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Notes on Cassie’s favorite foods, she really likes Greek food from Earth (even if she couldn’t get it all that often being in the hospital), but she loves a lot of Eorzean food too:

Saganaki

Gyros

Baklava; she’d eat her weight in them and then some.

Loukoumades

Fruit juice, hot chocolate, spiced cider, lemonade, pixieberry tea

Almond cream croissants, konpeito, papanasi, rolanberry/pixieberry cheesecake

Loaghtan cordon bleu, crab croquettes, takoyaki, Dzemael gratin, deep fried okeanis, spaghetti carbonara, mashed popotoes, cheese souffle, ema datshi, popotoes au gratin, ovim cordon bleu, cheese risotto

Cornbread, fried eggs, La Noscean toast, popoto pancakes, bacon bread

#;headcanon #;the heroine

Cassie: Pets

Cassie, because she loves cute thing and pets (some of which comes from things she may or may not remember) has a veritable army of minions, and she is prone to wandering off to stuff small animals in her bag to keep them. Much to her friends’ chagrin. Here is the list of her babies. She has an apartment in the Topmast and keeps them all there and well taken care of.

Squeakers - Tiny Rat; adopted in La Noscea, shut up, she tamed it it’s hers now.

Bambi - Wide Eyed Fawn; bought for herself in Mor Dhona when she found out they sold pets at Rowena’s.

Draco - Baby Raptor; bought from that shady guy at the Redbelly Hive because she couldn’t resist a baby raptor.

Pudge - Pudgy Puk; absolutely stolen from that mean old cyclops, she’s keeping him, oh my god he’s so FAT.

Queenie - Coeurl Kitten; did indeed pick her up from that quest.

Barksalot - Wolf Pup; also picked up from that quest.

Zoboo - Baby Opo-Opo; carried it right out of Brayflox’s, hers now.

Munna - Tiny Tapir; found it out wandering, picked it up and kept it.

Jennyanydots - Fat Cat; bought her while wandering the markets, saw her and immediately had to have her.

Nepeta - Gaelikitten; literally grabbed it while on the Sea of Clouds, just, grabbed it, it’s hers now, time to tame it.

Ichigo - Lesser Panda; found it in the Aery, walked off with it.

Palantir - Shalloweye; won it in Verminion.

Popper - Penguin Prince; also won it in Verminion.

Frith - Dwarf Rabbit; found it on travels, kept it.

Wilbur - Shaggy Shoat; stole it from Xelphatol.

Hachiko - Mameshiba; bought him in the markets immediately upon seeing him.

Barky - Salt & Pepper Seal; found him in Loch Seld and immediately kept him.

Squishy - Aurelia Polyp; found him being sold by a very tired explorer, bought him for reasons she can’t really explain (until after 5.0).

Prickles - Hedgehoglet; bought him from another very tired explorer after cooing for five minutes.

Rocky - Armadillo Bowler; walked right out of Malikah’s Well with him.

Milton - Tiny Echevore; outright stolen from Dohn Mheg.

Donald - Bitty Duckbill; bought him with hunt nuts because CUTE SEND HELP.

Henwen - Bacon Bits; literally stole him out of the air in the Grand Cosmos, hers now. Beq Lugg let her keep it.

Velvet - Unlucky Rabbit; saw an ad for it stopping by the Saucer, Immediately had to have one.

She also has two tier four aquariums in her room, one freshwater (a tri-colored carp, a cupfish, two copperfish and a seraphim) and one saltwater (an angelfish, a hanatatsu, and a coral butterfly).

#;headcanon #;the heroine

CASSIE; HEADCANON UPDATE

Contains major spoilers for Shadowbringers, read at your own discretion.

#;the heroine #;headcanon #ffxiv spoilers #5.0 spoilers #shb spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers #spoilers

brona hc; post shb

As a WoL, Brona was involved in the events of Shadowbringers. Notes for that are under a cut.

