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I can't stop laughing at this shenanigans. Thanks boo for the video

@naciela something I made because I was bored lol

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Old oc that I never introduced her name is Eshe Cyra but I always call her Cyra rather that Eshe XD

(I'm still need fix her hair )

She was Raafa Prince Hou Yi assistance and a daughter figure for Hou Yi. You Yi also her teacher as she learn how to write, read, and basic math from him. She and You Yi share same neck burn scar too.

I just realized i haven't promoted my partner's blog, so here hehe :3

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He was moving fast, quick, small conversations when warranted, taking care of resetting bones, wrapping injuries, even picking up a needle to sew together the worse cuts or holes. His hands were bloody after almost every patient, and someone, seeing the work he was doing, had begun to bring him bowls of water. He had graciously accepted, washing his hands between patients, using fresh water and bandages to wipe away blood from open wounds, all the while his easy smile never leaving his face, even as heat pressed in from the bodies, the groans of pain sometimes rose to new levels, and his fingers grew tired from stitching and wrapping.

He couldn't explain it in simple words, but this was something he was used to.

Travelling alone, injuries happened. And without a doctor or healer nearby, he had to take care of himself. He had learned from necessity the skills he used, book knowledge only getting him so far. But now, here, when it wasn't him, he felt less sure, and more connected to the injured than usual. It didn't slow him, but he showed a bit more compassion than he normally would, and the many thank you's he received was enough to keep him driving to help the next.

By the time the more minor injuries were taken care of, he was exhausted, mentally and physically, the last bowl of bloody water beside him as his hands dripped into them, finally taking up a towel and drying them, sitting back on a stool and letting out a deep breath, head pressed to the wall behind him as his ears stood flicked forward, keeping them from being crushed under his skull. He listened, thought, considered, remembering what he had seen, how he had watched Cyra heal a disembowelment, knit together flesh and bones like it was nothing, her magic incredible. She had done it again and again, and he could only imagine that the standing healer was even more tired than he was.

He turned his gaze up towards her, tilting his head to look, bearing with rolling onto his sensitive ear as his gaze flicked up and down her white garments, the rolled up sleeves, marveling at how when her aether waned, she had chosen to get her hands dirty too. He watched her standing there, pale, drained, but proud, and his tail flicked with admiration, before he rose slowly and moved to stand beside her, looking out over the injured, almost all stable enough to recover.

Slowly, he pointed, to a man he stitched up a hold through his shoulder, murmuring, "Arrow." Then to another, a ragged hole in his stomach, thinner on the back than the front. "Spear." And another, a small, profusely bleeding hole that had taken packing, pressure, and finally a few stitches. "Bullet." His hand dropped, and he looked over them all again, remembering the faces of those he had helped, their complaints, and now their bandaged bodies, breathing in slowly and letting his breath hiss through his nose. "This wasn't a Blue-Back attack..."

His eyes fell to the feather in his quiver, standing tall against the back wall, and he let his gaze travel along it, before his blue eyed gaze found hers. "Feels kind of...pointless to have hunted it down now when I could have--should have--helped with whatever battle they were in."

There was more to this than just a savage attack by a territorial beast. Some of the wounded had the brutality of a battle between men, some could have been passed off as a rampant pack...but all of them were far worse for wear. It was just a quick observation, and she made a note to speak to the Grand Marshall about it later. Healers of all skill level and profession had come to assist in the efforts, and the way they frantically flitted around the room was telling of the amount Cyra estimated they lost when returning home.

Her attention had been commanded by a weakly moaning man in the far back of the infirmary. The blanket of red that coated him and those surrounding him called to her for assistance. In a moment she was at the bedside, taking in all the gore. She only had one spell that could help, but there was a chance she might need it before long. Cyra needed to make her judgement call quickly, or the disemboweled man would surely die. She took a second to glance around the room, taking in the severity of all of the injuries with a single look.

It can be done. She reassured herself. The healer bid the others step back. She didn't want a single risk of any ounce missing her target. The stone on the staff glowed bright for a moment, magic trailed into her opened hand. The glowing ball flickered for a moment, before it burst, spinning around the dying man and disappearing into him. Benediction was one hell of a life-saver. But it's potency had to be limited due to it's incredibly high cost. Cyra had trained for this, working towards expanding her already deep well of Aether. If she was going to save everyone she could, she needed an ocean of energy housed within. The umbrella healing wind that she had cast earlier had taken just as much as this single target, and just like that she had felt the strain already.

