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I should update this with her new surname.
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Andromeda Dulaque, X'myra Bhen, Madje Sahashin, & A'sharah Rahz
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THE PAPER SIGNING THING OF ANDROMEDA AND RHEYA LARUZEDAH!
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Under the Night
FFXIV Write 2017 | Part 8: “Shadows” Starring Andromeda Dulaque
She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. Groaning, Rommie sat up and put her back to the cave wall. She felt like something had taken her brain out of her skull, played Blitzball with it in an arena of vodka, and put it back in her head stuck with a toothpick that had an olive on the end. All things considered, her brain was probably an expensive drink and mixed pretty well. Not Rheya well, but at least ‘high-end bar’ well.
A cold, blue-white light pierced the darkness of the cave and Rommie threw an arm up to shield her eyes. “Hey, hey,” she cautioned. It didn’t make her feel nauseous, thankfully, but it hurt like hell. It reminded her of how her eyes felt after aetheric surgery - every light source was like a needle in her eyes. When the light faded to a dull, soft glow, she lowered her arms.
A Xaela woman stood opposite her in the cave, holding a small ball of light floating over her hand. She didn’t have a staff or rod or anything, which Rommie knew to look for when magic was at play. Instead, she had elaborate bands of jewelry around her body, arms through her torso and around her neck. It might be sexy in a less troubling setting. She had a headscarf covering most of her hair, but it seemed to be dark and flecked with an almost metallic golden. Her dress was a sleeveless Eastern number of black and red to match the scarf, and black scales set against dark purple skin. “I thought you were going to sleep all night.”
Rommie rubbed her eyes. “Typically, that’s when diurnal people sleep,” she grumbled.
The Xaela smacked her tail against the cave wall. Judging by the stone and the temperature, Rommie figured they were still in Thanalan. There were a lot of old caves not far from Goblet, from the pre-calamity days, that weren’t strictly speaking ‘safe’ anymore because of the collapse of much of the Footfalls, but criminals were attracted to unsafe places out of plain sight. No one was going to look there. That meant the xaela was probably some kind of nefarious sort. If she could think without wanting to curl up in a windowless room, she’d try to figure out if they were the same kind of nefarious or not.
“Look, I’m a very important person,” Rommie cleared her throat, and tried to sell the notion despite not wholly buying into it.
“Andromeda Gloria Dulaque,” the xaela responded. “Owner of the Bandee Pakshee Pillowhouse - ah, or should I say ‘courtesan’s guild’? Famed singer, unconvincingly modest about it, and high-priced whore. Oh, courtesan.” Rommie picked up on the lack of accent, or more accurately the generalized Eorzean accent that defied any specific deductions about her origin. She was good.
Rom didn’t see an option other than going along with it. “I don’t remember much, did we meet? Do I know you?” That was actually honest - last she remembered she was at the Pakshee bar taking inventory. Little did her employees know she actually worked sometimes.
“Call me Trance,” shrugged the other woman almost dismissively. “I came in to your brothel, you greeted me, we flirted a little, you poured us drinks.” And then, from a pouch on her belt, she produced an empty vial. “Then I drugged you.”
Oh. Well that made sense, she supposed.
“My client wanted you extracted, and had me leave a note for your friends.”
Rommie tried to stand up, but her balance was still gone and she fell back on her ass. Okay, new approach. “So you’re an assassin?” she hazarded a guess.
Trance looked hurt, “I find things!” she protested, tail thwapping the cave wall again. “Sometimes they’re things other people haven’t lost yet, but I find them all the same.”
That made Rommie snap to attention. “A thief,” she said with something approaching respect.
“Just so,” agreed Trance.
“Then I feel really bad about this, Trance,” she closed her eyes, not to be respectful or anything, but because this was going to be a lot easier without the world wobbling around her. She started to roll forward, drew a knife from her boot, and managed to her feet in a rather swift motion, holding the blade at Trance.
If it surprised or caught off-guard the person-stealer, Rommie didn’t see it when she reopened her eyes. Trance just looked flatly at Rommie, with those golden eyes, and said “I don’t think Miss Roux is going to want me to Gravity you into the cave ceiling and floor until the whole place comes down around you, Andromeda.”
