It had been a long time in the making. The self doubt had taken its toll on the young man as he approached his 19th year of life. He knew that even as far as they had come, the progress they had made was a group effort, just as he had been raised to believe. The moon had been a stressful one. The anniversary of his mother's death had been a few weeks prior and Khuja'sae was left to perform tribe rituals in her honor by himself. He had considered taking a friend but the rejection he received simply left a biting pull at his chest so taunt that he could play a hateful melody on his very heartstrings. There was so much to thwart him. His mother taught him better. As he spoke to the place where the family had always assumed her body lay after the destruction of the calamity, he could hear the elementals sing. The next days Khuja'sae buried himself in work. A silent prayer went out to his mother that, if not for him, let those who supported the ginger miqo'te be happy. A dream of a stage in the forest lingered on his mind. Later that same moon came a missive, a simple address was it's contents. Curious as was the cat, he journeyed to the lands where he had grown up to investigate. There he found a house with the company name he had founded. It was beautiful. The young man stood dumbfounded as his dream, no, their dream was taking physical shape. How many of his friends had willed this to be? How long had they kept such a grand secret? Upon seeing a familiar shirtless man with a familiar dragon tattoo etched and scarred on his back, Khuja'sae began to cry, "Z-zeeeee..." It was real. It was really becoming real. With his face buried in Zevi'to's bare chest, he continued to sob. It was really happening now. @i-the-zai @thornedembers @ffxiv-zevi @ffxiv-lyon @luckysparrowffxiv