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The safe space of a smol town woof and host of the Swifttail Collective. Photography under the brand Hat Lion photos and is a Collective wide collaboration. Based in Michigan. Periodically talks about FFXIV, random thoughts, feelings and so on. Perpetually struggling to figure ones self out and make sense of the world and lived experiences. Collective members post every so often. HRT: 7 Feb 2022

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FFXIV Crystal/Malboro

• Ashie Treabault- Knights of the Claw (Crystal/Malboro, Mist W9 P3)

• Summer Magic (Ashie's Partner, Crystal/Malboro)


When I first started mining and working with the Land in general, I never thought I would fall in love with it. Having learned everything I can for now with mining. I set out for a new challenge and to learn something else. But what? As I was in Gridania at the time I set my eyes on Botany and further growing my love for what the land had to offer.

Much like with mining, I've learned so much in such a short time. Perfecting my skills while traveling and exploring the different regions. There's something about working with the Land that calms and relaxes me.

It wasn't always like this and I know in another entry I mentioned taking up mining as a hobby and something to do when I needed a break. That was only half true as I would later find out upon entering Coerthas for the first time.

I could tell upon entering the region that something was different. I don't mean the dramatic shift in climate either. I couldn't place it and it was slowly growing inside me and starting to take control.

Was it because of what took place at the Waking Sands? Was it from being reminded of my homeland or at least at the time what I thought were my memories of my homeland? I wasn't sure, but needed to find out.

Quickly making my way back to my room at the Canopy where most of my things had been. Using the rooms at the inn's like a base of operations as it were. I started looking through my old journals.

Many of them had seen better days and some ending abruptly for some strange reason? Weird? I muttered to myself. I wasn't sure what I was looking for? Fragments of memories coming back of past adventures, some of which were under a different name or like it was a different person altogether, but still in my hand writing.

After spending what felt like ages, pouring over the pages I hadn't turned up much on why this feeling was so familiar to me. There was nothing about my life prior to starting my adventures. Almost like I never existed before then or like that past self whomever they were was erased from history altogether?

Until next time, stay safe travellers 🧡
Ashie Treabault


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