#mr froddo

[thefinalwitness]

the most assistant of all time

[thefinalwitness]

i would actually do anything for l'aiha's canon poroggo companion. his name is mister froddo and he was a gift from master matoya in 5.4 when l'aiha was awol in idyllshire bc the stress of azem haunting her made her wanna get as far away from everything as possible.

she ends up visiting matoya a lot looking for advice, because she knows matoya won't get weepy OR curious about the situation, she'll just help in her mean but extremely normal way and l'aiha finds that comforting when everything is DIFFERENT AND SCARY RIGHT NOW.

matoya notices l'aiha isn't as well kept as she usually is during this time and gives her one of her poroggos with something along the lines of "you're tracking dirt into my cave, clean yourself up" but what she MEANS is she recognizes l'aiha's incredibly bad mental health at the time and how she's probably not taking good care of herself OR her new home in idyllshire.

his name is just froddo but l'aiha exclusively calls him mister froddo because she's very polite. he likes to do housecleaning and cooking, and often takes care of the house when l'aiha is away. :) he also makes her happier because he's nice company. she tried to give him back to matoya once her health was better again but matoya says some shit like "he smells" "he smells beautiful?" "exactly he smells like you, all flowers and sunshine, i don't want it stinking up my cave all day and night."

which l'aiha correctly deduces to mean "i gave him to you because he's yours now" but still half-wonders if matoya DOES think she's too flowery-smelling and thats why she kicks her out when the pressing issues have resolved. but l'aiha thinks matoya is funny so thats fine.

and yes mister froddo smells like her. it's because he washes her clothes with her preferred laundry detergent. and he's pretty small, and also a frog, so if he falls in the washtub a few times while he works it's not his fault. ribbit. (he likes water.)

[thefinalwitness]

prompts for aiha stolen from my classes :3c describe her daily routine with all five senses and/or write something beginning with the last text/message you sent someone

HELLOOOOOOOOO KIM i did write this on thursday (friday???? i forget when i asked already 😂) but then i couldnt muster proofreading it until today. this was a lot of fun thank you so so much!!!!

this takes place between patch 6.0 and 6.1, but i hope it makes enough sense to anyone who's not there! mild endwalker spoilers!

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It always starts like the very first day: She feels the dawn's light on her face, so soft and warm, it always stirs her to consciousness. Up with the sun, they say, and that's very much L'aiha.

She doesn't linger long in bed; yawns, slips into a light robe, and begins her day. First, she cleans herself up: brushes her hair, her teeth, washes her face, and gets dressed in a light, airy outfit.

Next is the stretches: every morning she feels her body and magic has stiffened overnight, and she aims to restore the fluidity of both. Failing to do so would be detrimental for her; a disability she'll always have to maintain against. But the exercises feel good, once they stop hurting, so she doesn't mind.

Usually by the end of that, she hears her fellow bedmate stirring. Y'shtola is not quite a 'break of dawn' person, but still rises early. While L'aiha stretches, Y'shtola freshens up and heads downstairs to the kitchen.

After exercises, L'aiha showers and dresses for the day ahead. She always tries to smell nice but mild; faintly flowery, maybe fruity if she's feeling bold, but never overpowering, to make certain she can smell the breakfast and coffee as it wafts into the second floor.

Downstairs, Mr. Froddo is always there, preparing meals L'aiha doesn't ask him to. He does so anyway, just so he can put the plate in front of her as she sits down.

She sees dodo eggs and aldgoat sausage, as well as pancakes made from the latter's milk and syrup harvested from the trees of the Dravanian Hinterlands. She sees, too, Y'shtola sipping away at her coffee, already deep in the notes she sleepily wrote herself last night about whatever project she's on. Right now, it's interplanar travel.

Soon enough, they will embark back to the Great Gubal Library for another day-long excursion and study session. But before that, L'aiha savors the taste of her eggs and pancakes. The morning is often quiet, wherein neither woman speaks overmuch; an opportunity to settle into their own selves, knowing the long walk to the Library will afford many questions of 'how did you sleep?' and 'what are we looking for today?'.

L'aiha does like to join her hand with Y'shtola's though; to feel that softer yet magic-worn skin. It's not exactly like the callouses of weaving or brandishing a blade, but it nevertheless speaks to her prowess and experience as a sorceress. Y'shtola never recoils, instead interlocking their fingers as she reads, and sometimes casting a smile L'aiha's way.

L'aiha can guess the weather before she sees it. She can smell when it has rained, can feel the lacking warmth when it's cloudy, and only feels perfectly like herself when neither is the case. Only when she can taste the scent of dry, blossoming flowers does her day begin on the highest note.

They will set out soon. In the Library is air that tastes both stale with desertion and tangy with magic. It smells pungently of dust, ever making her sneeze. It looks like a crypt, no matter how much she cleans as she goes. It sounds endless, bottomless; an abyss with the best of acoustics.

And it feels familiar. The books, the devices, the sprawling halls and winding stairs. She has been here many times; some remembered, but most predating her amnesia.

Yet, despite its decrepit, abandoned state, she is comfortable here. A memory unplaced, but familiar all the same.

[thefinalwitness]

i was inspired