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Home
She knew something was wrong by how quiet the small village was. The fact no one had come to challenge her presence hereâŠ
Her mentorâs people made recluses look welcomingâŠ
She found them, finally, atop the high cliffs, above the settlement. Barely a third of them stood around twice as many graves, most of which bore just a marker. She stood quietly, noting the few who looked her way and nodded. She was seen and known and still welcomed at least.
Once the ceremony was done, her mentor approached. He walked with a cane and she could see bandages under his clothing. While she was relieved to see him, his quickly relayed tale of what happened dampened the high spirits.
They retired to his home, now oddly quiet, as he told of the days past. His sister-in-laws passing, naturally. Despite the knowledge it was coming, her death still shook his brother. He had retreated to his home and refused company for days.
Then one night the village was woken by monstrous screams. A creature like none they had ever seen had destroyed his brotherâs house and soon felled those first on the scene. Foul magicks took hold of others present and changed them into other beasts. No sooner did they put these down than more arose.
By the time it was over, over half the village lay dead, severely injured or just missing. They tended to hurt and cleaned up what they could. Today was the first day many were well enough to honor the lost, which is what Nico had come in on.
Now they were gathering in the center to celebrate the lives of those who were gone. A way to keep spirits up and people distracted. Something they had learned was important.
She stayed, shared stories of those she knew, cried for those she felt close to. Drinks were raised, food eaten and dancing done. When it was finished, her mentor retired to his house with her and a couple others.
There, he released her from his tutelage. While not a Master of the art, she had learned all he could teach and as he put it, the rest she would learn on her own in the greater school of life, much as he had.
When she departed a few days later, he told her she would always be welcome and was officially a member of the village. For however long it remained. Then he laid his hand on her shoulder and looked into her eye. âFind your joy, your happiness. Your spark. When things are dark and hard, focus on that one thing lest you end up like those we had to put down. Live the rest of your life full of joy and happiness despite everything and anything that happens. For yourself, for usâ.
Insecure
âWhat is your greatest weakness?â
It was a simple enough question. Yet it turned out to be the hardest one for her to answer.
In the end, though she felt her answers were both heartfelt and true, she hated them. Hated the wisp for making her face these feelings and for making her voice them.
âInsecure about what me friends think of meâ
âUnwilling to do what might need to be done to overcome this weaknessâ Were those her exact words? They were what she remembered saying but she wouldnât swear they were exactly what she said.
She had returned to the ship with the rest after, changed out of the smelly clothes, had some cocoa that Mel had made. Gone for a bath because she couldnât get the smell out of her nose. All the while watching the others and feeling like an outsider still.
Why couldnât she connect with the others? Socialize? Was she afraid theyâd find out about her parents? Would they care, given they just accepted some Garleanâs to the crew?
She didnât know. She didnât know why she felt the way she did. She had told someone this crew felt more like family than sheâd had in a long time. Not since she and her Aunt had sailed together.
Maybe it was because she spent so much time away, in study and training. Maybe it was because she really had no job or duties aboard the ship. Airships were not rigged ships of sail and she felt out of place in that regard.
It was one piece of the puzzle but there were others that were missing.
Centering(Or finding out who she is)
Sheâd been adrift for quite some time. What she told the others was more or less true, but sheâd omitted key parts. Yes, she was Ala Mhigan. Her family -was- from there, though she herself didnât call it home nor grow up there. Her grandparents were indeed from the Saltery, she was born there after all. But her parents were sympathizersâŠ
Truth was, they didnât raise her. She didnât know them, had no feelings towards them. They, like her grandparents, were bits of story and history, nothing more. She wasnât even sure she could pick them out of a crowd to be honest or if they still lived.
It was her aunt who took her as a babe, spirited her away and settled in Limsa for a spell, till Nico was old enough to serve as crew. Then the two of them set out on a ship bound elsewhere. Island to island, port to port, ever sailing, ever moving.
She had returned to Limsa after her Auntâs passing, taking up schooling for a short spell but finding the magic too difficult to master. Not uncommon for one of her lineage she was told. She made gil from honest work on sails and less honest work in taverns and dark alleys.
Still, lessons learned at her Auntâs side served her well. She was fast and deadly with the thin blades, quick on her feet and a fast learner. Sahagin be damned, she learned from every failure and defeat.
She continued her studies, even if just to repeat spells and tricks she knew, attempting to control and master what she had been shown. This was enough to catch someoneâs eye. Her skill with the sword were enough to convince that person to approach and offer her a chanceâŠ
So while others were told she slipped away to Limsa now and then for work, in reality she retreated to the mountains of Gir Abania to study and train under her new teacher. Progress was slow, her body resisted the control and flow of aether.
Now though? Time was not on the side of those who chose to wait. While others feared for loved ones or distant homes, Nicoâs found family was here. On the ship. She was no Crimson Duelist and would never wear the vermillion robes, but sheâd do what she could to protect those she loved and cared for.
Compass
She slipped into Kasâs room, intent on changing then going to get food, still trying to process that Dagasi was indeed back and returned to them and everything.
The funeral was just yesterdayâŠ
But she was here, on the ship, at Gaspardâs side. Which was as it should be, the two of them together, side by side.
After she changed, she found the compass. The one sheâd left in the sand. The one Dagasi had brought back.
No one would believe her, but Nico was convinced the compass was magic and could bring people back from the dead. It had worked on Dagasi after all. How else was she back and with the compass no less.
She fell asleep thinking on thatâŠ
A story in progress...
Nico was quiet on the way back to the ship. She didnât even remember when she discarded the veggie pie, her appetite long since vanished. Once aboard, she helped Kashta out of her garments and into pjâs, then did the same herself and snuggled into bed with her lover. While sleep claimed the other quickly, Nico sat awake, gently stroking lavender hair and staring at the ceiling. Too many thoughts and regrets swimming through her mind for her to sleep.
Once Kas was soundly asleep, Nico slipped from the bed and headed for the kitchens. Appetite or no, she needed something to quell an unhappy tummy. A couple slices of bread and glass of milk later, she was sitting at a window, looking out at the stars, thinking on what Gaspard had said. Thinking about her friend whom they had honored tonight.
Tears moistened her cheeks again, slowly dripping off her chin and onto her leg. She let them run freely, another offering to Nhaama, for Dagasiâs sake. Then she whispered a prayer to Llymlaen and asked her to help guide her friend to where ever her soul was bound next.
She sat there till her eye grew weary and yawns threatened to overtake her before retreating back to the bed she shared