#;headcanon #;the vessel

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WARNING: THIS DOCUMENT CONTAIN SPOILERS ON THE ASTROLOGIAN CLASS. PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND BEFORE PROCEEDING. IF YOU WISH TO PLAY THE CLASS TO LEARN HOW IT FUNCTIONS, TURN BACK NOW. Now that that's out of the way, hello! Altaeirh-ffxiv here. I play Yul Avagnar, formerly known as Altaeirh Azarael...

Hey guys! So, I did this little (lmaoitsnotlittleatall) write-up of Astrologian, and how it works as an in-character/in RP job. I really, truly love this class, so I wanted to write down as much of it as accurately as possible for others in my FC to read over and enjoy. And now, I think I should share it with you all! Let me know what you think of it, give it a reblog, a like, and perhaps give me some pointers or even feel free to add things I may have missed, or even your own interpretations of things! Thank you in advance to those of you who take the time to read/share this!

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Reblogging again since it’s been a long while! For anyone that needs a write up of AST, here it is! I still have a bit of a to-do list on this but it’s mostly complete so enjoy!

#;the sunshine #;the librarian #;headcanon

enchilahabrea:

@soulsincrystal

It is some time before the injured former Ascian wakes. When he does, there is a heaviness to his body and an ache in his chest that makes him regret having done so. Breathing is not quite so difficult as he last remembers it, but it is still harder than he thinks it should be, and he realizes he is resting in a slightly-inclined position to ease some of that strain. It takes him a moment before he can recall what happened to him or why he hurts, but when he does - when he does, there’s only small dregs of the cold fury he otherwise expected, replaced almost entirely by a sad kind of resignation.

He reaches for that detachment, that pride that he has always associated with his stronger self, but they are absent, as is any sort of longing to return to Zodiark’s service. Instead,there is only a very faint whisper of pain, of betrayal, and not even the feeble echoes of strength that had been coming and going since he had been restored in this physical form.

The aetheric wounds were too much, then - there is nothing left of the Celebrant, of Lahabrea. And even if there were, his god has forsaken him. For better or for worse, his path is now clear: he is Tiridates now, and will be from now on.

… He’s surprisingly alright with that.

Though it’s possible this is because of the warm weight he can feel pressed against his side, the sleepy red eyes that he sees as he peels his own open, fighting back the lingering pain to run a hand through reddish-gold hair. “Azad,” he says, and though it’s little more than a whisper, the relief he bears at seeing his son whole is carried in it all the same.

Azad is half asleep, like he’s been for the past...while, he thinks. He’s not sure, really, he just knows that he’s super tired, and he’s been waiting for Papa to wake up, but he doesn’t want to sleep and then have him wake up while he’s sleeping, so he’s been trying to stay awake. Even if he’s very tired, he just wants to be up when his father wakes. Just to know, for sure, that his father is okay.

He starts when he feels his father shift, and then beams at him when he hears his voice. “Papa,” he says fondly, burrowing close and leaning into his father’s hand when it ruffles his hair. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was worried, I was really worried. But you’re okay, and I--” His voice cracks, just a little. “I was scared. But Mister Urianger made them go away, and then he got a friend to come and help heal you.” He hadn’t really asked who the blond man was, but he had the same marks on his neck as Urianger did on his face, so he figures he’s very safe.

He shifts again and drapes himself on his father in a gentle hug -- he knows he’s still hurt, and doesn’t want to make it worse, so he just squeezes him gently, leaning his head on his father’s shoulder. “You’re safe now,” he promises him. “Mister Urianger and his friend are gonna make sure of it.”

And the best part is...it’s a bit sad to say, but the best part is that when he looks in his father’s eyes now, he can’t see any of the not-really-his-father anymore, can’t see any of the Ascian, That’s good, that means he doesn’t have to fear. His father is is father forever now, only his father. That’s reassuring, almost as much as his father being healed and recovering.

