#esteninen

[yzeltia]

Sentimental

Violet sighed as she wandered through the Balshahn Bazzar. Poised to set forth into the void with her friends any hour now, she decided to kill time with some retail therapy before they were to return The Great Work. If she felt she wasn't about to be swarmed with voidsent, she'd be back at the bar further sampling the spiced whisky varieties Radz-at-Han had to offer. Instead, she was left sober and to her own devices.

Arriving at a toy stand her eyes fixed upon a colorfully patterned stuffed pig.  Loneliness finally clawed at her rib cage. She hated to admit it, but she missed the twins and the others left behind. Traveling the world was lonely business and without them there to keep her spirits up, motivation to stay sober and on task seemed to evaporate.

"Ah, Violet. I didn't take you for the poppet sort," a voice gruffly called behind her.

Approaching in his armour, Esteninen joined the Limsan and gave her a smile. 

"Yeah, they go so well with my tea sets and party dresses," she answered wryly with an eye roll.

"Well pardon me for making an observation. Then what are you doing here?"

Violet paused. "I don't know. Killing time before we help the kid find his sister. I thought maybe twins might want a memento of the journey. They didn't make the trip here last time, right," she asked before snapping her fingers at the Auri attendant. "Hey, you! I'll take the pig and one of the carbuncles."

"Right away miss. Right away."

Esteninen let out a hearty laugh as the toy maker packaged Violet's selection. 

"Do you not think them a bit beyond a stuffed menagerie?"

"Yeah. Probably. I just figured it would have been nice to have had folks get me shit like this when I was their age. It would have meant someone out there gave a damn about me. It's the little things, y'know."

The dragoon straightened up a bit as Violet handed over the Gil for her purchase. He seemed lost in thought, staring at a stuffed Vytra before snapping his gaze towards the toymaker"...I'll take the dragon."

Violet turned, brow raised.

"What," the Elzen gruffed.

"It's a little on the nose for our dear little Satrap."

"Shut up," Esteninen grunted, exchanging Gil for the large plush, "Let us make haste to the aetheryte plaza and send your gifts off with a courier. I imagine Y'shtola will come to collect us soon."

"I didn't remember inviting you along," Violet answered wryly, turning for the suggested destination. The dragoon chuckled and wandered behind, blind to the grateful smile of the woman ahead of him.

[yzeltia]

FFXIVWrite Day 6: Onerous

Characters: Y'shtola Rhul, Estinien Wyrmblood, Violet Fisher, Tataru, Jannie Eyradoux, U'rahn Nuhn, G'raha Tia, Thancred Waters, Alisae & Alphinaud, Krile Basedelion

Rating: Teen

Summary: Jannie reflects on the pattern of her daily life

Notes: None

  As always, Jannie swallowed her exasperated sigh as U’rahn let out a whine each time she plucked a needle from his tail while G’raha sat beside him whimpering away. She’d warned them well of messing around in Qarn, but nevertheless, the well-intentioned Nuhn wanted to keep their promise of taking their lovelorn friend on a few adventurers. As always, she’d been ignored, then put upon by the consequences.

            This was all in her training though. As an orphan Ishgard, she always assumed her destiny would result in her living comfortably as a Governess for a high house, the remains of her family’s estate there for a proper education; however, she left it behind, disillusioned by her home and Master turned lover. And when in her mother’s homeland of Gridania, hearing Hydaelyn’s call, she took to a life of adventure, blissfully unaware she’d return to what she knew.

            And so here she was, many adventures later, patching up two Miqo’te, grown men set upon acting like little boys needing care of. Then there was Y’shtola and Urianger, they’d need to be checked upon after to ensure studying hadn’t eclipsed a proper dinner. Afterward, the Elzen would see to the twins’ rooms to check if anything was needed for the wash and while she was taking care of that she’d draw a bath for both Estinien and their armor. At least there was conversation to be had there, reminiscing of home while scrubbing away. Then there was some light shopping to be done, resupplying the Scion’s stock of munition and components, though at the very least she could count on Thancred to carry her bags, even if afterward she’d need to sit with him and infuse his bullets for a time.

            Evening would soon be upon Jannie at last, and she’d sit down with Tataru, Krile, and Violet for some light coffee, the last’s, more likely than not, half-filled with a creamy whiskey. So then it’d be upon her to get her fellow Warrior of Light, into bed at the end of the night before returning to her room to write Lyse and Lucia. She’d then say her prayers to Halone, to Nophica, and to Hydaelyn.

After she’d adorn her nightgown and write once more in her diary, telling Papalymo of her day, whatever wasn’t repetitive, and what news she’d heard from Lyse, maybe even copy a letter from her into the tome if one had been delivered. Then she’d touch his etching on the front page with a kiss from her palm. Satisfied, she’d crawl into bed, knowing well the next morning she’d wake up and be appraised of the Scion’s plans for the day, offering her caution once more, then prepare to join or clean up for her family.