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Prompt #10: Foster

It was a quiet night. It may have been dark, but it wasn't pitch black; the moon shone brightly, bathing everything in a silvery light. In the distance, one could see a large Sea Wolf and a smaller Keeper grin and sing drunkenly to the tune of a travelling bard; the two had become friends a few days earlier. Their baritone voices carried far, far enough for yet a smaller presence to hear.

The lalafell was meditating in a meadow when she heard their voices. She was annoyed, and distrustfull of drunks in general; but she had stood beside them in battle, saved them when they needed her, and she had felt a certain kinship with them. They had been a more agreeable company than usual.

Observing all this was yet another Sea Wolf, a woman this time. She was deep in thought, and yet deeper in loneliness. She  wished she could foster a friendship, or friendships, with this new-found company. She wished for her old friends back, certainly, but above all did she wish for her loneliness to subside.

She reflected to the last time they were together. She had been aloof, stoic, created distance between them; and yet, they found eachother again and again, with no rational inspiration. She hoped that they would give her another chance, to be less distanced this time.

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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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What is Your Soul Element? - Harsh Waves

Air

You are all about action, ideas, and motion—you are the “winds of change.” When a strong gust hits you, you can’t help but move. People who don't really know you may misjudge you as  an “airhead", while in reality you are as powerful as a gravity-defying G-force. You bring everyone a breath of fresh air when things start to get stale. Like the breeze, you can’t quite catch them, and you never know where they’ll drop you once they sweep you up. That's why people think you are very adventurous, yet unpredictable. In relationships, you tend to change your mind very quickly, and it is hard for you to make decisions.

-Take the test here!-

Thanks to @spotofmummery for tagging!

Tagging @theladycreator, @sand-seeks-sun, @saerumii and anyone else who wants to try! 

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I recently finished the main storyline of Shadowbringers. It was an amazing ride and I look forward to see what the patches have to bring!

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Nightfall

She stood atop the bow of the ship, the roaring of the waves far below her. There was a fierce wind, propelling the Wavewalker forward. The day had been tumultuous and loud, a stark contrast to the quiet now. Most of the crew had gone belowdecks for their evening meal, save for a few souls tending to the masts and cleaning the deck.

The sunset was beautiful. It cast the few clouds present in a soft orange and rose glow and painted the tips of the waves gold. As the sun lowered below the horizon, she reflected on the day. She'd ran for her life, fought for her life, and escaped with her life - but she lost someone dear to her, and she didn't know if she'd ever see her again. The evening felt like the closing of a chapter in her life, and as the sun disappeared completely and the sky darkened, she closed her eyes and quietly said the goodbye she couldn't say.

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Which of the four elements best represents your character and why? Would they agree with that assessment or would they believe that another is a better fit for them? If so, which one and why?

I myself would say water; Harsh is very adaptive to her surroundings, and she mostly just goes with the flow. She travels a lot, not one place is her true home. She loves the sea and she feels connected to it in some way, because it reminds her of where she was from and where she wants to go. I think Harsh would agree with me, but she may argue it’d be fire; she’s driven and ambitious and quite stubborn. 

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Prompt #5: Vault

Harsh stood in front of a large, metal vault door. It was closed, shut tightly. Behind her stood the party for this quest - a Sea Wolf machinist, a Keeper bard, and a Lalafell white mage.

She turned to look to the Sea Wolf. "Elilahr, wasn't it?"

He nodded. "Aye." Elilahr Bleifedarsyn was his full name, if she recalled correctly. His gun was still holstered, and he leaned against the rocky cave wall. "I'm ready."

"So am I." The Keeper miqo'te, Foxtail, had his bow holstered as well, but he stood at the ready.

The lalafell, Ananu Anu, looking tiny next to him, nodded as well. Her staff was already lit up.

The tunnel they were in was dark and damp, lit sparsely by lanterns. Shadows twisted and warped wherever she went. She could hear echoes of dripping water behind her. She turned around to face the vault door. Beyond that was the goal of their quest - to slay the monsters and clear the way for archeologist to discover the riches within. Maybe, if there were treasure in there, they could take it; but it'd need to be seen by the head archeologist first.

Harsh sighed and moved to open the door. She was silent, stoic, focused on the task ahead.

Elilahr grumbled behind her. He moved next to Foxtail. "Ain't she the talkative one."

Foxtail snorted. Harsh hadn't said a word the whole time they were in the cave system. "I wonder what's behind that pretty head o' hers."

They didn't know if she had heard them, but she didn't react either way. Once the door has opened fully, she entered the cave system beyond and started to gather aggro from the packs that were waiting for them. While fighting, her teammates noticed that she would stay ahead of them - leading the pulls away from them, so that they could slay the beasts from the back in peace. There was no need for her to move back and forth; she managed to get all of the beasts in one go.

Elilahr was impressed with her technique, but he was less impressed by her silence. It made any attempt of banter fall in the water.

Ananu stood in the back with them, keeping an eye on the situation. "Leave her alone,"  she piped up, casting heals on her party members. "I've heard she doesn't talk much for a reason."

"Oh yea?" Foxtail released a set of arrows that pierced the beasts successfully. "Why's that."

"No idea, it's a secret."

"Seems like she's the bigger secret here."  Elilahr grunted as the noise of his gun echoed against the walls.

"I have heard rumors, though." Ananu dropped her staff momentarily, allowing herself to replenish mana. "But it'd be rude to gossip in front of her, really."

Elilahr looked over to Harsh. She had gone ahead and pulled another pack of beasts and was fervently hacking in on them.

"I doubt she'd hear."

Ananu rolled her eyes. "I heard she lost her girlfriend in the Calamity." she whispered.

"Hmm."  Elilahr shrugged. "I mean, that sucks, but at some point, you gotta move on, y'know."

Ananu frowned. "She fully believes she's still alive, you know. I mean, she remembered her, and others said they'd seen someone like her, so she's gotta still be around somewhere, right?"

Elilahr shrugged again. "That's great for her, but it's been, what, five years since the Calamity? Wouldn't she have found her by now?"

"Not only that, why isn't the girlfriend trying to find her?"  Foxtail butted in.

"Maybe she's forgotten,"  Ananu said. "Maybe she's moved on without her."

"That would really suck."  Elilahr said.

The three considered this silently as they concentrated on fighting a slightly bigger beast than average. It had the shape of an epitaph. Here lies you, Elilahr imagined it said. Harsh, meanwhile, was still pulling with fervor.

In the end, they succeeded in getting through the cave system; Harsh, still, hasn't spoken a word. That's one vault they couldn't crack, Elilahr thought, and so did the others.

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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."