#enchilahabrea #;the node

enchilahabrea:

Fandaniel’s. Of course they would be his. As if that arrogant fool had done half the work for their lord as he had, recent failures be damned. The anger and offense that rise up in him at being treated as a mere insect and a nuisance (not again, never again) are quickly brushed aside, however, at his son’s cry, at the awareness that there are two and he is, for the moment, completely and utterly outmatched.

This condemnation is not merely one of the flesh, he is aware - it is meant to be an annihilation, one so complete that nothing will be able to restore him to even a shadow of his original self. It’s a fearful thought, but worse is the knowledge that they will quite happily go through Azad to get at him - and that is something he cannot allow. Not as Lahabrea, not as Tiridates. He gave himself over to Zodiark for vengeance when all was lost - but here and now, he has something to protect. And so he will.

Half-turning so his back is to the doorway he came through, he pushes Azad inside and calls upon what magicks his flesh remembers, what whispers of his own nearly-spent power he still has, and even without anything to channel it through he knows he must hold these lessers here, somehow.

“Run,” he tells the boy, who has spent most of their time here exploring the library, who may know paths he does not. “Find the lalafell -” there’s no time to remember her name, not when half of him doesn’t care and the other is focused entirely on the magicks flaring up around them. “Tell her to call her Scions. They’ll protect you. Go.”

If Azad gets away - it’s enough. It’s enough.

"Papa--" Azad manages as he's shoved back into the hallway. "Papa, please! Be safe!" He knows he can't help, knows there isn't anything he can do besides get help, but he's scared; he doesn't want to lose his father. He knows he won't lose him to the monster he'd been, but to lose him to other monsters...he can't let that happen.

The Ascians don't chase him when he flees, focusing on the traitor. There's no more words that need be said, just a nuisance that needs be erased.

He runs to Namimi, crying, shouting about what was happening, and the librarian in turn panics, setting off some of the wards -- they'll target the interlopers, not the man she knows as Tiridates -- and calling Urianger as quickly as she can. She doesn't know what to do against one Ascian, let alone two, even if they're just the weakest ones, but Urianger, he will. He has to.

#enchilahabrea #;the node #;the librarian #;mobile

enchilahabrea:

Even millennia and a sharp left turn into depravity later, the father in him knows the sound of a child - his child - in terror. All thoughts of note-taking and mockery shoved aside, he stands and moves for the sound of that scream, surprising himself with how quickly this mortal form responds to his demands. He doesn’t let the momentary shock stop him or even slow him, however, and the moment he spots his son - his son, be he Tiridates or Lahabea, that boy is his and he’ll not let harm come to him - he grabs him by the shoulders and swings him about until he’s standing behind him.

And when he sees what was chasing him, something deep within him cracks. He knows a lesser Ascian when he sees one, after all, senses them with the remnants of his old existence - and even their power, at this moment, is greater than the mere whisper he can call upon, trapped as he is within his own flesh. But if they are here to harm the child, then… well, some things he’ll not allow. Not again.

“Azad,” he says, voice firm, an edge to it that gives away his own uncertainty in this moment: are they here to take him back into service, or are they here to eliminate him, his torn feelings and nature having lured him too far from lord Zodiark’s call to be of use any longer? “Stay behind me.”

Azad all but barrels into his father with a cry, wrapping arms around him and peering from behind him at his pursuer. It's an Ascian, he knows that, and they're after-- "He wants to hurt you," he says urgently. "Both of us, he said you were a-a traitor." He doesn't sound confused or like he doesn't understand; he does understand, he knows what's going on. But he is scared.

The masked Ascian -- recognizable to the former Overlord as one under the command of Fandaniel -- steps forward, unreadable. "You are like the hardiest of insects, Celebrant. Nothing seems to kill you, and you have long since worn out our Lord's favor. Two chances were more than enough, and because of your failures the Light has regained too much ground -- and because of your failures the Light destroyed both the Martyr and the Majestic. Thus you have been condemned."

He doesn't seem to be interested in discussion -- in fact, as he lifts his hand for a spell, his words seem more like a verdict for execution passed, and even then not his own but his master's. Azad swallows, tugging insistently at his father's clothes. "Papa," he says, voice frightened. "We have to--" Heat at their backs is a horrifying reminder for Azad, and he lets out a frightened noise.

