Under the gentle waves, surrounded by colorful corals and fish, a Xaela finds herself at home. An Ejinn, a daughter of the sea, she is forever drawn to the depths. It is a place of comfort, of joy and of unbridled freedom. She is one with the waves, swimming beside sharks, diving for clams, and simply thriving in the beautiful blue abyss.
I honestly didn’t know what to post for this, so I decided to post some really old screenies from back in ARR/HW (I started FFXIV in HW) times that shows my Au Ra as they started out long ago!
“They say ‘home is where the heart grows fonder’ and I can’t argue that. My home was destroyed, but I found a new home with him, with his tribe, and now it is my own. I am home.”
“I did not think I would achieve it, despite the confidence I radiated... Deep down I was nervous and stressed. I only got one attempt, that was all and if I failed... I would be better to lay down my spear and leave than to face him again.
A Xaela’s life can vary greatly depending on their tribe, for mine, it held a different requirement for acceptance than his. But mine is gone, wiped away like ocean waves on the beach. I wanted to join his. To be his, and to prove I was worthy of such a warrior.
So I took the challenge, a massive task for one such as myself. Bardam’s Mettle. Outside the Steppes that would not garner much more than a glance, but in my new home, passing the test was the height of many a Xaela’s life. Especially as quite a few have lost their lives attempting it. Here I was... barely twenty-one summers, attempting such a feat. Some told me not to, that they had trained from childhood to be ready for this challenge, whereas I had merely had months to prepare... Even so, I was determined. I would prove it.
The challenge was more than I should have been able to overcome. A few times, I was sure I would perish, and yet when it came to those decisive moments, a clutched a victory... If only by the edge of my scales... By the end I was exhausted, and still a foe waited for me. One final challenge to earn my place and the attention of the one I sought. A mighty warrior, veteran of the Naadam and the perfect mate.
The final fight, what made it so difficult was that I could not kill my opponent, rather I needed to tame it. That required a level of care and gentleness in combat that I was not known for... Those unaware of the tradition would probably laugh when I say I must tame a bird... But this is no simple creature. It is a Yol, an intelligent mighty bird, one whose talons can snap a spear and rip flesh from bone. I wanted to rest, but he would not wait. The Yol that perched on the ledge was only so patient, and I was running out of daylight.
I had to fight and with what little stamina I had left I charged. The rest of the fight was a blur, and I scarcely remember what happened. When my eyes opened he was there, the Dotharl man I sought so dearly to impress, standing above me, his face lit up by the torches. Had I failed? In that one, most vital moment... Did I lose?
A smile told me otherwise, and as I came to my senses more, in the dim light, I felt feathers behind me. Slowly, as I was quite sore, I turned to see the large Yol on the rocky plateau nestled there and staring at me. He looked a little ruffled, but otherwise alright, far better than I did... It still hadn’t registered until I heard the voice tell me I had won over the beast. Looking back upon the Dotharl, I finally understood. It was over, I had passed the greatest of tests...
I was worthy.
He carried me home, my newly acquired Yol following. The reception was delighted, if not concerned for my well being, and as much as I wished to celebrate my narrow victory, all my body wished for was sleep. I do not even recall them tending to my wounds, and I am sure I slumbered for at least a full day... But I recovered, and I was stronger for it. I was accepted into the tribe, one I was not born to, and given a new spear. It was exhilarating, but what I wanted most was his acceptance, to be more than a friend.
To be loved by him.
Now that I’m all caught up, here is the master list of all my FXIVWrite for 2020. This year has been a real struggle, and I’ve been having a hard time finding the desire to write and rp, so when this rolled around I wanted to do my best to complete it. Last year I only got half way, this year I only missed one because I simply couldn’t think of what to write and I’m to tired to catch up on it, but regardless I’m really proud of myself for improving and next year I hope to complete every single one without having to catch up any! Thank you so much @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast It was allot of fun!
“I try really hard not to blame you... I know you did not take part in their deaths, you even tried to help stop the massacre... And yet I struggle not to shift the blame from my own weakness onto you.
I know it’s wrong, and certainly not fair to you, but a part of me struggles to accept that I was simply to weak to save them. It’s easier to place blame on someone else, even though I shouldn’t, and for that I am sorry. I will try and take responsibility for my emotions, so that they do not burden you, especially as strange feelings have started to overcome that bitterness and anger I’ve felt... Feelings I did not expect for you. Affection being one... I don’t really know how to explain it. Initially I hated you, then I tolerated you.
Eventually we developed a friendship, but now... You invade my thoughts, and I seek your attention outside of our regular training and combat. It’s.... Annoying, and yet when you’re around, even though you’re rude and obnoxious at times and I want to occasionally drop you off the top of the Dawn Throne... I find myself caring greatly for you. You probably don’t even realize how frustrating it is...”