Local Blue Mage astounded and disturbed to learn that her erstwhile teacher might actually be competent at magic after all.
New blog, same scales.
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Side blog of Wordybird, dedicated to FF14-related things! Expect pictures, words, reblogs, all the usuals. Arashi Washi (and Stalwart Mountain) on Excalibur, Fareena Hagen on Midgardsormr. Most active now on Tumblr (storms-path). See you around.
Did you know it's WolLyse week over the next seven days? Because I fuckin' didn't! Time to dust off the old word typing thing and get smashing them keys!
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Lyse awoke to the sound of combat.
This wasn’t particularly unusual, given she was sleeping in her wife’s private quarters in the school. Training would-be adventurers in the ways of self-defence was the aim of those hallowed halls, after all. But two things about the clamour were. Firstly, the voice she could hear crying out in rage and frustration was unfamiliar to her. Lyse wasn’t familiar enough to put names to the faces of all of Arashi’s students, but she had learned to differentiate their voices. Arashi wasn’t looking to enrol anyone else, if her constant complaints about full hands were anything to go by.
Secondly, there was only one voice, but from the ring of steel against steel there were clearly two combatants. Meaning Arashi herself was locked in battle with an interloper.
Adrenaline spiked, panic gave speed. Lyse was moving before she could think. It took mere moments for the red-tinged blur to reach the source of the noise. Sure enough, Arashi was present. As was a large, lanky Raen boy, armed with a katana and screaming in fury. Trying desperately to find a way through Arashi’s guard. Failing.
knock knock knock
…
Knock Knock Knock
…
BANG BANG BANG
…
“Sanda, I know you’re there! Stop ignoring me, this is important!”
Sanda cursed silently. She had been so certain she’d been able to hide her presence. How had Arashi kno-
Sanda looked to see Arashi staring at her from the window. The window with completely undrawn curtains. That would do it. With a particular look cast in her sister’s direction, she stalked over to the door and opened it. Arashi practically scampered over to it from her porthole position. She was grinning, which was worrying enough in and of itself, but she was also bouncing from foot to foot. Something was definitely wrong.
“What brings you to Doma?” was Sanda’s wary greeting. The Warriors of Light had gone their separate ways until passage to Old Sharlayan could be booked, and as far as Sanda knew it had not yet been arranged. And yet here Arashi was, either about to tell her to pack her bags, or… Sanda wasn’t quite sure. Which was what worried her.
“I’m getting married! Come on!” Arashi snatched Sanda’s arm, practically dragging her out of her front door.
Did you know it's WolLyse week over the next seven days? Because I fuckin' didn't! Time to dust off the old word typing thing and get smashing them keys!
This post has content warnings for: 2.5 Spoilers (Post-Trial), ARR Spoilers.
This post has content warnings for: End of Endwalker Spoilers, 6.0 Spoilers.
This post has content warnings for: End of Endwalker Spoilers (Again), 6.0 Spoilers.
This post contains 18+ content. You can view it if you're over 18.
Lyse awoke to the sound of combat.
This wasn’t particularly unusual, given she was sleeping in her wife’s private quarters in the school. Training would-be adventurers in the ways of self-defence was the aim of those hallowed halls, after all. But two things about the clamour were. Firstly, the voice she could hear crying out in rage and frustration was unfamiliar to her. Lyse wasn’t familiar enough to put names to the faces of all of Arashi’s students, but she had learned to differentiate their voices. Arashi wasn’t looking to enrol anyone else, if her constant complaints about full hands were anything to go by.
Secondly, there was only one voice, but from the ring of steel against steel there were clearly two combatants. Meaning Arashi herself was locked in battle with an interloper.
Adrenaline spiked, panic gave speed. Lyse was moving before she could think. It took mere moments for the red-tinged blur to reach the source of the noise. Sure enough, Arashi was present. As was a large, lanky Raen boy, armed with a katana and screaming in fury. Trying desperately to find a way through Arashi’s guard. Failing.