Miss Roux? Pax? Pax was the client? Rommie lowered her blade slightly. She was sure she could take the mage before a spell was fired off, but she didn’t take this chance to try.
“She also said, ah... ‘Congratulations, Tayuun’. I suppose that makes sense to you?”
Rommie lowered her arm completely, standing at rest. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Her Mother’s Eyes
FFXIV Write 2017 | Part 15: “Doppelganger” Starring Andromeda Dulaque
She knew why the child was named Andy from the moment she laid eyes on her. It was a lot like looking at a mirror displaced in time by some decade and a half. Tangled and ratty purple hair, emaciated, and so vibrantly alive. Andy’s eyes were a paler shade of green than Rommie’s, but without the clouds of poor eyesight the elder plumhead wondered if they wouldn’t have the same bright verdant look as her own.
It was a question on her mind more than once if Andy was related to her. She didn’t know the truth of what became of either of her parents, it was possible, even likely, that there were undiscovered siblings out there. She frequently entertained the possibility that Andy was her younger sister. That wasn’t what Andy called her though.
“Mommy!” Andy ran through the Brimming Heart. She’d learned every inch of the land. Even if she couldn’t see it that well, she navigated it flawlessly. She even leaped over benches. It brought a smile to her face. She remembered teaching Andy how to be graceful and agile in Aleport, when they both hid from the demonic force that was coming for the woman who had rescued poor Andy from her life as a child laborer for pirates.
Andy hopped up on the Pakshee’s fence to get the extra verticality to launch herself across the yard and into her mother’s arms. Rommie laughed and caught the child as she soared. The advantage of Andy never seeming to put on a healthy weight was catching her was easy. “Hey, you,” she kissed her daughter’s forehead.
“Mommy, I know what flowers I want to get you for your wedding!” Andy brightly smiled and hopped down from Rommie’s arms. She held up blue cherry blossoms. “Like in Mom Rheya’s hair!” That made Rommie’s smile grow. She’d given Rheya those flowers.
She knelt down to be eye-level with her daughter. Andy was eleven or so? But years of malnutrition and abuse had left her somewhat stunted both physically and emotionally. She was bouncing back rather well, all things considered. That wonder and vitality she always had must’ve driven her on.
“She’s going to love them.”
Andy gave a smile that could melt Coerthas. The most beautiful moment that could be imagined was something redefined all the time by Rommie’s daughter. “Hey, mommy?” she asked, with a tipped head. “Do you have any new stories for Starlight?”
Tell them he likes stories.
“He likes stories.”
She nodded, “I do. A story about adventure! Stealing a great treasure from evil Garleans!” she delivered that line melodramatically.
You’ll tell them about Starlight, right?
Rommie took far too reasonable care of that threadbare teddy. But he was Andy’s only connection to her birth mother. It was important to her. And telling him stories was a great way to tell Andy stories too. It was almost like she could hear them, if Rommie told Starlight.
Almost like Andy could still hear them.
Make sure you remember them.
With such a happy, satisfied feeling, she hugged Andy. She held her daughter tightly. Her life was the perfect, the most beautiful thing she’d have ever hoped it to be. Andy. Rheya. This was happiness.
“Mommy,” Andy sounded a little hesitant, a little sad.
Rommie pulled back from the hug, and looked, locked eyes, at her daughter.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye in person.”
I am sorry I could not say goodbye in person.
“What do you mean?” Rommie tilted her head.
I am sorry I could not say goodbye in person.
“Mommy, it’s time to wake up.”
I am sorry I could not say goodbye in person.
As Rommie watched, Andy exploded into wisps of purple smoke, like the void itself had stolen her. She screamed. She found herself running toward somewhere.... she was on the Isles of Umbra. She watched Andy walking away, walking into the sea.
I am sorry I could not say goodbye in person.
“ANDY!”
She sat bolt upright. Her breathing was ragged, unsteady. She hadn’t woken Rheya this time, mercifully. That meant this time she didn’t scream out loud.
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