Not all could be fully mended, but most would be brought back from the brink. If she couldn't handle the aetheric load, she had knowledge that could at least help aid in their care. The snap of a bone being shifted back into place behind her warranted a flick of the ear in it's direction. The lurch of a stomach, and the patient getting sick from the pain and the sensation caught her attention for only a second. She needed to watch carefully as her current patient's wounds had begun healing at a rapid pace. Not everything was back to normal for him, though at the very least his intestines no longer sat draped along his sides. This was manageable for the others there. She needed to move on to the next.

The work was hard, as it always was. It was hard to see people suffering at the hands of others. Some had lost fingers. A man or two missing an eye that she could not replace. All she could do was seal the wound to prevent infection. Blood loss was the most widely presented problem across the board, and all she could do was seal up a few here and there before having to rely on bandages, salves, and ointments to help with stitches and burns.

It had taken hours to get through them all. Most were not fully stable, but a majority of them would live through this. If infection didn't take them, they would continue on with their lives.

At the end of it all, Cyra had stood at the front of the room. Observing for any more urgent matters that needed to be cared for as the nurses kept up their hard work. At some point the healer had put up her staff, electing to roll up her sleeves and help without the aid of her waning Aether. She had used enough. Her already grey skin had paled in the display of effort that she had worn proudly on her face. Another job well done, but still...their suffering had been brought on by something more complex than a rampaging flock of ziz.

He raised a hand, smiling at her as he swore solemnly, "I, Kaleh'a Quickdraw, promise to not get injured due to an addle-brained idea of high risk and no reward." He lowered his hand, glancing around for a moment, and noticed the Grand Marshal was missing, along with a few other high ranking members, and he let out a thoughtful hum, walking around the awning area, looking for them, and finding just the normal staff. The wounded, at least those that could walk, were already leaving, returning to homes or beds to rest and recover, and the archer realized the Marshals must have gone to survey the aftermath of the skirmish.

Which gave him a terrible idea that he accidentally voiced aloud. "I wonder if we could see where the attack was, get an idea what happened..." He said it absently, and a passing Twin Adder stopped, looked at Kaleh'a, recognized him, and replied as if he had asked them specifically.

"I would check in Larkscall, east of the Sylphgate. I heard something happened by Castrum Dryadis." Before Kaleh'a was even finished turning towards them to thank the young soldier, they were off, carrying a bundle of blankets for the infirmary, and leaving the archer shifting his hat on his head.

"Well," he murmured, his tail flicking behind him, "I might go take a look."

He wasn't purposely excluding Cyra, but he also felt like she wouldn't want to go, turning towards her again with every intention to dismiss himself and head for the area described.

He was quick to reply, and though she knew the apology wasn't necessary, it was the appropriate response. It's what people expected. Anger was an emotion that made people uncomfortable, even if it may have been justified, and hers was a never-ending ocean of it. It was more than she wanted to share. Even a single mote of lava could cause irreparable damage were it to touch the flesh. Cyra wanted to avoid lashing out without reason. Kaleh'a, at the very least, didn't deserve to become the target.

So the rage had been tucked away. Forced behind a door that had already been bending at the hinges behind the pressure that laid just on the other side. Deep breaths helped quell the quivering fury as it pounded on that cage. Now was not the time or place.

"So long as your wounds are not a result of some addle-brained idea with high risk and no reward, I would consider yourself safe should you require my services as a White Mage." The smile that tugged at her lips was gentle, but it wasn't genuine. The humor was there, but it was saturated with emotion.

He had barely made it back to her when he noticed her agitation, the archer turning his blue eyes to her as he gave her a once over out of concern. Had the healing taken out too much from her? Was she sick, feeling down? His tail picked up her agitation, flicking in concern, no clue that she had heard his brief conversation as his ears angled up at attention.

He was just about to say something, to ask if she needed rest, when she spoke first, and left him thoroughly confused. Going? Going where? He raises an eyebrow, as if to ask clarification, until it clicked, and his eyes widened. "Wait, you could hear that!?" He gave a surprised look, staring at her ears, then over where he had been standing, scratching his head as he tried to imagine hearing that--she was a Miqo'te. He was an idiot. Of course she could have heard! He shook his head, dismissing his thought and question, as he thought about taking him with her.

