Kay I give you uhhhhh Violet Moonstrider, she's a sylvari who's really tall and chipper and giddy about everything. She awakened and immediately died, then mallyx brought her back - but she doesn't let that dampen her mood :) she's pink with blue eyes that stare into your soul like a bug and has a white petals pixie cut and plant freckles that glow in the dark. She also miiiiight be slightly Glint-branded!
I have a new character that I instantly love, thank you so much :D :D
For Violet, I give you Ia! She's a sylvari sprout, meaning that she's still little (physically looks--and also acts--somewhere between 9 and 11 post-EoD), but she would think Violet was incredibly cool. Ia's an elementalist (weaver specifically) who loves to pull pranks and is a menace (/affectionate), and she's afraid of not being strong enough to protect herself, even though she already is. I think she could learn a lot from Violet (both good things and less good things) and that she'd enjoy spending time with her as long as Violet didn't mind!
Hi! And thank you for the prompt. I am in a fluff mood and I wanna write something for my mesmer nb wonder Airondile (in the left) and the Sweetest Ravenant Ever, Violet. They are a bit odd, but adorable and the fluffiest thing since cotton candy (also they are pink, aw yeah)
Edit: oh look, a short fic! :D
Violet is not mine but she has her own tag here!
It was a long time ago, the last time Airon could feel like this. The last time they could feel the sea and all its currents, the dampened current of dragon magic was everywhere, clustered in a claustrophobic crisis of existing without the force that created it. Siren’s Landing felt like ages ago. Another life, another continent, another world.
The endless shimmer of love Tahiel and Galahad shared while dancing in the beach was not there. The calm energy of Commander Steinbrecher was an oxymoron in Orr. The joy emanating from Commander Sirhasi and her human companions, the Family of Four-and-One, was forced while in the ruins. Even the unending light of Gialinn and Giralein was like a firefly, instead of the beacon in the horizon near the bungalow in the end of the bay.
There was, however, something that had not changed. Or better said, someone. Airon knew that if their lightless eyes, black as the endless depths, could be burned once more by the curse of dragon magic, it would not matter. No matter what happened, there would always be a light in the darkness, warm and soft and corageous as the sun at dawn. Violet, the Moon Strider. Dearheart, loved and beloved, she whom loved them deeply.
A shy smile graced their features as Airon moved closer to her, feeling the sweetness of her laughter as a balm for bad memories. Her scent could soothe even the most frayed of nerves, and as every time before that, Airon promised to keep its memory forever ingrained in their mind.
“A silver for your thoughts~“ said Violet, her smile making Airon feel butterflies in their whole being “Did you see something special, Airon?“
“Yes. I have. And I have always been seeing something special“
Violet gasped softly, her eyer opening in surprise “Oh, what is it? Did you see the pattern of magic around the sun? The way the funny magic of others works? Or did you see Mallyx being a meanie with us again?“
“No, is something more beautiful, more interesting and really far more kind than any of that, Vee“ The way in which she went lost in thought was adorable, and they could not help but hug her, taking the chance to whisper in her ear.
“It was you, Vee. It has always been you, even in the worst times, you have always been the star in my eyes, the reason why I have never been truly lost~“
Violet blushed, she got flustered, and finally,she laughed, and her gorgeous laughter was anything but shy.
You now know fear.
A fear which wasn’t meant to happen.
It is true; though I saw it all, I can’t stop the flow of time.
But you will live through this all, my child.
The Mists embraced you once, and you came back. You will live through it all.
Vee had some lore updates since last chapter. After her visions of Kralkatorrik in the Mists, something started to grow on her...
Serimon recieved another burned pod, and as Giralein, hero of the war against Zhaitan, broke it open, he had to grab onto the fragile body of another dead child. There were still spots on her arms and legs of a dark, undetermined color, but the magic burned most of it; like a tree on a fire, her skin was clear and almost as white as her hair.
"So sad," Serimon muttered, caressing her cheek. Giralein couldn’t speak, looking at her soft face. It seemed as if she was just sleeping. "A life is always precious. But losing one so young... it’s heartbreaking."
He carried her where the rest of the bodies layed in the center of the clearing, carefully letting her to rest with her siblings forever. He then nodded at Giralein, to carry on with their sad duty.
Suddenly, however, Violet opened her eyes, gasping for air. She stood up from beside the bodies, victims of Mordremoth, seemingly not noticing the amount of dead saplings; her spindly legs moved with the determination of an older soul as a dark fog surrounded her, enveloping her, but unable to get into her. Her eyes, wide and bright, looked for something with persistence.
Serimon stood up from another broken pod, clearing dewey sweat from his forehead, when he saw her. He couldn’t help but to take a step back, startled at the sudden darkness that swallowed Caledon Forest’s light; a gigantic shape, a blob of darkness, poisonous thorns coated in demonic poison, lurking so close to The Groove and to his weakened Mother.
An old soul. A terrible enemy. A consumer of life, destroyer of sanities. Waiting, eagerly, for when the time came to walk the earth once more.
Giralein turned too, when he felt Serimon's fear. But he only saw a child, the child he had helped to carry towards the rest of the dead.
"Is this a miracle?" he muttered, hurrying to meet her.
"I'm looking for my friend... my love... I-I'm looking for them," she said, opening wide her light blue eyes, full of wonder. "Have you seen them?"
While Giralein hugged her, Serimon couldn’t tell if it was a miracle, or something more sinister. But she seemed strong; strong enough to survive the Shadow of the Dragon, strong enough to hold a demon inside her.
Violet Moonstrider - the darkness is hers to command.
