#mjra

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Prompt 3: Muster

One more page. If she could finish just one more page of research before she called it a night, Mjra would be content. Long nights with her nose shoved in a book was nothing new to her; it had been around forty years already in Limsa Lominsa with the Arcanist’s guild, not to mention her time before that studying under her mentor before she left her jungle home. One more page wouldn’t break her.

A long yawn escaped her, her long ears pinning back and tapping against the back of the chair as her head arched back from it. “If I can get this part finished, then I can stop for the night. This is important…” She shook her head and reread the last sentence she was on. She was no longer researching for her own benefit; she did not have the luxury of stopping whenever she felt like it. Another yawn and she caught herself drifting, staring at the unconscious miqo’te just a few fulms away from her. His breathing was normal, and he was no longer physically wounded thanks to her quick aid. But one look at his aether would show why he laid in that infirmary bed.

It was shattered, splintered apart unlike something she had ever seen. And with him being a monk, a fighter who utilized their aether in far stranger ways by bearing their souls upon their fists, it was even more challenging. “I will figure this out, X’chai. And then I will lecture you on the foolishness of your actions like the child you are.” She pushed the heels of her hands against her eyes and looked back down at her tome. One more page. He deserved one more page from her.

[jurien-ashur]

But first         I will make you strong...

@shiranamis

[jurien-ashur]

  “Be still...                     and...         ‘Listen’ in awe...”

ft. @shiranamis

[jurien-ashur]

“I could have met you...               in a thousands ways...   And so... here we are...                                                         At last...”

ft. @shiranamis

[vexyvex]

Trying to get back into playing the game, spending a lot of time with my bun. Pregnancy fatigue is finally starting to subside so I have more mental energy to actually play!

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Prompt 16: Lucubration

Mjra could be seen almost always with her face pressed into a book. The books she kept with her were old and easy to pass over by most people; scripts of Nymian history and snippets of cultural information from eras long past filled the pages. Wherever she could get information to study and learn, she would take it. The ones she found the best, where she would watch the sun go down and then come up again without pausing, were accounts of Scholars and their tactical prowess during the War of the Magi. She would transcribe things she found particularly useful or interesting, her own quarters lined with notebooks full of her notes and thoughts. She always made time for other work, inspecting cargo for the arcanists’ guild, delivering studies and paperwork between people, and healing those she could help. She had even taken up dancing. Her chakrams were plain and simple circles of metal with a leather handle, evenly weighted so she could toss them with ever improving accuracy.

During the day, faint glinting of her aether pulled between herself and the blades as they dug into the wooden dummy ahead of her. A twitch of her arm or hand and the green glow would become taught, pulling them back to her grasp. She had found the dancing troupe that had come through Limsa particularly fascinating and when they offered lessons, she gave them no time at all before saying yes. It was an amazing chance at learning a piece of cultural importance firsthand, and there was a practicality to it as well. She was a healer; she had a decent number of offensive spells to protect herself but there was something comforting about having a combative ability that didn’t come second to her healing abilities. On top of that it was fun and a great way to get out and into the fresh air.

She would study her old books, learn everything she could through them. Then she would pull her chakrams from her hip and study through physical practice. Anything she could learn, she would.