YoshiP is homophobic because I can't just ignore every mechanic in M2

It was north of the Silver Bazaar in Western Thanalan, off to the side of the road where Flidais's first memory began.

of opening her eyes to the desert heat, confused and disoriented. It was this out of the way spot, where wandering coblyn's roam that the woman who would become the Warrior of Light appeared.

She would make her way to Ul'dah, become a thaumaterge, become the saviour of this star.

it was this unassuming place she escaped the Void and forever lost her memories.

sometimes she comes back here, just to marvel at how far she has come.

The late afternoon sun beat down over the Silver Bazaar. The residents busied about, chatting and doing their daily chores. A faint growing rumble caused heads to turn, as a ceruleum engine motorcycle pulled into the area. Sitting atop the bike was a muscular pink haired Viera. The woman waved, shaking her head and reaching up to adjust the long floppy ears on her head as she freed them from a helmet. Kikipu, a Lalafell women with purple hair beamed and called out.

“Well look who it is! Flidais! It’s been sometime! How are you doing, gorgeous?” The Lala set down the basket she was carrying and walked over. The tall Viera waved, then shifted the large axe on her back. Gently she placed it next to the parked bike, then knelt down to hug her friend tightly

“OOF! I swear, you get stronger every time you stop by. Keep it up and ye’ll crush me!” Kikipu covered her mouth as she laughed aloud. Flidais Oakclamber simply smiled and tapped her fist over her chest three times. She stood, and reached into the pack of her motorcycle producing a wrapped bundle. With a wink and sly tilt of her head she handed the package over. Once freed her hands moved to speak in sign language, the primary way the Viera spoke since losing her voice to a Garlean blade.

[Dark Pretzels for everyone! I’ll be in my spot. Lovely to see you] The Lalafell woman gasped and slapped Flidais on her thigh.

“It’s been far too long! Everyone will love to have some of your special Dark Pretzels again luv. I’ll keep everyone busy and occupied for a couple o’ bells, go get your alone time beautiful. Just make sure to come tell us all of your travels later!” Opening the package and pulling one of the baked treats from within, Kikipu took a big bite and wandered off to distribute to the citizens of the Bazaar. Grinning from ear to ear, Flidais walked past the bazaar. Waving nodding back to any who greeted her, the Viera woman made her way to the cliff edge and with a sigh she sat down.

So much was happening, and so often. She just needed a moment to sit and rest. To think about everything. Her gaze carried out over the water, to the distant islands, to the Castrum to the far right. How had it only been a few years since she’d joined the team storming that Castrum? To when she’d avenged her first love, the first time her Voidtouched traits had manifested? Her wings and horns bursting forth as she’d fought, throwing spell after spell to stop sas Junius. Her actions and rage had led to rumors and horror stories about a primal or demon the Grand Companies had summoned to stop the Garleans. A being of Chaos with giant wings and claws. She sighed and turned her gaze back to the bazaar.

Three Summers, Nearly 4 had occurred since she first woke up just north of here. Where she opened her eyes in the dirt, in tattered robes. Lost and with no memories she’d sat there until a passing merchant had called out to her. He’d made sure she was okay then offered to take her to Ul’dah. She’d agreed of course. A city was the best place to find people, to learn who she was. It was there she’d joined the Adventurer’s Guild, and trained as a Thaumaterge. The beginning of her entire life.

The Viera let her eyes continue to follow the horizon line. For only being around for the time she had, she felt like she’d lived a lifetime accommodating her century and a half of age. If only she had the memories of most of that time. Her mind wandered from the stressful times to the joy, as it often did. To her wife, her partners. Thoughts of the Scions and her found family. All her loved ones and friends and comrades she’d met. A tear ran down her cheek, one of happiness and a satisfied life. Her short fuzzy tail wiggled in joy, and she pulled a violin from her neary pack. With a deep breath, she began to play.

The residents of the bazaar smiled, and some began to hum or sing along. This was an uncommon occurrence, but one they looked forward too. Flidais would come, bring them food and stories of her adventures, or sit by the cliff and play. She was a quiet woman, but the kind you couldn’t help but to smile around. Her grin and positive attitude were infectious. Kikipu wondered what new places the Veira had seen, What new horizons and sights she could tell them about. It was shaping up to be a fine evening indeed.