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[starcall]

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❝ forgive me, for not paying you a visit in a while. ❞ lyra takes a seat across the au ra, an apologetic look to her smile. ❝ these last few weeks have been... busy. ❞ an understatement, truly. she intended to disclose the details to tell her friend and fellow warrior of light in due course. first, she would at least start with the subject of her move.

❝ i live in archimedes now, in a manor fashioned after my family's in sharlayan. perhaps you and g'raha could come by, some time? ❞ she offers. perhaps she might hold a dinner for them to all catch up, and she knows tsuru might enjoy the gardens of the manor. ❝ on that matter, how have you both fared as of late? ❞

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G’raha Tia maintained his stride along side Tsuru as they closed the distance to the bustling crowd surrounding the hole. He had heard of the recent events that occurred less then a few days ago and found the situation intriguing. While he noted his hope may be misplaced, he still held out for uncovering the secrets of the strange city through its history. His experience in studying the Allag Age has given him a unique drive to unearth the mysteries that surround days long past.

With an eager tone, G’raha shared with Tsuru what he hoped to find. He desired to visit all that prove to be essential to his investigation, though relying on his knowledge of the Rak’tika Greatwood, he saw potential ruins and artifacts within the Jungle Biome. 

As the couple approached the crowd, G’raha took notice two familiar faces: Lyra and Thancred. He stopped and rose a hand to greet them before shortening the distance to meet them. 

“’Tis no surprise to find you both here. I hardly imagine any of the Scions--... ahem, former Scions disregarding the opportunity for an adventure.” Excited red eyes shimmered as G’raha uttered the one adventure. “Tsuru and I are to descend and survey the Jungle Biome; would you care to join us? I can hardly think of two more capable souls than you.” G’raha smiled and removed his staff from his back, “With the four of us, I do believe that our light party will fair well. What do you say, my friends?”

While G’raha did his very best to hide his excitement, it’s apparent to see. His ears twitched, listening to every sound that transpired through the crowd; his tail swished behind him, bouncing as if ready for prey; and the tightened smile expressed his need to repress the elation that swirled within him. 

He’s ready for an adventure.

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[preserverofthedawn]

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Thancred tilts his head when he sees the Au Ra looking at him expectantly. She seems familiar, though he has never laid eyes on her in his entire life. Then it clicks, another Warrior of Light. Feeling comfortable knowing she is a fragment of the famed champion of Eorzea, he lifts a hand to wave, welcoming her presence.

“I was wondering when we’d cross paths,” Thancred says with a warm smile, though the expectant look she carries reminds him of a certain someone. “All right. Out with it. I can tell you need someone to guide you-- gods if only Y’shtola were here. She’d be able to give you better advice than I.” Thancred crosses his arms, returning the expectant gaze.

[heclingmuzik]

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“Oh--OH--HOLY CRAP, wait! You’re tsuru? THE Tsuru?”

What are the odds that she’d get to actually meet G’raha’s love interest and so soon after finding out too!

“Ah, geez where’s my manners.” She clears her throat, collects herself from her little excitement and smiles, offering a hand in a friendly gesture, “Here, let me get that for you.” And Ismael, with ease, pays for Tsuru’s drink.  “I’m Ismael! I’m a friend of G’raha’s!”

[porteurdereve]

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G’raha spends a day and a half relocating his personal effects to Tsuru’s home. A midnight discussion convinced G’raha to relocate to his dearest friend’s home for safety and convenience. Fandaniel has been less of a nuance as of late, though both fear that Ascians may enter the city in droves. G’raha experience in Spirale has been pleasant thus far, finding the respite that he requires after the pandemonium in Etheirys.

With the final box in hand, he crosses the threshold one last time, and he sets down the package upon the several boxes sitting in her living room. “There. At long last, every single tome that I have purchased here has safely arrived.” G’raha gazes over the ten large cardboard boxes all labeled with “tomes” across each side. 

“Now, Tsuru,” he says, looking towards his friend who is a girl who he desperately loves, smiling earnestly. “Pray tell me where I can situate my effects. I rather not intrude on your personal space or inhibit the aesthetics that you worked so hard to achieve.” The red tail wiggles and bounces behind him, eagerly flickering to and fro. 

“‘Tis not my first visit to your humble abode, and yet ‘tis feels kin to my first arrival. Strange, exciting, refreshing. Granted, ‘tis may due in part that we newly confessed our feelings. Yes, that might be the reason. Nevertheless, I am proud to be your roommate, and your dearest companion.”

