Mar 3, 2019
Location: Q'talhdi's Portfolio
Note: "City vs Tribe - not always an easy mix."
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Location: Q'talhdi's Portfolio
Note: "City vs Tribe - not always an easy mix."
Current blog list and info
Heya everyone! I've got a few other FFXIV related blogs aside from this one, for those that are interested in checking them out.
@chocobodreams - the home of WARK! Magazine and my main blog. Mostly IC and where we post things like events and the magazine itself
@cdimaginarium - The Imaginarium is the adventure branch of Chocobos Dreams. It's purely IC, and not updated much at the moment, oops.
@picturarium - Q'talhdi's picture portfolio. Fully IC. The story of her pictures is that she uses a 'picture box', which is a camera that is part alchemy, part machina based, that takes rough images which she then paints over.
True to their word the fine... journalists? I uh... yeah... the people Q’talhdi put forward did indeed come out. I gave them each a set of Aetherspecs though instead of void activity what we encountered was infinitely more dangerous. A pair of amal’jaa, moving stealthily and dragging a sack of what later appeared to be a lalafell fell upon us. I’m not certain we’d have seen them without the specs but it did help us avoid ambush.
Once the battle was done we retreated back to civilization. I had no answers, but once this tiny man wakes I’m sure we’ll have more questions than we can handle.
@eorzean-tale
My first meeting with Q’talhdi was an interesting one. She didn’t have the information I sought but she took things a step further. Instead the huntress offered her crew and a chance to investigate the social and aetherical power fluctuations surrounding Highbridge.
Once my payment was sent the excursion was all-but cemented. Even so she’s an odd puk. I couldn’t tell if she was mocking me or helping me. Still, a deal’s a deal.
@chocobodreams
Prompt #5 Show of Hands
It happened too quickly for anyone to react on time. One moment, the child had been swimming and laughing, without a worry in the world. The next, they were gone.
It was impossible to tell if she had been snagged by a predator, or the current itself. The sea was a fickle home, providing food and freedom, only to take it away with storm, beast, pirate, or current without warning.
Her mother wept, and the sept respectfully looked away. Puks don't cry, everyone knows that. Q'talhdi knew it, even as the lump in her throat made it harder to breathe. Though they believed words are like rain, with the same power to soothe and ease one's worries, none were offered for the mother's grief. Time would have to be the one to heal this sorrow. The sept just stood around her, each member holding a hand against the woman in silent support. Young, old, male, or female, their vigil was as unwavering as it was silent.
Prompt #3: Adytum
She wasn’t listening anymore, even though she tried to. It was just too unsettling. Too outlandish. Even after moons in the city, some of the beliefs and ideas held by the people she thought of as ‘city folk’ could still catch her off guard. Q’talhdi felt a need to argue, to make them see her side of things. It rose like bile in her throat, threatening to spill over despite her best efforts to keep it in.
A deep breath, and then... the feeling of her fingers on the mark on her forehead. She had instinctively reached for it. Her people believed the mark a reflection of her being, her very soul, and the story of her past, present, and future. It was but a pale reflection, but it gave her strength and helped her remember what she was here to do.
She smiled at the ranting city slicker, no longer troubled by their words at all. As long as she had her mark, she carried her innermost sanctuary with her wherever she went.
Prompt #2 Silenced
He wouldn't stay down.
If he had only stayed down…
What choice was there, if he kept getting up?
How much can a body handle until fists no longer meet much resistance?
She lamented the fact that she knew the answer, tossing and turning in her furs. Puks don't cry, everyone knows this, but tears spilled freely when she was asleep. It was a torture forced upon her by her own mind, to keep reliving the moment when he was silenced. Under the cool light of Menphina, memories haunt.
I take too many screenshots
Friends talking and seeing a sign with @tirocupidus