"There's two of them!" He cries, turning to face the one that appeared behind them. He isn't anywhere near a master at anything yet, but he's been taught enough very basic magic-- his spell is easily batted aside, though, and the second Ascian begins to cast a spell as well.

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enchilahabrea:

@soulsincrystal

Sometimes, he feels more like Lahabrea. Others he feels more like Tiridates. He never knows which persona he’ll be from one minute to the next, and quite honestly it’s exhausting - a strange thing in and of itself, after so long of never feeling tired, nor caring when his hosts felt it. The one thing he’s certain of is that he wants it to stop, to let him settle, to give him his power and his influence and his unfeeling, uncaring duty and devotion to his god, or to wrest it away from him entirely, with not even the desire for it to tempt him ever again. (Which one he wants, of course, depends on which mood he is in, and only contributes to his exhaustion.)

At the moment, however, he’s in one of the rare moods that wavers between the Overlord and his near-mad devotion and the broken shell of a man who had everything, even his own body and soul, ripped away from him in the most gruesome manner possible. The result is… startlingly similar to the man he used to be, once upon a time: a touch arrogant, yes, but with reason for his confidence and no ill-intent. He’s taking notes on a book written about Allag, gleefully correcting everything the author is mistaken about (which, quite frankly, is nearly everything), and taking perhaps a bit too much pleasure in mocking the ridiculous hypotheses people put forward.

There’s no real reason for him to be doing this - he’s simply bored, waiting for this aggravating limbo to end. Though… he supposes it is nice to see Azad happy. He, out of everyone else on this terrible farce of a world, deserves to be happy. Hm. Perhaps he should go see what the boy is up to, once he’s finished this…

Azad is-- well, he’d like to say he’s happy. Really, he can’t ask for any more than this! He’s alive, and more importantly he’s a person, two arms and two legs and a face (and fingers!), and he has his father. The father he’d lost all those thousands of years ago, when they took him and his family and did horrible things to them all. And Miss Namimi, the librarian lady Sir Urianger has keeping an eye on them is really nice, too, she’s teaching him how to be a librarian. He hadn’t really realized there was more to it than just reading a lot and knowing where books go. But it’s fun!

But...he’s still...he worries about his father. Sometimes it is his father, sad and quiet after everything the world did to him, but sometimes it’s someone else-- something else, and he’s not stupid. He’d seen that security footage in the aetherochemical facility, seen the masked people and their fight with those others. He knows what his father became, especially now after doing his own research and asking questions of Namimi. He knows what an Ascian is, who they work for and what they do. He can’t at all blame his father, though; trapped in his node, sometimes he was so angry he wished Allag would just go away forever, the world would go away. And his father was hurt way worse. So he gets it, even if he knows his father’s done awful things.

So the not-quite-his-father he sees sometimes, angry and bitter? He gets it, but that’s not what scares him or worries him. He doesn’t want his father to go back to that entirely, to go do more awful things and leave him. That’s part of why he’s been reading so much, hoping he can find something to make his father stay his father. But he doesn’t know how.

He’s curled up with some books on one of the big squishy chairs, trying to remember what the spell was Miss Namimi taught him to call one of the frogs to get him some cocoa...when a chill goes down his spine and the air in the room darkens and grows heavy and he leaps out of his chair as two figures appear in the room. Azad squeaks out a swear in Allag, knowing them for what they are immediately -- the black masks mean they’re not important, he remembers, but they’re still here and one of them throws a fireball that very nearly hits him. He flees, and he hears one of them say something about ‘find the traitor, i’ll handle the brat’ as he runs.

Traitor...? --Father! He has to find father, and he has to hurry! “Papa!” He shouts as he runs through the halls, eyes wide and knowing there’s danger at his back. “Papa!”