It wasn't a good idea. He could move faster on his own, and not have to look over his shoulder to make sure she could keep up, and was hidden well enough to not get spotted. It would make it harder, infinitely so, and he lifted his gaze to suggest that maybe she shouldn't...come...with...

She was meeting his gaze. Holding it. There was no hesitation, just pure determination, disgust in her voice, and she kept holding his gaze even as she shivered in discomfort. He could see how her light fur stood up on end, how this was important enough to make him see how important this was to her. Even as her gaze dropped, his respect for her had risen, to the point that he had already made up his mind, his arms crossing across his chest, nodding to her softly.

"Alright, but, I need you to promise me a few things." He lifted his hand, holding up three fingers, wiggling his ring finger first. "If I say get down, you get down." His ring finger drops down, index finger wiggling next. "If I say retreat, we retreat." And finally, his index finger fell, and his pointer finger wiggled. "And last, we do not engage anyone or thing unless we cannot avoid it." He watched her for a moment, and then sighed softly, already tired, and knowing that what they did next would just make him more tired. "I don't understand why you want to go, but I can see it is important. And I know you can look after yourself, I'm not patronizing you with those rules. It's just..."

For a moment, he fell silent, glancing down, and then lifting his eyes again with a hint of hesitation and concern. "I couldn't forgive myself if something happened to you."

Cyra's expression softened at his vow, regardless of how serious he might have been, she wasn't so sure of it. He seemed too carefree to really take it to heart. The thought was dismissed with the flick of an ear. She closed her eyes, listening to the gentle breeze that blew through the city, the gentle crunch of booted feet over fallen leaves and dirt. She took in a deep breath, feeling the air fill her lungs, calm her heart, and fill her mind with a temporary calm.

Her ear rotated curiously in his direction when she heard his footsteps recede from her side. Curious, her floral gaze opened to trail after that blond flash of tail as it moved back into the bustling headquarters of the Twin Adders. It was faint, but from what she could tell, a passing soldier had just...openly told the hunter of where the conflict had happened.

She felt her heart beat pick up in her chest. Pupils flexed momentarily into thin slits at the thought of investigating the battlefield. Larkscall wasn't a heavily contested area, but still the numbers didn't feel right for her. The level of injured had probably been a good indicator of the bodies left to rot and feed the forest. If they had any luck, there would still be Garleans scavenging the field for their lost technology.

"We're going."

That was all she said. It was firm, it held intent and disgust in its melody. Her hard stare locked on his for the first time. Cyra did not enjoy eye contact, but this was serious enough to warrant that connection. An uncomfortable shiver set her fur bristling for a moment. She broke the connection, looking back to the busy soldiers behind them.

"Just the two of us...we can go unseen."

Was she...was she laughing? He couldn't tell, if she was, she stifled it well, and he could only give her a bemused look, his head tilting to look at her with a bit of confusion, and concern. If she wasn't taking him serious, she could end up in serious trouble. He was beginning to think bringing her along was a poor choice. At least, until she turned and focused on him fully. Thankfully, she at least seemed to have listened now, and to have accepted his advice. Her at attention ears, focused gaze, and the worry behind her eyes seemed to confirm she was ready.

And then she huffed at him, tail flicking, and his own flicked up in disbelief, his eyes going wide as he let out a huff of his own, eyebrows raising as she lifted three fingers too, curling her fingers down as she declared his guidelines as done. He gave her a look that said I'm going to regret this, before he turned with a sigh and began to make his way towards the central plaza of New Gridania, his steps slow so they could still talk.

Surprisingly, she seemed to have read his mind, his question not even asked before she answered it, his ears twitching at the mention of the Elementals, the protection they offered, and the disbalance of aether that a fight would have caused. He hadn't considered that, he would be ashamed to admit, the aether aspect of life and death a little different than he was used to. Usually it was just the bodies he worried about, but it made sense that if a large amount in one place died, there would be a large release of aether.

"I...actually hadn't thought of that," he admitted to her. "I was more concerned about blood or rotting flesh. The aethereal is newer to me than the physical." He tapped his chin thoughtfully, and asked her with a curious glance. "So what do you do to balance the aether?" Although he did laugh at her mention of a bond with the Elementals. "No, no bond, just one with Menphina!"

