a selective & private, original interpretation of WHITE MAGE from Final Fantasy I & can be easily integrated in other FFs. her name is diana & she is the younger sister of princess sarah ( she has an unnamed baby sister in the original game's lore ).
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ exploring the themes of : a maiden's journey, break the haughty, the burning bright flame of kindness, a blooming rose, tender tears, childish arrogance.
this portrayal is based entirely on my headcanons with some influence from other FF media. do not take or copy my lore, thank you.
♦️ I suffer from a few health conditions which, oftentimes, leave me fatigued, anxious or in pain; please be patient with me and expect there to be times where I may seem completely absent. I am also quite the busy person. If I'm active and I have seemingly forgotten our thread, just give me a little nudge, okay? ( I also run other rp blogs && my muse may fluctuate ) .
♦️ OCs && crossovers are always welcome! verses will soon be available for many a fandom !
♦️ I often get overwhelmed sometimes && may disappear for a long time to focus on myself and those who are immediate in my life. I do apologize if I seem distant or don't answer messages. I'm terrible at keeping up with others but trust me, I like you very much.
IMPORTANT : diana is only fourteen years old. she will not be subjected to shipping of any kind. do not approach me with creepy stuff; YOU will be hard-blocked immediately.
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I’d like to think healing magic naturally doesn’t produce the soothing light it’s associated with. Rather, healers make the light on purpose to distract you from wound gore and keep you calm.
Rogue with a large bleeding wound: Haha, so bright, can’t see a thing!
Healer, lying: It’s just a tiny cut, don’t worry :)
@prideofcornelia asked: "gosh, you're like a giant bear." the noble girl mused, a hand on her chin. clapping her hands together, a harsh sound that reverberated throughout the area, she beamed. An upturn of a cupid's bow holding notes of mischief. "well, that's that I suppose! welcome! you are now in my service." the fourteen year old bounced a bit on her heeled boots, tilting her head to the side; her blush-rose tendrils falling over her forehead. "don't worry, i have the money to pay you! I just need some help, you're a mercenary right?"
❛ A giant bear? ❜ It cannot be helped that Clive appeared so very large to children. As long as they didn't fear him, he didn't mind as much. She spoke well for being so young in age, and she appeared to him with some magic aura. That's what Clive sensed anyways. She was dressed similar to a white mage, was that really her occupation? Such classes didn't exist anymore in this time period. Eikons were held the highest ranks while bearers were used for their magic. He was very curious, so he decided to hear her out.
❛ Your service? Well, I suppose you can call me a mercenary. I wouldn't mind helping you out, but it depends on the task you have for me. Before that I would like to know your name, and how did you come to find me? ❜
her teal green hues rolled nearly heavenward. adults were sooooo boring! so obsessed with the technicals & the "who are you"s & whatnot. why couldn't he just say; "yes, yes for sure, my lady! right away, my lady!" in any case ... she crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. ❝ i don't know of anyone who ISN'T aware of who you are. you're a little too famous for your own good, sir. you're Cid, riiiight?❞
diana threw her hands up briefly then, palms slapping at her sides after a moment. ❝ there. it's no mystery. now as for me ... my name is diana. i am a noble from sanbreque. i'm looking for my big sister. WORK. FOR. ME.❞
𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. Slender fingers brushed against the carefully straightened strands that had been combed back and pinned in place with a silver hairpin. Its sapphires glittered in her golden hair. Everything in its right place—good. In response, her lips curled into a hint of a smile. Unlike the dominant, the young girl was more agreeable company. A more agreeable person as a whole. Not a bastard of a common wench. What a pity she had to taint her name by association.
But eikons were fickle, were they not? It was not Diana's fault. Anabella could not fault her for it. " Your mother has not prepared your gown for you yet? " Gatherings like these were the most important events for ladies of her age. Where else would she meet her equals? The empress did not wish to call it negligence for it was not her place, but a strange sensation made its home in her chest. No, Anabella was not responsible for this. She was not the young girl's mother.
Besides, she had not the time to spare as the organisation of the ball, although she partly dreaded the night, was her duty. But then, she heard herself speaking up once again; as if she stood right beside herself. Her voice sounded unfamiliar. Strange. Yet it was hers, still. " Which dresses have you picked out thus far? " Unbelievable.
oh, her mother picked out a dress all right ... one that failed to capture her cuteness properly. she appreciated the sentiment, finding the soft yellow & lace rather lovely. but diana did not favor yellow. nor purple, or green or aquamarine ... her hair would stand out even more than it already did. the bleed of carbuncle's ruby light stained her strawberry blonde hair into a pale-rose, making her quite the curious sight. & as such, she became fond of & only wanted to wear specific colors that matched it. reds, pinks, creams ... ivory ... those made her look pretty.
❝ mother did ... but i was not exactly impressed by her choice.❞ she sighed, a pout now evident on her expression. ❝ she chose colors that made me look like a princess cake. now, i think she's fussing over my older sister now. ❞ diana was relieved to have her mother be distracted with another's wardrobe. with a small giggle, the noble girl clapped her hands together.
