#e'mhellin

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Prompt #12 - Fingers Crossed

Harsh was very nervous. She didn’t show it outright, but it was obvious to those who knew her - she was stiff, her eyes were slightly wide, and she tended to fuss with her hair more. The reason she was nervous was the dungeon she was about to enter. It was the first she’d ever enter, and she was scared of what might happen inside - what she might encounter. She fumbled with her sword and shield, readjusting them over and over until they were even worse than before. 

A voice next to her. “Harsh, you seem nervous.”  E’mhellin stood before her, her voice slightly teasing tone. But she seemed nervous as well, her tail upright and swishing side to side, her ears upright and to the back, her eyes wide. The hand that held her rapier trembled slightly. 

Harsh smiled softly. “Yea. But it’ll be okay.” 

E’mhellin smiled back. She nodded, finding strength in Harsh’s smile, and so did Harsh find strength in E’mhellin’s smile. And she knew she’d be okay, and she was hopefull - fingers crossed, she thought. They’ll get through this. 

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Prompt #2 - Third Stage of Grief

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Harsh looked over the stalls of the Limsa Lominsa market. The roegadyn stood a bit to the side, away from the crowds; she observed the people bartering and haggling with the shop owners, trying to get the best prizes for their wares. She wasn't here to buy things, however. She was waiting for someone.

"Haa~arsh!"  An enthusiastic voice rang out from the crowd. Harsh immediately stood to attention and looked around, searching for the source. She found it quickly enough as the miqo'te ran towards her, against the crowd.

Harsh grinned. "E'mhellin! Did you find what you were looking for?"

The miqo'te nodded smugly. To Harsh's ever amusement, E'mhellin barely came up to her chest, but she seemed taller as she held up her prize. It was a scroll in a bottle.

"I found the map. That guy didn't seem too keen to part with it, so I used some of my charm." E'mhellin said nonchalantly. It probably meant she threatened him, Harsh thought, but she just smiled.

"Great! Let's get going, then." Harsh turned, and looked back to the stalls. "Do you need anything else?"

"Actually, I do - but not here. Come with me." E'mhellin seemed strangely serious as she said that.

Harsh frowned as E'mhellin darted past her. "Is everything alright?"

E'mhellin turned around and smiled brightly. "Yeah."

For a moment, Harsh was lost in her eyes. They sparkled with sincerety, happiness, expectation... with love.

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Harsh startled awake. She had been having these dreams lately - dreams about her past, about... E'mhellin. At least they were nice dreams, good memories. She sat up properly in her bedroll and looked up to the starry night sky. The moon was new, so the stars shone extra bright. Just like that night - that night she'd wanted to tell me something, when Bahamut came - when she disappeared.

Harsh sighed. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a picture. It was of the two of them at the beach during the Fyre Fest. She smiled at the memory - they'd had so much fun. Gods, what she wouldn't do to have fun with her again. What she wouldn't give to have her back... She carefully put the picture away. She treasured the time she had with her, for sure, but she wanted more. She couldn't be gone. She had to be out there. Despite the seemingly impossible situation, she still had hope; Harsh was sure, if she only searched, if she only looked, she'd find her again. She could be right around the corner, for all she knew.

Suddenly, she stood up. She looked at the stars. They shone just as bright when Mhellin told her she loved her; they sparkled like her eyes, twinkling mischievously in the night. "I will find you!"  Harsh shouted. "Whatever it takes, I will find you!"

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Prompt #4: Shifting Blame

E'mhellin grunted as she dodged another mammet's swipe. "Ugh! Harsh, carefull! You're losing aggro!"

Harsh slashed into the herd of mammets, frustrated. "There's too many of them! I can't take them all if you keep pulling them!"

E'mhellin gasped. "What, it's my fault now? Come one, Harsh, you're the tank."

