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From 2pm to... 7pm-ish, PST. EST? 5pm to 10pm-ish. Probably gonna start calling it about a half hour before close. If you happen to know Anton Borneheld, Emmette Stringers, or Lune Vormold, you’re probably invited! Hope to see some friendly faces there!

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FFXIVWrite2023 Entry #2

Prompt #2: Bark Last/Next Rules & Info

Little hands reached up, chubby fingers outstretched to try to grasp the sweet that she knew was on the counter. Lune's mother had been making chocolates, and the think pieces of the bark had been tempting to a young child. It was bigger than her head was! Or so she thought, as pieces of it broke off in her hand when she was able to fumble on her tiptoes long enough to grab on to something.

The problem with being so small and not big enough to see the top was that it meant other things clattered down. When her mother came in to see the racket being caused, she found her daughter covered in kukuru powder, sitting on the floor, with as much chocolate bark as she could hold in her hands. How could she be mad at such a sight?

Dreams of bygone days, the sound of her mother's hearty laugh fading as Lune awoke in a place that was her living quarters, but perhaps not her home. Home was past Ishgard. Home was a hearty laugh and kukuru bean powder.

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FFXIVWrite2022 Prompt #4

Prompt #4 Last/Next Rules & Info

Title: Dragons

Traveling through Ishgard wasn't as bad as she had imagined it would be. Heretic brands were still a sore spot for her as some looked on with hushed whispers and pointed stares, but now she wasn't in danger of being dragged away and locked in a gaol until her inevitable push into Witchdrop. Lune could deal with people looking at her and likely speaking ill of her... or at the very least wondering how she had escaped inquisitors, it was some of the looks that came after that made her the most uncomfortable.

"Miss! Miss, look here!"

A child's voice, accompanied by a tug on her hand, made her look over in surprise. An elezen child, smile as wide as her face, cheered as Lune looked to her. "Don't you listen to them, they don't know anything! Can you really turn into a dragon? Are you actually thousands of years old? Can you fly?!"

"Ah..." Lune was blindsided by the child's questions, coming at her in a rapid-fire pace, but she knew she couldn't just leave her hanging. "N-no, I'm not a dragon... b-but if I was, I would fly. M... maybe I would f-fly with you, t-to see the world."

Her answer only made the girl's cheers louder, and the naysayers and whispers grew dim. Someone not caring what the brands seared into her skin meant, in Ishgard of all places, truly meant the world to Lune.

"Okay, okay, you're not a dragon, suuuure... but come on, come on! Let's get out of the cold! I'm sure mum would let you have a bowl of stew!"

It didn't take much for Lune to comply, with a smile beginning to grow at the kindness shown.

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FFXIVWrite2021 Prompt #16

Last/Next Prompt #16 Rules & Info

Learning new ways to fight was always fun for Lune; she was surprisingly nimble and could learn new things easily, though her charge watching her did try to mimic and do the same things as Lune, with a cry of "Stance of the Crane!!!" as Lune was doing balance practice.

It was enough to make her chuckle and, in a rare moment, show off just a little at how nimble she really was, much to Coco's amusement, by running up one of the trees outside of the manor and hopping into one of the empty window balconies.

While her boss wasn't too amused, his daughter was enough to save Lune from too much of a reprimand, and just had a stern talking to...

...but that didn't mean she wouldn't do it again.

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FFXIVWrite2021 Prompt #9

Last/Next Prompt #9 Rules & Info

Title: Life

Everything is so idyllic when you're happy.

Roses smell better, fresh-baked bread tastes better, chocolate tastes sweeter.

Things are always wonderful. Happy. How they should be.

That's why it always hurts the most when it crumbles away, leaving you nothing but a shell of what once was.

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FFXIVWrite2020 #18: Panglossian

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Title: Differences Prompt #18 Rules

The difference between the tall, elegant elezen and the shorter, slightly clumsy hyur was more than just skin deep: despite Rivienne's smiles and exaggerated stories of dragons and how they flew, how she got scars and her discoloured eye, how she fought a full-grown dragon at a whopping eigjt summers... and how she was quick to joke and be cheery - despite that, she held a bitterness in her, one that hurt her heart, made it ache for bygone days under the sun in a green Coerthas. Something that could never be again.

Lune, on the other hand, was quiet, reserved, and didn't talk about her past. How afraid she was and, if she was pushed to admit it, how afraid she still is of being found and tried as a heretic against Ishgard, afraud of what she would and could lose beyond just her life. Friends, a lover, people who truly loved her. Things she thought she lost in an Inquisitor raid. But lurking beneath that timidness, the scared handmaiden, the shy little mouse, was someone who held so much hope and optimism over her life and what would come into it.

The two seemed to be opposite in an initial glance; one cheery and the other quiet and almost gloomy. Those initial glances wpuld be wrong.

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FFXIVWrite2020 #10: Avail

Title: Cry Prompt #10 Rules

All the placating in the world wasn’t working. Right now, there was no stopping the lalafellin’s tears and no matter what Lune tried, to no avail was it working.

It was a simple matter, one that should have been easy to fix. But when things that are held dear break, it’s hard to be able to move on from it. That was the case here, and no matter what Lune tried - offering to fix it, or to go on another outing to replace it - it wasn’t working. Instead, Lune opted to sit on the floor with Cocosi, holding her charge in a hug, hoping that that would eventually be what calmed her.

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FFXIVWrite2020 #6: Free Day!

Title: Flowers On the Battlefield Prompt #6 Rules

A place of bloodshed was not a place for someone who was so shy and quiet, but her home had been made a battlefield. Regardless of how many others came from the surrounding hamlets to defend against too many Inquisitors to count, people were dying or being injured beyond help, on their way to Halone - or someone else if Halone wouldn’t take them. They weren’t heretics, but falsely accused... would Halone still take them in?

Lune liked to believe so. She was certain she’d be going soon, too, laying on the ground in the grime and the bloodshed. A hand grabbed her, pulling her to her feet, though her legs gave out from under her. It was then that the branding scorched skin, and though she cried out in pain and anguish, it was then she saw flowers still coming from the ground.

Through the blood. The mud. The death. Unblemished and pure.

Even flowers on the battlefield could survive, and so would she. Lune would make sure of it.