#enchilahabrea #;the node

childrenofhydaelyn:

Natan trembles in Nhara’s arms, letting himself weep for a time before he considers pulling himself together again. The miqo’te trying to comfort him is as hurt as he is - what right has he to lean on her this way? But she knows what he can’t say to anyone; she lived it too, and she knows exactly how broken he is. Of course she does: she saw it happen. He doesn’t have to force his pieces back together, doesn’t have to pretend there’s more of him left than powder and a few jagged edges.

So even once he can no longer weep, he doesn’t try to pretend - doesn’t grab at the pieces of himself as he would with anyone else, doesn’t force a smile or a joke or even a gruff grumble. He just lays in his dear friend’s arms, his equal in suffering, and he seeks her hand to twine their fingers together as tightly as he can. “…I’m tired, Nhara,” he says, and his voice breaks on the words. “I’m trying, but… I’m…” he’s so tired, and there’s nothing left of him to speak of. “Urianger - the others - they don’t know what… I never said.” And he can’t, not now, not when Urianger is finally healing, when he’s on his way to becoming a real, whole person again. And the children? Half of them don’t know him well enough, and the other half need sheltered.

“…Heal for me?” He asks her, green eyes dark. If he can’t heal, can’t gather up his broken bits to function any more than he has been, then. Then he thinks it will be enough if she can. He can keep living like this, this half-shattered existence if Nhara, at least, can reclaim her life as much as possible.

“I know,” she murmurs softly. “You daft old fool, I know. You’d never tell them. I know you’re trying, I know, it’s alright.” Stubborn old healer, he doesn’t want them to worry. Doesn’t want them to fuss, doesn’t want to be the one being cared for. And he doesn’t trust anyone anyway, not the way he trusts her, trusts Urianger. And of course he won’t tell him, if he’s finally healing. That relationship is...one she’ll never grasp, but one she knows is close as brothers. Even if she’s half sure Nate’s only here still half because Uri is and only that.

“I will,” she promises. “I will. For you, Nate. Dear old Nate, I promise I’ll heal. I’ll be alright for you.” It’s a promise she’s glad to keep, and one she thinks she’s keeping. She can be okay, she’s resilient. She wasn’t broken before she was broken, and she can fit pieces together far easier than this poor man here with her. She’ll be fine, she thinks. Soon enough she’ll be fine. Bad dreams, maybe, claustrophobia and a few other lingering traumas that she’ll never brush away, but she’ll manage. She’ll manage. Nate, though, poor Nate...

“Let your new boy in,” she tells him softly. “If he’s as old as you, as tired as you, he must understand you, too. Right?” This is the first friend he’s made in as long as she’s known him, and she’s known the man for a thousand years. He must be special, and if he’s special...maybe letting him in, maybe trusting him will help him start to heal. Find something to spark those ashes back to life. “Let him in,” she suggests gently. “And maybe he’ll let you in. And you two can heal.” He needs to let other people in, needs to learn to feel again, and this new person, if he can help with that...she wants him to try.

#childrenofhydaelyn #;the archon

childrenofhydaelyn:

“I mean he’s him again,” Natan says, and shrugs. “Or trying to be. There’s… rebuilding. He’ll work it out. We’ll tease him until he does.” His heart isn’t really in it, though - his mind still back in his cell, and as his eyes open his gaze darts around the room until he gives a shaken gasp and hides in Nhara’s shoulder. “I… I tried, Nhara, you know I tried,” he says, the words more of a sob than a statement. “But - without my - gods I tried but I didn’t even have the strength to use esuna and - “

He hasn’t really allowed himself to weep in a while, let alone about this, but Nhara…. he doesn’t have to hold himself together when she knows. And he’ll help her if and when she needs it, of course he will, but he doesn’t have to tell her anything for her to know and that makes it so much easier to just… to let himself be as shattered as he really is. Just for a little while.

“Well, we will,” she says gently, glad to know Uri is pulling himself back together. She can’t wait to finally know what sort of person he really is. But that isn’t important right now. Natan needs her, and she strokes her fingers through his hair, humming tunelessly to him as he cries. “Shh,” she whispers. “Shh, Nate. It’s alright. It’s okay. I know, I know.”