They were close to his destination, pointing up to the large, blue, glowing crystal that hovered and spun in the center of New Gridania. All around it, people bustled, and between them, others appeared out of thin air, a flash of aether, a loud hum, and suddenly, there they were. He had used the aetheryte to travel before, even if it did upset his stomach slightly, and for their mission, it made the most sense to take it to get closer. No reason to trek through hostile forest if you didn't have to. "Quickest route to our destination. You good to travel yet?"

Cyra's eyes darted to his hand, watching as he held up his fingers. As for the reasons that followed, she had to stifle an amused chuckle.

I'm perfectly capable of handling myself. I don't have a need for such instruction...

The thought trailed off when she realized that he is not familiar with her. The past that she had kept such a secret from everyone needed to be kept in that dark. Though, it would be hard to feign the knowledge she does have of covert activities...after all, it was what she had been trained to do.

"I couldn't forgive myself if something happened to you."

The healer had heard those words before...but from someone else. Her ears rotated forward, completely focused on the Miqo'te that stood beside her. She turned to face him this time, taking in the worry that furrowed his brow and brought a frown upon his normally cheerful visage. She was quiet for a moment, weighing the gravity that came with his words.

You barely know me and yet...you already care this much? Gods, I can feel Bryn laughing at me. He'd make some joke about how once you get past my stony exterior I'm a pretty personable Miqo'te...

She let out an amused huff through her nostrils, tail flicking out to the side in conclusion to her thoughts. The hard expression she had donned herself softened into a determined smile as she held up three fingers of her own.

"Done, done, aaaand....done." As she spoke, each word followed the curl of a finger into her own palm. Letting her hand fall back to her side, she remained quiet for a moment as she realized he might need her reason for wanting to go should that be the final fact he needed before setting off. She needed to make sure it made sense, and what better way to do that than tell a half-truth?

"As you know, the Elementals have granted protection to the peoples living under the Shroud's brilliant canopy for ages. The aftermath of conflict, regardless of what side started it will have devastating effects on the balance of aether in those areas. You'll need someone skilled at calming the tainted energy if you want to pass through without a fight." Cyra put her hand on her hip. "Unless, you've got some unspoken bond with the Elementals I don't know about, do you?" She teased.

That should be enough to satisfy as an answer. At least...that's what she had hoped.

voidtouched-blue--[Prior]

Centrus stepped back to give the medics room to work. With this new information on the reaction to the gas, he had already begun formulating theories and conceptual design ideas to the enginneers for an apparatus to secure her deadly fingers for the next round. A sickening grin painted his features as he wrote.

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Centrus had made a critical error in judging Bryn.

He was no Garlean soldier.

His preservation of Cyra was not to protect the commander or lead scientist, it was for his own, personal reasons. Reasons that involved his mind wrapping around pages of reports he would have to write, smuggle out, and get back to Eorzea. Reasons like finding out how to get Cyra out of this mess alive without getting them both killed. Reasons like his eyes flicking to the scientist, noticing that look, the questions behind too sharp eyes, and he forced himself to control those emotions within him. Forcing his face back to neutral. Stilling that snarling thing within him that begged for the chance to feel blood on its tongue.

Not yet, not yet, not yet.

The request for a medical team saw the soldier stalking towards the Commander, grabbing him, hoisting him off the ground by the collar of his jacket, and the man spluttering indignantly as the helpers ran off to get aid, and Bryn smoothed down his collar, brushed off the black jacket, and set his commanding officer right, even as that already red and bruising throat spat out vile words.

"Unhand my you bastard! You do not lay your hands on your commander like...like...like some animal who forgot the sting of the whip! I could have your head for--"

"You would not be able to make those threats, sir, without my intervention." That icy, cold, dread inducing growl of a voice stopped him cold, and the Commander cowered. He was right, he knew he was right, and...

"You will be punished!" The hiss of words, and Bryn only nodded.

"Fine, sir." His patted the Commander's shoulder, silver eyes holding his gaze as a bloody smear was left there, and the shorter man shuddered and stepped away, the flicker of fear on his face more than enough to tell Bryn that his punishment would be light, but likely annoying. There were little things worse than an unruly subordinate who had the ability to make your life hell too.

