Mirage Memories: Sceada has created a crystal clear rose with his ice magic, and offers it to a flattered and flustered Tulala
Magic
Spells can be used for more than combat and Sceada was more than happy to demonstrate so with this ice spell. Needless to say, Tulala found that quite charming!
[[ Thank you for the ask! I picked the Tulala one from the two you sent cause Teledji already got two asks before yours :D And yours was the last 31st ask!! \o/ I’m glad I got to draw your Burmecian black mage, he is quite interesting to draw and hopefully this was a memory to cherish! ]]
Selphie and Sceada were no strangers to displays of affection, especially when they were by themselves, or in the comfort of their home. And this particular evening was no different - they were curled up contently on the couch together, sneaking in a small kiss here and there as they enjoyed the calm end to their day.
Of course, just as Selphie shifted against her husband to turn those small pecks into longer, less chaste kisses, that one little voice rang out and interrupted...
Leander’s exaggerated noise of disgust from around the corner snapped them out of their happy daze as they both turned to look at him, the boy finding his interruption absolutely hilarious even as he failed to duck back into hiding in time to stay out of sight.
“Oh no you don’t,” Selphie teased playfully, unwinding herself from Sceada to stand up and give chase - a fairly short one, as she managed to scoop their giggling son up in a few quick strides. “We have plenty of kisses left for you!”
The Great Wind Mage Vaati from The Legend of Zelda 💜 He’ll be highly vengeful once I decide to release him again. I’ve learned a lot since my time taking on Beatrix. IX may be my favorite, but TLoZ was my childhood, so I’d give him a brand new blog when I write him again.
💝 - Who are some rpers you look up to?
Several actually. The list would be quite long if I were to name everyone. Here’s at least five:@tailoringtay because of the way they’ve built their OCs in IX world and I really enjoy the art they post. @divine-identite‘s writing is amazing and I’ve taken a bit of inspiration from them to work more on developing my own blog. @ndeavor does VII studies and Apollo’s findings fill me with determination to do the same for IX.@xkuja was one of several that inspired me to even try out public rp@you as well. ^_^ We’ve discussed some IX headcanons and you’ve put a lot of work into building your own OC into the universe. I enjoy those that build upon their muse and continue to give them more life.
💙 - Are there any muses you’ve been considering trying out?
Well...to be honest, yes. I’m a villain fan like I constantly remind everyone, and there’s a few I’d like to play around with. I have a Seymour blog, but while I like his character... FFX is not my favorite. My muse for him has fallen drastically.BUTThose I would love to test the waters with would be Kuja and Emperor Mateus. I adore them. I’ve written some stuff for them, but those drabbles are hidden. (Not exactly, but they’re on another blog of mine.)
💞 - How old are you?
Born post blizzard of ‘93. Which makes me a quarter of a century old.
🎲 - Do you have a favorite board game?
I’ve never really dedicated much time to them. 15 years as an only child, and my family was never into games. Though... I was fond of games like Clue, Monopoly, and Scrabble. CHESS. Chess would probably be my favorite.
Normally, Agnès cursed her abysmal sense of direction. Cursed how even the simplest paths wound her away from modern civilization to the fields and forests leagues away. And with her duties between the Wind Temple and Gathelatio, her travels became more frequent, which meant more possibility for her to traverse away from the given path instead of her destination.
Yet today, her lack of navigation proved to be a blessing. Not to herself, but to another on the road upon her passage. A stranger dressed in robes and a large hat who appeared quite exhausted from days of travel, slumped against a nearby tree. Was he an adventurer, like many others? Or something more? Wariness aside, Agnès could not leave this stranger by himself. She knew a person in need when she witnessed it. He could be injured, and she may have been the only person he saw pass through here.
Surely the acolytes back at the temple will excuse her tardiness this time, and not chastise her for going out on what was supposed to be a brief walk.
“Pardon me...sir?” She began, her approaching steps slow and tentative. “Are...are you alright? Are you injured?”
She’d scooped it up in an instant, hoping that the little book hadn’t been thoroughly soaked when it landed in the shallow puddle of rain water. It was given a hard shake, it’s thick but still flexible binding flicking away most of the water clinging to the outside. She didn’t care for reading like other people did, but she reckoned the one that dropped the text would.
With a few forward jogs, she tapped at the shoulder of the stranger that dropped the book with the book itself.
“You dropped this. I tried to get it quick, but some’a the pages might still be wet. My bad.”
General Beatrix had been to many odd places, in the sense of eerie and of those awing. Madain Sari was both. A place becoming a ghost town of past destruction and one of remembrance to the old ones that are only a memory to some.
Under normal circumstances, Beatrix wouldn’t have come to such a deserted place, but Her Majesty had wished to visit the home she had previously once had. As private as the matter was, this was a solo escort mission for Queen Garnet.
The young leader had taken a liking towards the resident moogles, and Beatrix smiled at the exchanges of brief familiarity and fleeting affections towards the furry creatures. She’d give them some time to discuss history and whatever plans this place had in the future.
Making a short distance towards one of the abandoned homes, the general began inspecting some of the faint traces of movements left behind on the ground, and taking note that such were not of any footprint a moogle would have left.