❝ i've narrowed it down to two! come, come, let me show you! ❞ she pulled the empress's hand, almost attempting to drag the woman down the hallway.
❝ curaga ! ❞ there. all problems, aches & pains go bye-bye. thank your local white mage for her service today. she likes to be paid in compliments, headpats & the occasional fancy dessert that is way too expensive for its own good.
"It's fitted well," the Warrior offers, as it's an important factor when it comes to wearing anything in battle or on an adventure. Robes and capes, especially, needed to be very specifically sized - too small and a robe might make it difficult to move, tight around your limbs, and if it was too big you would trip over it, in the same way a cape could catch under your heels. That said, he shouldn't expect a princess to have anything less than the highest of care and quality put into her garments, if what he has gleaned so far of what royalty meant was true; so it isn't a surprise. Belatedly, he realises that might not have been the commentary she was looking for. ". . . yes. Cute."
He doesn't know why that would be a priority with clothes made to see combat, that will most likely get ripped, shredded and torn to ribbons in due time. Replaced just as fast, should they find anything of greater value defensively or otherwise. But Diana seems very excited, and he doesn't want to be cruel. He rolls a map out in front of him, cataloguing the landmarks. He knows absolutely nothing about the landscape here, and that's an incredible detriment on a journey like this. "I knew a knight around that age," he comments off-handedly as she chatters, trying to figure out exactly how they're to reach Pravoka. "He called himself the Onion Knight. The plume on his helmet looked like one, apparently." He's never seen an onion, so he wouldn't know. Inclining his head, he adds, "I haven't spoken much with Her Highness." It hadn't occurred to him to do so. "So you will have to tell me these things yourself. My pardons."
Her vivacity, he notes with some bemusement, reminds him slightly of his more rambunctious comrades, and - ... and ?
... He can't place it. He shouldn't try.
"I should ask. Is there anything else you will need to do before we depart?" They don't have time to waste, so he'd rather not, but it's a necessary question. "Speak to your family, perhaps?"(
his continued dull responses only served to dampen her mood. she couldn't even tell if he was being sincere or if his sincerity was practiced, only to appease & not of genuine like for another. her energy had leveled itself & even sunk when he spoke of her parents, of her family. diana plopped onto a nearby chair, brows furrowed & eyes conflicted. her hands were placed neatly onto her lap but fingers squeezed at the ivory fabric, nails getting snagged onto some thread. ❝ i-i don't want to talk with them ... ❞ she muttered, her gaze distant. if she did talk to them again, they'd try to convince her to stay. that she was too young, that this wasn't any of her business. even sarah's blessing felt a bit strained. she knew that her big sister believed in her but again, her capabilities were put into question. what did they know? she was brave! she just turned fourteen two months ago! that meant she was ready for adventure! ❝ they wouldn't understand ... & if i did try to talk, they'd convince me to stay home. ❞ her vision blurred suddenly, salty droplets spilling & dampening her lashes. she angrily wiped those tears with her sleeve & sniffled. there was a lot on her mind ... she felt it was her destiny, her way of escape to do something incredible. & not be considered a joke. not to be just the younger sister, or the cute one or ... w-well, she was cute but that was besides the point.
the sound of her heels could be heard through the hallowed halls as she made her way to the library - both to hide and to relax. she needed a few moments to herself away from all the excitement of supposed arranged marriages and so-called proposals. sarah had barely made her way into the library when she hears the breaking of glass against the stones and a shriek from her younger sister. "d-diana?" sarah's eyes grow wide as she takes in the sight of her sister's glittery pink palms, the broken glass on the floor, and the sight of precious scrolls once dull and probably boring, now stained pink. "s-should i even ask what you were doing to cause such an accident?" and why glitter with scrolls? actually sarah wasn't even sure she wanted to know the answer to diana's predicament. for all she knew, it was another elaborate prank she had planned to play on the chancellor.
her big sister's presence brought a brought a soothing wash of relief across her panicked features. yes, there was a possibility of a scolding, but if anyone had to witness the results of her disaster, she'd rather it be sarah than a servant or worse ... the girl shuddered — her parents. diana let out a sheepish giggle in response to sarah's question. she was about to reach up to scratch at her scalp, only to immediately throw her hand down as the acute awareness of how stained her hands were hit her. ❝ i was about to set off a paint bomb ... ❞ she told her, sidestepping the glass to reach her older sister.
❝ ah ... this sure IS a mess huh? um, & some precious scrolls are now a lot prettier too ... yay glitter, right? ❞ she tried to lighten the mood but only succeeded in making her crime worse. with a slight cry, her head plopped onto sarah's chest in defeat. ❝ ohhh! i can't get in trouble like this! i mean, were they that valuable? please help me clean up! i promise i won't do anything like that again! ❞ she whined, voice muffled by fabric.
