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IT’S YA BOI, EGGNOG
“Are you serious? Right in front of my salad?”
❛ Everything is funny, if you can laugh at it. ❜ - Kip!
“that may be true, but kip–”
she pauses for a moment, watching the younger miqo’te as she opens her mentors hair gel bottle. should lorelei stop her? it was probably the right thing to do, considering she was still a new resident at the twin seasons…
but honestly, where was the fun in that?
lorelei smiles, a glimmer of mischief in her visible eye. “make sure to shake it real well after, so the dye disperses evenly.” the bard recommends, having done this prank numerous times on others before.
NAME: Kipih Kiht AGE: 14 HEIGHT: 4 fulms, 6 ilms. SPECIES: Miqo’te (Seeker x Keeper) GENDER: Female NAMEDAY: 16th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon RESIDENCE: @latrouvaillefc [Balmung] MARITAL STATUS: Single ALIGNMENT: Neutral-Good DRINK: Iced Pineapple Juice FOOD: Lamb Stew DAY OR NIGHT: Day SNACKS: Anything honey-pickled! PET: A Spriggan named Sprout. COLOR: Green, Black and Orange! FLOWER: Daisies SEXUALITY: Heterosexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Hetero-romantic BODY TYPE: Lean, always on the run! EYE COLOR: Blue HAIR COLOR: Ginger
TAGGED BY: @fatewalker the bb (im late) TAGGING: literally everyone
THE OG SQUAD OF @latrouvaillefc !!! (PLUS @titus-artorius cameo hes basically a member)
Shiloh and Galaihaurat Titus, Valon and Eleum Saren and Sakima
All done by PandaMadu at Artists and clients (https://artistsnclients.com/slots/9574)
We look like a 90s anime squad and I LOVE IT.
(REBLOG TO SHILOHS BLOG)
@braumstrong put some new decor in the yard and shiloh doesn’t like not being consulted first.
more Shenanigans with @latrouvaillefc
At the end of the day, Shiloh and Aelorelle ( @aelorellevallancourt ) Are just two ladies trying to run serious businesses in the shroud.
LET ME IN!!! I HAVE TO GO PEE.
“Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.”
feat. @vaindelaux
HAPPY BIRTHDAY VALON! (TODAY, 6/25! Go wish this handsome dragoon the happiest of birthdays - he deserves it <3)
Roleplay Info ; Lorelei Syren.
» BASICS Name: Lorelei Syren Race: Miqo’te, mixed Seeker & Keeper Gender: Female Age: ~25 Home: Gridania Deity: Oschon the Wanderer Job: Bard Height: 5 fulms & 4 ilms
( more under the cut !! )
Keep reading
I had to do it to ‘em. Pt. 3 of Eleum’s rampage of not being able to progress into Stormblood MSQ. @titus-artorius
Stormblood is off to a great start
La Trouvaille is recruiting!
Apart from weary travelers, the Twin Seasons houses more permanent residents in la Trouvaille - an aspiring band of heroes birthed of the conflict in Ishgard. The free company, a brain child of siblings of the Artorian family, nearly disbanded when the elder sibling Sakima went headlong into the Dravanian conflict. Shiloh, the sibling younger, picked up the pieces of her broken family and amidst escalating class tensions, fled to the Shroud to maintain the Twin Seasons. Inexperienced and inadequately funded, she was forced to exhaust all possible odd jobs to remain in business.
Even so, Shiloh never turned away a hungry traveler. With time the inn was made home by regular suitors - many of whom chose to pledge themselves indefinitely to la Trouvaille. Though these members are free to come and go as they please, nights are spent gathered together to share drink and song; it is a gentle encounter in a realm oft marred by the stampede of war, that home is where the heart it. - trouvaille (n.) something lovely discovered by chance; a windfall
La Trouvaille is a tight-knit community of like-minded players sharing their experiences in Eorzea. Armed with a casual PvE focus and an RP backlight, our Free Company strives to build each other up and succeed in Stormblood!
Currently recruiting:
Any adventurer looking for a place to call home; come experience what Eorzea has to offer with a laid back, friendly group of people!
For those more PVE focused, our static aims to raid at 11:30pm-2:00 EST and currently lack one final tank. Warrior/Dark Knight preferred as we have a Paladin in place. Those looking to play back up or swap in as needed are always welcome!
Social Media:
Guild Site
Our Tumblr!
We can’t wait to hear from you! See you all in Stormblood!
We’re recruiting, everyone! :^D Feel free to hit me up if you have any questions, here or in-game (Shiloh Artorian)
Frosted windows shook quietly against the wind of Ishgard. Cold breezes that swept up the snow in soft flurries that danced across the stone walkways and decorated the tight corners of each frame that peered over the pillars. Though the estate had been quiet since the departure of children, it was never so silent. A lone clock chimed in the hall, the crackle of flames in the hearth that sat in the center of the bedroom was meant to give warmth and comfort. It offered nothing now but illumination on the parchment that the old elezen held in his hand. The armchair held his looming finger, bent over as he stared at the letter as if he had misunderstood it the first few times he’d read it. Yet, it was all plainly stated in elegant writing.
Lord and Lady Oraguille,
We extend our deepest apologies to the recent loss…
Over and over the words were traced with his eyes, yet even after three days he was still unable to process it.
