featherflame slowly trotted over and brushed past the-clawed-one before stopping in front of her master. As he petted her beak, the Hyur absently grabbed something from the saddle bag and bit into it, tearing a hunk of dried and salted meat from a rough cut square, right around the same time that Whillow pointed to him and said Eat.

Holding up the jerky, he lifted an eyebrow and rumbled back, "I thought I was looking after you, not the other way around." He took another bite, nonetheless, and continued to make his way through the jerky square as he glanced back towards Mor Dhona, wondering if they should head back, and a sudden idea hit him.

"Whillow, has anyone taken you to the market?" Bryn had two fangs of deadly beasts that he could turn in, two trophies to earn a fair sum of gil, gil he could use to entice the little lizard into learning about trade and bartering. Skills he doubted the kill-first-ask-questions-later lizard knew how to use. Plus, he could buy some things for the evening. A better coat, darker, and something to hide my scent. He had no idea if Whillow could smell him, or if he could track a prey by aether alone, but if he was going to hunt and be hunted, he'd take any upper hand he could get.

"I wouldn't mind turning in our hunt, getting a bit of gil and spending it. I think half for each of us is fair?"

Confess your secrets to me and I'll tell you what you need to hear

Bryn:

the sun will not set on you

whatever you are looking for, it can be found. it is waiting for you. this fear has no place in your home. no matter what shape your grief comes in, there will always be a place for you in this world.

Kaleh'a:

you are the only one who can find a way out

you feel like your suffering will never end. you are aching for a new life, an escape or an adventure, an anywhere-but-here home. don't settle for anything less than what you can give yourself. it cannot be anyone but you.

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Tagging: @the-crimson-rose @the-sycophant @13th-dragon-prince @altosk and anyone else who sees and wants to answer!

Ultimate Ship Meme - FFXIV Adapted

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours. Adapted for XIV.

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Platonic Hugs | Greeting Hugs | Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate letters | Caressing | Stroke hair | Foot rubs | Massages | Braid/Comb hair | Take care of if sick | Platonic Snuggles | Romantic Snuggles | Forehead kisses | Noseboops | No displays of affection

Sex; | One night stand | Shower sex | Wall sex | Quickie | Neck bites | Possessive Markings | Oral | Mutual kink exploration | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Forbidden (cheating) sex | Public sex | Drug-fueled sex | Back of a wagon in motion | BDSM | Threesome | No sex

Dates; Picnic | Theater | Restaurant | Fighting Tournament | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | Concert | Park | City Trip | Boat ride on a lake | Fishing | Hunting | Home cooked meal & cuddles | Burlesque | Fancy Restaurant | Adventuring | No dates

Would my character…

Be the first one to ask them out? Yes | No Confess their attraction first? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Fail to show for a date? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No Marry them? Yes | No Bail at the altar? Yes | No Live till old age with them? Yes | No Cheat on them? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for them? Yes | No

How do you overcome writer’s block?

What about your muse are you most proud of?

Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back?

Man, writers block is something I have struggled with so much. And the weird thing is, it's not from lack of wanting to write or not knowing where I want the story to go. It is simply...man, writing right now feels so hard. Sometimes when I go silent for a while on an RP, it's because I'm literally waiting for that boost of motivation to hit. Sometimes it's re-reading the amazing reply I got, or re-reading the entire RP that gets me going, but more often then not I get over writers block by playing the scenario out in my head. Imagining the character in the situation, what they would do, how they would react, and suddenly, I must write! So yah, a bit of waiting, a bit of thinking, and then the urge strikes!

Bryn: I am...proud of sticking to his character! In the past I have had a smallllll issue of everyone slowly blending towards a bit too happy, bit too kind, bit too forgiving, and actually sticking with Bryn and making him that rough and tough military man with edges as sharp as a knife (even if he cares deep down). It's a blast to write, and so much fun to see the reactions and replies to it!

Kaleh'a: What am I most proud of... I'd have to say his expressionism through his tail and ears. Writing for body parts you don't have is both challenging, yet fun, and it's a learning experience! I know right now I sometimes fall into the trap of "his tail flicks agitatedly" instead of the flick or motion be the tell of the emotion. But by far, what I am most proud of is handling those emotional tells that bring a bit more life to his character!

Old muses? Hmm... Man I go through muses like daily papers. One I would like to bring back is someone who shares the Quickdraw name, not through blood (since it's not his actual last name anyways), but through association and a bit of awe at our young Miqo'te's accomplishments. Maybe she will make an appearance one day as a fun aside. Silvia would enjoy being introduced after all!