Eternal Light

Assorted notes and stories from the travels of Sorcha Byron, adventuring White Mage of Gridania. ((An FFXIV:ARR RP blog. Server is Balmung.))

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Like the stars chase the sun

Over the glowing hill I will conquer

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From my final perch I ponder On the infinite and vast In the blindness I still wander Though my time has almost passed

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I believe the good wore out and pain does have its purpose It seems a little silly now that you would just desert us I know that everything you do, things happen for a reason But give me something good, a sign, I need something to believe in

[spearofthemother-a]

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Azee almost looks amused at the whole sight, but the smell of mulled tea is just too tempting to ignore. So she takes a cup and smiles ever so slightly into it. 

"Mulled? I honestly took you for a Chamomile tea sort of lady, Sorcha." She says before taking a sip.

"I do like chamomile, yes, but..." Sorcha smiles as well, holding her cup of tea up in a respectful toast. She takes a sip, then smacks her lips. "Mn. A bit too heavy on the cloves, I think." Still. Best not to waste tea.

She takes another sip before continuing. "My mother drank mulled tea when I was small," she explains. "I want to be able to make it just as good as she did." Hence the mess all over the Rising Stones's bar. Sorcha turns pink and ducks her head to hide the blush.

"I still have a ways to go, though," she adds sheepishly.

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"…."

"What the hell are you doing?"

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"Making evening tea, Miss Azee."

Never mind the burnt tea leaves scattered over the nearest flat surface. And the stench of scorched pastry dough. And the spattered fruit juice over the front of Sorcha's tunic. She smiles weakly, then holds out a tea set laden down with blood currant tarts and cups of mulled tea.

"Would you care for some?"

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I feel as if I were a boat, being tossed from shore to shore on a raging ocean. So much has happened... there's scarcely any time to fully understand what it all means.

But He has faith in me. The Lord of Levin. I am hardly a Warrior of Light like those of old. I am a daughter of the Twelveswood. That's all I ever want to be. I won't say that He was mistaken in his trust. I think... that would be an insult to His judgment.

The air is still charged with tension even after His vanquishing. A far worse storm is brewing on the horizon. I just hope that I can meet it and not falter.

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There is now a thin pair of arms trying to pull Thancred out of his seat by the shoulders. "It's been two bells, Ser Thancred, and you're nodding off in your seat! To bed with you!"

"Nnnnnnn," he whines, resisting her tugging. "I’m nearly done…"

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"Ah, ah!" Sorcha wags her finger at Thancred like a disappointed mother. "Research will always wait, as my father says." She gets a good grip on one of his arms and tugs it. "Up you get! Or do I have to get Lady Minfilia?"

[inboxstuff]

My muse hasn't slept for days, come in my inbox and make them go to bed

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"Crystal, my dear adventurer," he replied with a smirk. Oh, no, he was going to behave. Misbehaving wouldn’t get him back into that tower, after all. And of course he needed those clones; so behaving might just net him a spot in the rescue party.

As she continued, he opened his mouth to make another sarcastic comment…but stopped short, genuinely caught off-guard (a rare occurrence). “Excuse me?” He asked, bemused. “Are you actually implying you were concerned for my safety?” A snort of laughter. “Well, I need those clones. I wasn’t going to let that whatever-the-hell it was take them. Getting…captured myself was not in the plan, I assure you.”

She frowned in disapproval, saying nothing to his agreement. She didn't trust him; with the sole exception of Cid, none of the Garleans she'd met had proven themselves trustworthy. "As long as you behave," she said flatly.

The woes of being a white mage: prioritizing the well-being of others. Even those who hardly deserved it. But redemption (or at least detente) could be possible for anyone. Even for someone like Nero. Sorcha squinted for a moment at him before shrugging her shoulders. "Yours, Doge's, Una's, Cid's, even mine. None of that was supposed to happen. None."

"Next time... don't go running into danger. All right?"

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"...Nero tol Scaeva. A word, if you please."