[porteurdereve]

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With only half of his vision, G’raha stumbles through the Cotes Ward to make his way to the home that Tsuru mentioned. Finding the property wasn’t easy; though, with the help of friendly people, G’raha finds himself standing at the pathway leading up to her doorstep.

The gardens she cultivated over her stay overflow with bountiful beauty. While she may be from the east, her affection for nature rivals a Gridanian. He cautiously makes his way up the path, only to stop halfway. G’raha knows he can heal himself with his own magicks, yet using his own aether to heal himself works differently than casting a healing spell on himself. 

“Come now,” G’raha whispers, “you need her.” With his own words of encouragement, he approaches the door. He raps at the entrance with the end of the staff. G’raha tries to look pleasant with a smile when she opens the door. Yet, half of his face is covered with dry blood, and the wound remains open and continuously oozes maroon plasma over his brow. While the pain isn’t terrible, the irritation bothers him. His eye has been muddled with blood for the last half hour, and it has swelled up from the affliction. Overall, G’raha Tia feels more discomfort than agony.

When the door finally opens, G’raha opens his mouth to greet her usually, “Ah, ‘tis good to see you, Tsuru. Pardon my intrusion, but I find myself in need of help.”

[porteurdereve]

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-- 💎 A vivid, ruby red tail curls behind the frantic Miqo’te. G’raha incoherently mumbles to himself as he gathers the scattered books and pamphlets off the sidewalk concrete. His ears fall back, nearly pressing against his scalp as a reflection of his distress. He already feels shame for spending most of the currency he’s received on books upon arriving in this strange new land. G’raha’s desire to unravel the mysteries behind the sudden transportation overcame him when he discovered a bookstore. As the bookkeeper forewarned, not many texts revealed the secrets behind this vast and beautiful city. However, G’raha believed that the storytellers of these books wove fact within fiction.

G’raha places the final book on the small stack with a sigh of relief. “There. Now, to take this all back to my quarters.”

A sudden gust of wind blows from behind, threatening to launch the loose pamphlets from the stack once more. G’raha reacts quickly by placing protective hands over the stack. He looks over his shoulder, expecting to see a sea of storm clouds in the distance, only to find the Warrior of Light herself, and G’raha nearly mistakes her for a mirage. G’raha’s ears perk up as he stands to his full height, recognizing that she is no mere mirage. His signature, calm, warm smile appears, his eyes shining with excitement and relief.

“‘Tis strange. Only moments ago, I wished you good fortune on your next travels. I desired to follow you– mind you, my yearning opposed those I experienced prior. More apprehensive, to be exact.” G’raha scans over Tsuru, surveying her current appearance. He can quickly discern that her time in this new land has been lengthy. “I thought myself a child– disappointed he couldn’t join his good friend on her new adventure. I understand now. Those feelings were an elusive missive from the future.”

G’raha’s warm smile wanes as his tail lowers. “It seems as though you have adapted to this new world. Though, my concerns are not unwarranted.” He lifts a hand to press his knuckles against his lips in thought. “Your strength has weakened much like mine–” G’raha tenses up and lifts his hands to express his apology. “I mean– you are quite capable and unmatched in every respect! I merely want to say–” he rubs at his wrists, “I worry about your health. I am unsure what has occurred between our last conversation– rather, our conversation from my perspective– and your current state.”

G’raha releases a soft breath, “What I mean to say is– 'tis good to see you, old friend.”

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🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

G’raha doesn’t listen to music unless it’s during festival season. He enjoys listening to the hymns sung during the Starlight Festival. Although, if I had to give him a playlist, it would definitely be classical works, mainly piano, to illustrate his gentle, hopeful nature. So any of those light academia study playlists. However, Claude Debussy would be his go-to musician if he knew him.

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

Depends on the location. Before G’raha Tia professes his love, he thinks it is subtle. He values the other person’s feelings more than his own. G’raha would rather keep a friendship than mess up a good partnership to express his love. However, once he does express his love-- he still remains subtle. He is quite a gentlemen. Without the prying eyes, G’raha definitely shows more. He is a very attentive lover, slow and sensual in his giving. He respects love and all things with it to perform anything distasteful.

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

G’raha enjoys letters in general. He writes to Lyna every day to document his experience. He would write to the one he loves every day as well. He would continue to write love notes if he never left his partner’s side. For example, he would brew hot coffee or tea, and leave a note on the counter: “a morning brew, for the lovely you -- drink to your heart’s content! pray find me when you are done♡” He’d also leave random notes everywhere, professing how much he loves his partner, what he is thinking about, and little reminders to help his scattered brain.