The scientist was already speaking when Bryn turned back to him, alrighty writing away with that damn grin, and red coated fists balled up at his sides as he slowly began to walk towards the man, his eyes blazing with a fire from within. This is not my work, he thought. If only you knew... His steps were slow, steady, the total opposite of the turmoil within. They would try again...and again. They would subject her to worse, and his right hand nails dug into flesh as he lifted his jacket to look at Cyra's chest, his eyes flaring with distaste and disgust. He was within a few steps of the disgusting man when the medical team arrived, a few steps from putting someone else higher on the medical team's response, his hand lifting, reaching, grasping...

He squeezed the scientist's shoulder, not hard, almost friendly, as his head turned, and he forced himself to spit, spit at the limp Miqo'te beside them on the ground, his voice calm and collected as he spoke.

"She is weak, to succumb so easily. But she is stronger than most... We-you, I mean, can make it better. Otherwise...what happens when we try to use it and half the Garlean army dies from self inflicted wounds?"

The Commander grunted, as if in agreement, approaching the duo as well, his arms crossed, eyeing Bryn like a dangerous snake about to strike. "He's...right... We can't report this. It's too unfinished. Dangerous. We need a better solution..."

Don't say it...do not say it Bryn... It is not your place--

"Perhaps..." Bryn's voice was quiet, his eyes dead, his body rigid. "Perhaps Commander, as my punishment...I will be the first to test the finished product? After of course our prisoner undergoes the final phase and is trained?"

voidtouched-blue--[Prior]

"Not all regions of the Black Shroud are riddled with dangers, or invading Imperials", she took in a deep breath to further calm her nerves. "From the sound of it, one might think that I've lived here longer than you. I can show you some rather pleasant spots on a map once we've made it back to Gridania. I wouldn't mind a quick rest at the Roost." The beaming grin she offered him was small, but genuine. Even the shroud of death that had hung over them for a majority of their walk had begun to clear. Passing patrols of Wood Wailers and even spotting a small group of Adders on their way towards the darkened field had only set her mood to waver for a moment. The knowledge that she had done what she could for the injured and the Elementals had been enough to keep her spirits far lighter than if she were alone.

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Her words were kind, and her smile, while small, was warm, true, and it made his own smile grow, his ears flick with excitement, and his head tilt this way and that. "Well, I have lived here a long time, but in my own little corner of the world. Gridania is my first foray outside of it." He tilted his head, and walked for a few steps, before he murmured. "It was peaceful there, just simple days, the worst to happen a passing beast or two. Traveling away from it was eye opening. Almost depressing with how...different it was. Sometimes I wish I could go back." He falls silent again, now almost to Hawthorne Hut as patrols pass them, heading for the fields, barely marking the Adders and Wood Wailers. He was lost in thought, about his past, his time at home, and the struggles since leaving it.

Still, deep down, he did not want to go back. The draw of the world unexplored, of beasts to find and take out, to help those around him. It was something he enjoyed doing, danger and dislike be damned. He was not one to run away with his tail tucked between his legs and - his tail, swaying agitatedly with his thoughts, accidentally flicked too far, smacking against his companion's leg, and he jerked, taking a step away, and quickly apologizing for the slight. "Sorry! Uh, caught up in my thoughts." He gave her a slightly wider birth as they entered the relative safety of the Hut, returning to her earlier words with a nod.

"I could use a drink too, after all of that. I think my tail is still a little scared. Those traps were so...vicious." The offended appendage lifted up a little, lion's tip flicking about in trepidation despite their safety. He hummed softly to himself, the keeper of the moon turning towards the Aethyrite as he called back to her. "All in all though, I think you did good. With the aether and all. I'm really impressed! Thanks for letting me tag along."

In truth, he still had questions about her, ones he could not ask outright. She seemed so nervous, yet so on top of herself. Too reserved to be a native of the forest or Gridania, but the house, the way she spoke, it was clear she wasn't new here either. Still, the mention of her past, just in passing, was enough to pique his interest, to wonder what she would reveal over a few drinks. It never hurt to know about your friends, and he would like to consider her a friend!

Reaching the Aethyrite, he turned to her, and smiled softly, nodding to it. "Well, ready to head back?"