FFXIVwrite 2023 - 01 Envoy
It was a peaceful night at the home atop the hill in the Lavender Beds. The fire-pit crackled, crickets chirped over the sound of the waterfalls in the distance. Thyn'a sat alone in her yard, the sounds of her quill scratching into paper as she wrote the only evidence of her presence there.
She was taking a break from adventuring, and decided to recount bits of her journey into a diary, and tonight's memories were of one of her very excursions with the scions.
Meeting the Sylphs of the Twelveswood had been an eye opening experience for Thyn'a Sindyrl.
Having been tasked by Minfilia with winning the Sylphs favor, and having been asked by the Serpent Commander himself to ascertain their intentions with their Primal, to the East Shroud Thyn'a traveled to treat with the Beast Tribe.
Lyse, still known to her as Yda at the time, had described them to her as floating Gysahl greens, and Thyn'a had to admit they did indeed look the part.
After meeting with the people of Hawthorne Hut, and doing a few menial tasks to obtain an offering for the Sylphs, milkroot, Thyn'a found herself in Little Solace, before a Sylph of the name of Komuxio.
Attempting to make a good impression with the intermediary, Thyn'a was all smiles as she introduced herself to the Sylph. He was so small, no bigger than a child's doll, with little shining black beady eyes. Thyn'a inwardly thought he was incredibly cute but found herself taken aback when the Sylph bade her to leave.
"Walking one is not familiar to this one. This one does not trust strange walking ones. Strange dancing ones might be a different story, but this one expects no such thing. Walking one should go home, and leave this one be."
Thyn'a blinked once, then twice, but she new what she had to do. She was full glad that Yda and Papalymo had yet to show. She straightened her back and poised her arms to the side, skipping to a rhythm all her own. She was never much of a dancer, but all the Roegadyn children in her village learned the merry little jig.
Thyn'a begged Komuxio's forgiveness for the rudeness after the dance and presented him with the milkroot that Rolfe Hawthorne had wrapped for her. She was relieved to see the sylphs suspicions melt away with the simple gesture.
It was right after presenting Komuxio with the message she had for the Sylph elders that Yda and Papalymo walked up.
"Hello there! We're envoys from Gridania, and we're here to treat with your people!" Yda exclaimed as enthusiastically as ever.
"Aye. We come to pay our respects to your elder, and to learn from him more of your Lord Ramuh." Papalymo added as serious as she had been in her introductions.
Thyn'a wasn't surprised at all when they were turned away for the lack of a dance.
