#oghanabolir

[orghanabolir]

On Stage

Minii naizuud, I write once again of my exploits on the stage. I rehearsed, and rehearsed, and rehearsed even more so that I might perform to my best. I made many mistakes in my rehearsals. I believe this effort was rewarded, for I saw many dance along with me when I sang. Though I am content with my work, I shall work ever harder in these days away from the Steppes.

Many were the performers on the stage at the Talley. I was excited to see so many different types of performers: instrumentalists, singers, dancers . . . it was a varied group, and I was honored to be among them. There were other Xaela performers as well. Aa! Their tribes should be proud of their efforts this night. (I must admit, I do not know if they be Steppe Xaela, or Eorzean born . . . yet I am sure their ancestors watch over them either way).

This was but my second time singing in Eorzean, but I hope my words were strong and clear. My first song was one I found which made me think of my own experiences in battle. My second was a song of longing to live for the moment, as who knows what the future might bring? I know not if the words and meaning meant the same to others as they do to me, but I did my best to serve the will of the songwriter.

The Talley has found a new and larger home, but the sense of friendship and welcoming is unaltered. I hope they were pleased with my work.

I met a Miqo’te woman named Miss Vylette who complimented me on my performance after the show. It was startling to hear such remarks from a stranger. Dusk Mother forgive me, but I enjoyed it perhaps more than I should. It is best to be humble. Then I saw the hearthmistress of the Shroudrose in the crowd, which was a surprise, but not so surprising as the fact that she remembered me from visiting her tea shop! I do not generally feel that I make an impression on people in my day to day life. Perhaps it is because Lambchop was with me when I visited. Lambchop makes an impression quite often.

I have been asked to sing at a Xaela festival in Reunion on the Steppes. I am concerned that some from my tribe might be there. Should word get to my parents about my singing and dancing . . . But I could not say no when asked. I must decide now what Xaela songs I will perform. And others spoke to me as well about performing. I find myself feeling confused about many things quite suddenly. I do not know how to reconcile these two worlds in which I live with one another, and I do not know where to turn for advice.

Sain yavaarai, minii naizuud. I shall retire for the day now, and contemplate the future.

(Thanks to @xivriftdancer​ and @mugishalffull​ for the screenshots! And thanks to @tenebrous-xiv​ for letting Orghana perform!)

[orghanabolir]

So Many Places to Sleep!

Tomorrow is move-in day in the dorms at Silvergrace. I decided to accept a room assignment, though I already have more than one place to put my head down at night. It does seem as though there might be times when it would be better to stay there, as opposed to traveling back to the Goblet to sleep at the Bleating Lamb. While I do not fear to travel the roads (and woe to the Coeurlclaw that should think me an easy prey), it would clearly be prudent to avoid a journey should the hour be late.

I am not sure what it will be like to share a room with others, in particular others who are not related to me. Of course, on the Steppes, the family yurt was quite crowded, but I imagine what is acceptable among family members could be troublesome for those assigned to the same room with me. I shall need to discover what is and is not allowed.

It will be a period of adjustment, I think, although I am sure that I will still be sleeping at the Lamb often, and even on occasion staying in my yurt outside of Shirogane when I must travel there for business.

However, though I have a number of places in which to sleep, I am not likely to think of any of them as "home." When I think of home, it is still the Steppes that I see in my head. But I do wonder . . . if I were to visit my family there, would I feel the same? Or would the once-familiar grass of the Sea of Blades be as a stranger to me now?