"Yes! That's right! I'm the tank! I pull, you go in, not the other way around!"  Harsh attempted to get the enmity of the ones surrounding E'mhellin. She threw her shield to stun a mammet who got a bit too close for comfort. In the same move, she took another slash with her sword to gather the mammet's attention. In doing so, however, a couple of mammets got the opportunity to lash onto her feet and climb onto her back. Harsh yelped and sprung around awkwardly, trying to get them off. "Mhellin, come on!"

E'mhellin couldn't help it, it was just too funny. She was still mad, of course, but watching the roegadyn jump around like a madwoman made her laugh.

"Mhellin! What are you laughing at?" Harsh said in a frustrated tone, but E'mhellin could already see that she could barely hold back a smile herself.

Giggling, E'mhellin charged mana into an attack and blasted the mammets off Harsh's back. Harsh mumbled a thankyou and tried to get the mammet herd under control. It did not go smoothly, but they managed to defeat them all.

Harsh sighed and sat down in the grassy meadow, a bit away from the battlefield. "E'mhellin, that wasn't nice."

"I know, I know."  E'mhellin sat down next to her. "But I wasn't pulling them and you know it."

"Yea. I know. I lost control." Harsh admitted with a sigh. She buried her face in her hands.

"Hey."  E'mhellin smiled softly and touched Harsh's shoulder. "You did great out there." Her smile turned sardonic. "Great dancemoves, too."

Harsh pouted, but in the end, she laughed. She felt like a failure, but nevertheless, she felt... better. She smiled, teasingly.

"I still blame you, though."

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Prompt #3 - Lost

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Harsh rode on her chocobo, watching the scenery go by. She knew exactly where she was. She knew exactly where she’s going. The leve in her hand, she sought the location where she was supposed to be and started the quest. Slay feral dodo’s, easy as pie. She dismounted her chocobo and approached her targets, drawing their attention with a large swing of her sword. She yelled and charged in on a single opponent. The dodo’s shrieked and attacked her.

“Harsh!”

Her eyes widened as she was suddenly thrown back in a memory. She remembered - they went for the same sort of leve, her and E'mhellin. Slaying sick, feral dodo’s, just like she was doing now.

“Harsh, watch your left!” E'mhellin’s red coat fluttered in the wind as she dodged a dodo. She charged a bolt of flame and threw it at the dodo, knocking it down, its feathers singed. E'mhellin sniffed and groaned in disgust. “Smells like burnt chicken."

Harsh couldn’t keep in a small chuckle. She gained the attention of the dodo’s with Eclipse and started cycling attacks at the dodo’s, keeping their attention square on hers. After another one went down, she looked to see how E'mhellin was doing, and in that instant, she was captivated. It seemed like she was having the time of her life. She was smiling, her red eyes sparkling as she attacked the dodo’s gracefully. It was almost like she was dancing. Her mid-long, brown hair with pink tips fluttered around her face as she moved around. A fang peeked out from under her playful grin. At that moment, Harsh found her beautiful. Harsh found that she wanted to protect her. Harsh found - her. And as fast as that moment came, it went.

Time resumed. Harsh was knocked down by a dodo and landed on her back, the wind knocked out of her. A dodo’s beak snapped mere inches from her face, but she managed to keep it back and roll to safety. She drew her sword and with a swift slash, the dodo went down. Harsh cursed her unfocusedness, and stood up; she had to continue on.

After the dodo’s were slain, E'mhellin gave her a bright grin. "Man, I bet these dodo’s would taste great. I’m hungry."

Harsh chuckled. "Yes, but these tenderloins aren’t for us, they’re for our client.” She was silent for a bit. “I’ll buy you dinner, though.

E'mhellin grinned. "Really? Nice.” Her tail swished in delight. Harsh swore she could see a small blush forming on her cheeks.

As Harsh walked beside her, she marveled at how short she was. She could pet Mhellins head easily, or pick her up, sling her over her shoulder and run away. She smiled at the thought.

They’d gotten lost that night, on the way back. It was dark, with no moon; but the stars were bright enough to light the plains. She could faintly smell the salt of the sea. Despite the fact they were lost, they didn’t feel lost.

