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roerunner replied to your photoset:ARR Kinda Beginning to Sorta The End because...

Love the second one!

thanks! tbh it’s one of my favorite caps!

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roerunner started following you

holy shit I have to follow this qiqirn

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Louisoix and Y'shtola for Madelaine!

Louisoix: What is the greatest sacrifice my character has made?

     F’wolynn, my dearest companion, died far from my arms. The life I left behind in Gridania, I held no love for. I gave nothing at the Battle of Carteneau, despite the losses many of my sisters suffered. But those very same sisters… Aye, I could say I sacrificed my familial place in the Sirens to join the ranks of the Riskbreakers. T’was for the betterment of Eorzea, as I have reasoned with myself time and time again. But, as callous as this may sound… I have not lost overmuch. I have found sense of purpose and belonging with the Riskbreakers, and though I have been a quiet presence among their ranks, I feel a great attachment to my comrades. 

     My greatest sacrifice, then… may have been becoming Orlaise Perreault. Only the Twelve know how long I must keep my Ishgardian alias, and though I take pride in my mission, I miss dearly who I once was. The symbol of my freedom, the veiled tattoo over my eyes, diligently covered every morning by concealing dust. My once-bright red hair, that both F’wolynn and my captain so adored, dulled and darkened so as not to draw attention. I have sacrificed the woman that I have strove so hard to become all these years. To see these Elezen of the Shroud and of Ishgard regard me not with disdain but with honest respect… It eats at me. They look at me as the conjurers of the Fane looked to my mother, and it destroys me. To keep reserved and hide my aspirations, my ambitious nature… For the good of the Riskbreakers, I willingly sacrifice it.

Y’shtola: What’s the highest level of education my character as received?

     “Are ye some sort o’ assessor or summat?” I recall one of my sisters asking of me a few days into my initiation. They were struggling to read a new decree passed by the Admiral, and after I did so with ease, they stared at me with mingled suspicion and respect. Quite a few of these girls had scarcely learned the Eorzean alphabet, let alone learned to read a children’s book. Self taught, I told them, and I would be happy to teach them just the same. Of course, they did not need to know that I studied at home with my mother in Gridania, nor did I really want to bring light to it. But soon after this exchange with my sisters, I practiced adapting to their speech patterns, and their accent. I was born anew in Limsa Lominsa, and I sought everything that would be indicative of that.