She tears up too, honestly -- but she’s so much less broken than he; he’s always been broken, always been a mess, but their time imprisoned had shattered that. For her, it had been her first break, and she was resilient, and she was patched back up. But still patches only did so much, and she was still battered and bruised and never to be entirely the same. Nate, though, poor Nate... “We’re safe now,” she whispers between the humming. “Safe now, Nate. We’re home.” It won’t fix him, but she just...she wants to keep him in the present, at least. She isn’t sure she could manage if he slipped back into the past.

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childrenofhydaelyn:

“’ri’s not anymore,” Natan says, a mischievous light creeping into his eyes as he giggles and pats at Nhara’s hand. “He’s - he’s stopping being a - a coat hanger, at last. Uri-hanger no more, haha.” He’s not giggling. He’s not - alright yes he is, he’s giggling and he’s entirely regretting accepting the pain medicine because where is his dignity it is no longer here.

“Mm,” he agrees, and he plays absently with Nhara’s fingers. “Very scruffy. And half-starved. Needs supplements. Patient of mine from now on, whether he knows it or not. Going to look after him, no-one else has.” He sighs, a wistful little thing, and snuggles into his pillow. “‘m so glad I can look after people again… you - you know that, right? I never - couldn’t stand watching… watching souls pass because I couldn’t…” He trails off,a little sob shaking him as he squeezes his eyes closed against the memory. “‘m so sorry…”

“Wait, what?!” She yelps, surprised. “What do you mean, he’s not a coat hanger anymore? You mean someone finally--” She’d never really known the man before he folded in on himself, but she knew there had been a man before the quiet and unassuming librarian, someone both Moen and Nate had missed dearly. Now to think-- “I can’t believe it,” she says. “I have to see it. I’ve got to talk to him, oh gods, that’s brilliant. What’s he like, Nate?”

Her smile falters a little in worry, but it’s fond. “Yep,” she says. “You’ve adopted the man. It sounds like he needs a lot of looking after.” A pause and her worry overpowers amusement, and she moves to sit on the edge of his bed and wrap her arms around him. “Shhhh, Nate, shhh,” she tells him softly. “I know. I know. It’s okay. It’s alright. We’re safe. We’re home. It’s okay.”

#childrenofhydaelyn #;the archon

childrenofhydaelyn:

Natan goes quiet for a long moment, ovciously thinking over Nhara’s question, then nods. “Yes,” he says, looking rather despondent over this information, “I am. Too old not to be.” The pout’s washed away a moment later by another smile, however, and he sighs happily, reaching for Nhara’s hand.

“Old as I am, maybe more,” he says, all but beaming. “Not through our methods, either. ‘s terrible, what happened to him, but not my tale to share. I - “ he pauses, derailed by the thought of ‘fluffle-ing’ the other man’s hair, and then smiles the distant sort of smile of the heavily-drugged. “Oh. Handsome. A bit roughly-used, but aren’t we all by this point? And he wears decent garments, not - not those godsdamned sequined subligars I’ve seen fool adventurers running about in.”

She bursts into laughter. “Oh, you silly man, of course you’re not!” She tells him. “Urianger is, maybe, and absolutely the council, but you’re a bit too daft a botanist to be stuffy,” she tells him. “Don’t worry. There’s no age where you automatically become a stuffy fussbudget -- otherwise I’d be one, too!”

She shakes her head and takes his hand in hers, looking even more delighted and amused as he keeps talking. “Bit of a scruffy sort of handsome, then?” She asks. “Honestly, that’s the best kind. Shows they’ve lived a little, not like those neatly-groomed pretty-boys back home.” An exaggerated roll of her eyes shows how little she thinks of those. She looks interested, though, all the same. “Old as you, then? Poor man, if it wasn’t his choice...” She can’t imagine being forced into immortality. A sigh, and back to smiling. “Thank the gods no sequined subligars!” She agrees, laughing. “Anything’s better than that.”

