#support. merry

[nagavoice]

[ DANCE ] While Midsommar traditions began in the Empire and spread gradually across Fódlan, each country has its own Midsommar song and dance around the fire. Follow your house’s traditions, or bring in a little something from home.

midsommar 2022

          IT TAKES ONLY A FEW MOMENTS FOR Tiki to recognize this dance. As Merric guides her through a waltz, its steps graceful and precise, memory instantly blooms within her senses. Like a furtive bud giving way to the morning light. Tiki allows herself to bask in its memory.

          "I know this dance," she says softly as Merric leads her into a twirl, "It's from our Marth's kingdom, isn't it?" she nods, "It's quite a bit outdated, I'm afraid. The people of my time know something a bit different."

          She hums while continuing their shared movement. Then, without a word, the steps shift. Tiki slowly takes over, her hands going to Merric's shoulders as she tugs him into a quicker, more modern rhythm. Their bodies press closer together in an almost-embrace, and Tiki can't help the twinkling laugh that shines through her voice. It must feel so strange for him, and for those who had remained untouched by time. Grateful is she, then, that she could bring them witness to such a miracle; the miracle of the future they had all fought so bitterly to win.

          "Here's what the people do now. It's more contemporary, wouldn't you say?" Tiki muses, before twirling him, "I do enjoy how this minuet has evolved. It's grown to be much more fun. Its joy is parallel to that of the people."

[nagavoice]

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

             HAD SHE BEEN ANY OLDER she thinks she would have been a bit more compliant to his will. Yes; perhaps any older version of her would have understood the great importance of what Mr. Merry was doing. Unfortunately for the both of them, he catches her at a point in time wherein she is vastly undeveloped— and has quite a ways to go. Tiki startles at the sudden finger that presses upon her lips, jumping backwards and letting out a great yelp. The dragonling pouts at the wind mage, her cheeks puffed up.

            "Merry!" she frowns, pushing his hand away, "What are you doing? Why are we hiding?"

            She grabs his hands, and tugs him out of the alleyway corner that they hide behind. In the new light that they stand under, her dragonstone glints.

            "Come on, we have to fight! For Mar-Mar and the others!" she lets out a laugh, confident and bright, and points at her stone, "Don't worry; Tiki will protect you."