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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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we're not kids anymore.
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my worstie
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Meteor in Final Fantasy XIV: Dawntrail.
Final Fantasy XIV: DAWNTRAIL Teaser Trailer
There's word of an ominous presence in the Gubal Library...
FINAL FANTASY XIV: DAWNTRAIL
Only had 75 slots for Rivienne's sanctuary, but I made the extended version of the garden Kikyo has.
Horned God.
ESTINIEEEEEEEEEN
OLD SHARLAYAN - “Sharlayan, the solitary island nation of the northern seas. Where under the watchful gaze of Thaliak, patron deity of scholars, academics hoard all manner of knowledge and secrets. Once, they deigned to accept foreign students into a distant colony maintained in the Dravanian hinterlands. How swiftly they abandoned it once the first Garlean boot set hostile foot on Ala Mhigan soil. So averse to the prosecution of war, these men of wisdom. Your would-be allies…”
I had a dream last night..
Where you wore the junihitoe robes I gifted you, dyed the color of springtide blooms to match the earrings you always favor. On your skin was the scent of flowers, reminding me of the ephemeral season when life is returned anew to the earth.
We bathed under the speckled sunlight lancing through the sway of bamboo branches, embraced for bells at a time while whispering to you all the things that would cause your smile to surface upon your painted lips. In your silence, your warm gaze speaks of the things you can not verbally say.
It was a good dream, a dream I would seek to make a reality.
The usual tranquil garden path, which made up a section of the Four Seasons Manor, was visited by a wandering hound in search of the mistress of the estate. It is here, under the dense thicket of tall bamboo, he would listen to the winds carry a whisper and song between the creaks and pops, hoping that the delicate sound of the kanzashi would follow, announcing her approach.
/advent!
THE DANCING PLAGUE - The white dress, the shell crown, the stone scepter, the crystal shoes… Having acquired the four fae relics through considerable effort, you now stand ready to break the seal over Lyhe Ghiah and confront the Lightwarden of Il Mheg─the fallen faerie king, Titania. Yet even as you hunt the sin eater, you are in turn hunted by the forces of Eulmore, who have thrown all caution to the wind and march resolutely on the faerie kingdom…
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