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childrenofhydaelyn:

“Am too,” Natan huffs, swatting at Nhara but looking mostly content despite being in less-than-stellar condition. “Far too old. Cut-off is at a thousand. Rules say so.” He yawns once, widely, then snuggles into his pillow and smiles, thinking of his new friend and how nice his company is.

“I did! Old enough to hold a respectable conversation, and he - he likes plants,” he says, and he’s almost chirping as he continues on. “Tired and sad, yes, but it’s in a way I understand, and -” He giggles, plain evidence that Natan is not at all in his right mind right now, and adds, “And his hair! It’s - it’s floofy!”

“Pfff, nah, never too old,” she teases. “Rules are silly anyway, only for stuffy fussbudgets. Are you a stuffy fussbudget?” She giggles, but it’s not that bad -- she’s happy. She’s on the road to recovery, and so is he, and he’s got a friend now and that will help so much. A friend! Natan! It’s a miracle!

She laughs, shaking her head. “Old enough? You mean old, or do you mean old?” She asks curiously. “Interesting...” Tired and sad, too, then? Poor man. It’s a good thing they found each other, then, this new friend and Nate. Sounds like they need each other-- oh. Hm. “His hair is floofy, huh? I dare you to ruffle it,” she says. “Is he handsome, Nate, or is he an old codger? When you say old, I’m not sure what to picture.”

#childrenofhydaelyn #;the archon

childrenofhydaelyn:

“Stop that,” Natan grumbles, pawing at his hair to try and put it back in order. “‘m too old for - for hair fluffle-ing.” Somehow he doesn’t think that’s the word, but… he’s a little too loopy from pain meds to care. He shifts, trying to push himself upright to hug his fellow Archon properly, but falls back with a muffled cry of pain before he gets far.

“‘course it is. Too much like home - hope it’s not as doomed for its pride,” he mumbles, expression sour… but then it lights up with a smile. “I made a friend!” Which doesn’t seem like a particularly important thing to announce, let alone so proudly, but the number of friends Natan’s bothered with could be counted on one hand with a space or two left over. “He has good taste. Plants and warm fashion. All excellent. Mmhm.”

“Shh, don’t move,” she reassures him, laughing, and ruffles his hair again for good measure. “No one’s too old for a little fluffle-ing.” It’s nice to see him like this, actually recovering. That place wasn’t good for him. Not for a lot of people, but especially not for him. She didn’t know much about Amdapor but what Nate had told her, but it was...it didn’t paint a pretty picture of either place.

A pause and then she lights up. “You? You made a friend?!” She claps her hands in delight. “Oh, that’s wonderful! Look at you, talking to people!” She’s so glad he’s reached out to someone, honestly, it’s-- he rarely ever talked to anyone save for herself, Moen, and Uri...to think he’d made the effort to make a friend... “Tell me all about this man with good taste,” she says. “I’d love to know about this guy if you decided to befriend him, of all people.”

#childrenofhydaelyn #;the archon

"Nharaaaaaa." (childrenofhydaelyn, Natan)

She can’t keep the giggles down, and she leans over and buries her face in his shoulder as she laughs. “I look away for a few weeks and look at you,” she teases. “Gods be good am I glad you skipped out on me, if it got you here and so Uri could fix your silly bum up proper.” He needed to be here more than he’d needed to be in Sharlayan anyway. For such an old man, he needed people his age.

“I missed you,” she says fondly, ruffling his hair. “Sharlayan is full of loons and idiots these days.” She’d needed some time of her own to...to recover, but she knows she bounces back quickly. And this whole Eureka thing? Gives her something to do that helps.

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Don’t look now, but there’s a Miqo’te in the Stones -- well, entering the Stones -- very cheerily. “Gods, it’s good to be away from Sharlayan,” she groans, falling into a chair. She’s got to head over to Eureka again at some point, but she wants to see her family first.She’s missed them, and she worries about Nate.

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