"While I don't understand what's made it possible for you to be here, given... recent events, the fact remains. Cause any trouble and you will answer for it. I hope we're clear on that."

"Now that that's out of the way... at least you're alive, you great big idiot. What in the seven hells made you do something as foolish as that?!"

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In theory, thaumaturges draws from the same wellspring as conjurers. In practice, it feels... strange. White magic so often emphasizes pacing yourself lest you use up too much aether. But with this, there's an- an ebb and flow to casting that I've never felt before.

I see now why they call the constant cycle "astral" and "umbral". It's like the ages. One to the other then back to the first. I'm not sure if I prefer it to what I know, but it's nice to learn something new.

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((WOW THIS IS LONG! It only took 2 hours, and most of that was transposing the notes and figuring out dynamics and tempos, but I’m proud of this one. It’s really pretty sounding, almost like a really old music box would sound. I’m open to suggestions again, and I’ll get Theme of the Empire from FFXII out as soon as I figure out how to make it less punchy. Enjoy! ♥))

[arminisacutie-deactivated201310]

I challenge you to creep/freak my muse out to the point they just stutter and stare at you. Bonus points if they're blushing red as a beet and my inner shipping fangirl is appeased.

[faetheforestguardian]

I’n turning anon back on purely for this

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[/Is slumped at a chair in the Sands, finishing up a conversation via linkshell.] “—Aye, I will. Thou shalt have it on thy desk by the morrow’s eve, Antecedent. Pray keep me informed of her condition when thou hath news. Yes. Until then.”

[/Ends the call and sighs, straightening some papers absently in an attempt to put off writing the report for Minfilia. Traveling is exhausting.]

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[There's a noise of china being jostled, before Sorcha sets a tiny cup of steaming Galago mint tea in front of Urianger. She cracks a small smile of encouragement. Everyone's been working so hard as of late. Him most of all.]

It isn't much, but... I thought you might need this. Don't push yourself so hard, Ser Urianger. You look so worn.

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✈ - A text while travelling

[text: sorcha] hey guess where i am

[text: sorcha] if your answer was las vegas you would have been right about ten minutes ago

[text: sorcha] though if you guessed la you will be right in a few hours

[text: sorcha] aaaand i should probably not text and drive

[text: sorcha] so brb

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[text: ser thancred] You should not be texting and driving at the same time! What if you get hurt?!

[text: ser thancred] And please, don’t push yourself to do the entire trip at once.

[text: ser thancred] It’s important to take short rests during long trips! : |

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[text: sorcha] shhhh i know

[text: sorcha] i just parked at a shitty rest stop for something to eat

[text: sorcha] so hey following both your advice at once

[text: sorcha] :D

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[text: ser thancred] You never change, do you? Sigh...

[text: ser thancred] Still. A step in the right direction, at least. Thank you.

[text: ser thancred] ...When you reach LA... will you bring me back a seashell from the beach, please? For my collection.

[text: ser thancred] Uhm, that is, it's not just my collection. But, uhm, it sort of is mine now. I'll stop rambling. ._.

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✈ - A text while travelling

[text: sorcha] hey guess where i am

[text: sorcha] if your answer was las vegas you would have been right about ten minutes ago

[text: sorcha] though if you guessed la you will be right in a few hours

[text: sorcha] aaaand i should probably not text and drive

[text: sorcha] so brb

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[text: ser thancred] You should not be texting and driving at the same time! What if you get hurt?!

[text: ser thancred] And please, don't push yourself to do the entire trip at once.

[text: ser thancred] It's important to take short rests during long trips! : |

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So Does the Fairest Maid

We were the same, you and I. Both of us, so nervous. So afraid of failing, of proving ourselves to be failures as adventurers. But we have both lost something we held most dear.

When the Waking Sands fell, I would have given anything to undo what the Garleans had done. But I kept moving forward, because those who survived needed me. And you... you had nothing left to live for.

I'm sorry it came to this, Edda. I can only hope that you find peace on the other side.