The doorway framed his wife, ever elegant in her fine linens and lace, though she’d donned dark blues and blacks since the courier had arrived. In her still-smooth hands, she held another cup of tea for her beloved husband, stepping forward to set it on the small side table next to the man’s chair. Nothing was said as no words could soothe him now, only the clinking of three other cold cups of drink were carefully picked up to be taken to the maids in the hallway.
Cosette had known long before the letter arrived. The cold ping in her heart and the feeling of absence had alerted her that she’d lost yet another of her loves. This time, however, they were not simply gone from home to be missed for a brief period of time. Her handmaidens bowed and excused themselves as she stepped toward the library, closing the door but for a crack while making her way back to the desk tucked next to the multiple bookshelves. With pen in hand, she adjusted herself over the unfinished writing and took a deep breath, once more attempted to reach out to her last.
To my beloved son…
My dearest Galaihaurat,
I apologize for not writing you more often. As a mother, it is my duty to keep in touch so that you do not lose your recognition of home. Ishgard stands among a small civil unrest after the events of our treaty with the dragons, but you are well aware of what would come with such exchange of handshakes.
But it is not why I write you.
I’ve no words for what I am to tell you. It aches my heart to not have you here where your father and I need you. I hope that you are among friends that will extend a hand for I am not sure how you will take this news.
My love, we have received confirmation they have found your sister. At least, all that was found of her in the last place she was known to stand. Forgive me for my failings as a mother to protect you both, for the inability of me as a parent to lead you into safety and for my ignorance in believing the evils of the world would not claim my children.
Your father sits now in loss. He has not eaten nor drank in three days since the letter arrived. I beg of you, come home. If not for me, for your father.
With My Love,
Your Mother
As the quill clinked into the inkwell, Cosette lifted the edge of the paper to fold it. Her finger slipped against the edge as a loud crash came from down the hall, causing her to leap upward and throw open the door as one of her maids returned her gaze in horror.
Cosette stepped into the bedroom, finding her husband on his knees with the note ripped in half while he sobbed. The chair lay on its back, tea splayed across the floor. She stood with her hand to her heart, unable to bear the sight of her husband so broken. A man who had put everything behind his children, now suffering the loss of his only daughter. With a quick inhale, Cosette turned to usher the maids away, closing the door as she moved to gather up her husband against her chest while he clung to her.
Please.
She swallowed her tears, brushing her fingers through his white hair and rocking softly.
Please, come home.
@honourateventide
The only sound was the soft snapping of the hearth. Its warm glow was the only source of light in the dim study. Most had ether left or retreated to their own chambers for the evening, and the company proprietress found herself alone in Galaihaurat’s office.
Shiloh was careful with the parchment - it was never meant for her eyes, though her intentions were surely pure. There had been…questionable sorts of people searching for Galaihaurat in the Shroud, and she only wished to protect him–that he may not be troubled by the plights of the city he left behind. She had opened the letter to him from Ishgard - though now she wished it had never come at all.
Why now?
She leaned forward as she once more read over the elegantly penned letter. Hoping that perhaps she misread - perhaps there was something there that wasn’t there before. To no avail, it was exactly as she understood it. With trembling hands, she placed the letter onto the coffee table before her. She leaned forward to rest her elbows upon her knees, running her fingers through her hair and pulling lightly in frustration.
Why is this happening now?
There was no question in the matter - she could not keep this from him. No matter how easy it would be to throw the letter into the fire and watch her worry burn away. No matter how close they were to departing for Gyr Abania. No matter how tempting it was to try and protect his heart that already went through too much.
She waited in his office as she often did. Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours. Her stomach crumpled in dread like a used paper bag and she leaned her head back to try and force back a few frustrated tears as she realized that for the first time in her life, she was terrified to see him.
Shiloh was snapped out of her disbelief by the soft creaking of distant footsteps. An attempt to regain composure was rallied, however late it was; Galaihaurat swung open the parlour doors to find a disheveled Shiloh.
“Aught amiss?” he asked. “Ye seem shaken, at fore a malady? What ailes thee?” “I wish not so speak of it, but to..” she trailed off, “…simply let you read it.”
Shiloh led Galaihaurat over to his desk, where an elegant parchment sat delicately on top. The Oraguille coat of arms marked the parcel alongside the crest of House Hallienarte. Perplexed, disquiet flooded the room, all sounds came to a stop, all but white noise had drowned. He opened a drawer from within his desk and produced a letter opener.
The tearing of paper was never so loud.
The significance of the letter poured from its pages, a turbulent wave of emotion ran its destructive course through Galaihaurat. Time froze like the air in Coerthas and tore breath from his lungs.
“Fain’d am I to find my dear sister hath given her life for what she believe’d in. Fie’d am I to learn of the those who perpetrated her deathknells.” he sunk in his chair, the weight of his family’s loss bowing in his chest.
“If you are to return to Ishgard, we all would understand… it is your duty as their-”
“Nay - naught ‘twould be gain’d from returning to the Holy See - mine oath is now to Eorzea,” he paused amidst tears, “Shanarah fled Ishgard for the same purpose I lack’d heretofore.. No longer shall I sit pretty ‘pon the high seats of the Pillars, playing chess to gain honour. Certes, I shall seeketh mine own stake in this world… for her.”
Silence wafted in the room like stale incense, neither Galaihaurat nor Shiloh spoke - his declaration of independence from Ishgard, with tears in tow, sang like a chorus of uncaged canaries.
So they sat, devastated by the loss of one so dear, crumbled by the weight of obligation, stalwart in their path forward.