So why, when she knows exactly where she was, where she should go - why did she feel so lost?

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Prompt #1 - Voracious

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Harsh drew her sword and shield, ready to fight. The beast was huge - its hide so thick and oily it was natural armor, thick and coarse to the touch. Its eyes small but fiery, with tusks thicker than Harsh's forearm. It roared and charged - and so did Harsh, drawing the beast's attention. E'mhellin, the red-mage Seeker, stood a bit back, awaiting an opening. Her tail swished slowy from side to side as she watched the Roegadyn fight. Her tail stopped - There! She charged, her rapier at the ready, and slashed into it with both mana and melee. She quickly dodged the beast's tail as it threatened to swipe her, and attacked it with yet another blast.

Harsh, meanwhile, kept the beast's attention by slashing into its thick hide, attempting to find a weak spot. She attacked its neck, just below its head. The beast roared angrily and tried to pierce her with its tusks. Harsh jumped away with a yell, her armor deflecting most of the blow, and she attempted to counterattack; her sword slid off the hardened coat harmlessly. She attacked again, and again. Its fangs tore her armor, leaving bloody gashes on her arm. She yelled in pain, but she kept going, clinging to her sword and shield. The beast charged again and she lost her balance. She fell into the mud, but managed to roll to safety as the beast nearly trampled her.

E'mhellin's eyes widened as she saw her fall. "Harsh!"  She stopped her current attack and ran towards her, trying to get the beast away from her - but the beast charged, its tusks aiming at her. E'mhellin yelped, and without thinking, she jumped spryly onto the tusks and clung onto it.

Harsh saw, and she scrambled to her feet. "E'mhellin, no!" She attacked again, fiercer this time. She rained blows onto the beast's head, trying to get to E'mhellin. She jumped onto the other tusk and attempted to drive her sword through its head - but it deflected harmlessly once again. E'mhellin screamed in fear as the beast reared its head in anger and started rampaging this and that way, trying to get its attackers off its head. E'mhellin lost her grip and fell into the dirt, knocking the wind out of her.

Harsh's eyes widened. "NO!" She jumped off, trying to get to her, but the beast was in her way. "No, Mhellin!"

E'mhellin stirred, grunting. Her leg hurt like hell - she yelped in pain when she tried to move it. "I- I'll be okay, Harsh." she said, weakly, casting Vercure on herself. "Yech, it got in my mouth... that guy stinks like -" Her eyes widened as she got an idea.

Harsh was still scrambling to gain the beasts attention to lure it away from E'mhellin, slashing and stabbing and stunning it whenever she could. The pain in her arm was only a dull throb, ignored and forgotten, but still there. She would not let it hurt her - she could not let it hurt her.  It was the only thought in her mind, it was the only thought that drove her - she needed to defeat the beast, to save her.

"Harsh!" E'mhellin yelled out, "Harsh, get away from it!"  

"E'mhellin!"  Harsh was relieved to hear her voice, but that relief was quickly replaced with confusion. "What-"

"Just do it!"

When she looked, she saw E'mhellin casting Verfire, and she understood. The oily hide! She ran away quickly, the beast following suit.

The Verfire hit, and the beast was suddenly overcome with flame. It shrieked, and Harsh forgotten, it attempted to run away - to put out the flames, but Harsh wouldn't let it. She cast Hallowed Ground on herself and went into the flames, piercing its thick hide with one blow. She felt the flames's heat lick her armor, her exposed arm, but she could also feel the spell protect her from harm, like a blanket. The beast went down in a fiery blaze. Harsh only watched for a moment, and ran towards E'mhellin.

"I'm so glad you're okay-"  Harsh knelt down next to her. She saw E'mhellin was still low on health, so she quickly cast a healing spell on her. It helped, but she'd still need medical attention - they both did.

Despite seeing Harsh's worry, E'mhellin only grinned. "We're okay." she said. She drew Harsh into a hug. "We're still together. We're okay."