Inah Renyi @silentarborinah - Tumblr Blog

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Welcome to my first-ever Final Fantasy XIV blog for my character Inah Renyi! I am a creative writer and gamer who is hoping to utilize this space to write about her as a character and her adventures across Erozea and beyond.

This blog will act as a resource on her character profile, creative writing projects, and my personal progress in FFXIV with her. I am excited to get this started and document Inah's adventures as the Warrior of Light!

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“Inah!” Tataru exclaimed, clearly taken aback, “I wasn't expecting to see you back so soon. No one was.”

Inah gives her a small, knowing smile. “Yes, time works in the strangest of ways.”

Tartaru moves in closer, inspecting her. She says, quieter, “You look exhausted.”

Again, trying to play off the intense fatigue she feels in every fiber of her being, Inah lets out a small, dismissive laugh, “I suppose it was a long journey.”

She hates the concerned look Tataru gives her, as if she can see straight through her posturing. Then again, she probably can.

“Your eyes…”

Inah immediately looks away. She's not used to the change herself. The gradual lightening of the color a physical manifestation of the strain her body was under. Of her anxieties. Of her near catastrophic failure. She had hoped that the light being expunged from her body would return the dark, forest green, but it didn't. She is now left with a permanent reminder.

Tataru must sense the shift, as she reaches out, grabbing Inah's hand. It's comforting, it reminds Inah of Ferah, how she would silently hold Inah's hand whenever she was nervous, but didnt want to show it. That only makes her feel worse. Would any of her family members even recognize her?

“Come, let's get you into a room to rest. I can brush your hair, if you'd like. It looks a little tangled from the journey.” Tataru smiles gently up at her.

Swallowing down the anxiety knotted in her throat, Inah nods, following Tataru further into the Rising Stones.

She's not even entirely sure why this anxiety lingers, or what specifically she is so anxious about. Maybe it's a culmination of everything she has gone through, still so recent and raw. Maybe it's her eyes—that no matter how long she stares at herself in the mirror, she can't see the young, excited adventurer that was once there.

The moment she settles down on the edge of the bed, Inah feels the weight of her exhaustion. She practically melts down into the mattress below, using all her remaining energy to stay sitting upright.

Tataru grabs a hairbrush from the vanity before making her way over to sit behind Inah. Slowly and gently, she begins to work her way through a long section of her hair.

Until she suddenly stops.

“Inah, have—well, your hair…”

Her heart starts to race.

“I'm sorry, it just, it doesn't feel right. It feels fried.”

Inah clenches her eyes shut, forcing the tears not to fall. “What should I do?” Her hands clench together, feeling her nails digging into the backs of her hands.

“Well,” Tataru starts, running her hands through her hair, focusing on the roots, “The good news is the new growth seems perfectly healthy and smooth. So for now, we can cut the dead hair away and let it grow back out.”

Inah feels herself freeze. She has rarely ever received haircuts, and they were always the lightest trims from Ferah. Her stomach thrashes, this can't be happening.

Then she reaches out, running a small piece through her hands, and feels the damage left behind, no doubt from The light. It's dried and course and frizzy—all characteristics that could never be attributed to her hair prior

“The roots, they seem healthy?” Inah practically chokes out.

“Yes, it seems like the newer hair is fine. We'll just have to watch it closely, but I think it might grow back healthy again.”

Moments of silence stretch between them. Finally, Inah lets out a deep, ragged breath.

“We can cut it.”

Tataru squeezes her shoulder in support before going to get some scissors.

“I'll do my best to make it super cute,” Tataru says, giving Inah her most supportive smile before settling behind her again.

“I know you will,” Inah whispers back, body barely trembling.

As soon as the first long section falls to the floor, the tears finally come in ugly, body-wracking sobs.

And by the end, when all the tears have dried and hair has been cut, Tataru passes over a hand mirror. Inah truly doesn't recognize herself, and not because her hair is now shorter and her eyes a different shade of green, but because the person staring back at her looks so sad, so tired, so broken.

“I know it's pretty different,” Tataru gives her shoulders another comforting squeeze, “But despite everything, it's still you.”