Living without Restriction

A new adventure with new prizes.

Exploring the new tower, reaching new heights and she found the beauty of a flower within. It was tossed aside, only to be left behind and trampled on anyways. She hadn’t taken much thought when she brought it out with her, but now it was  Tucked into her hair, Ferrah looked upon the tower with a new rigor.

“ No matter what happens, I always find myself returning back here. Despite the pain and fear, Ishgard will always remain my home. No longer will I allow fear to control me and keep me at bay. It’s only right I take up the fight to defend it! ”

No way!! You’re still alive !! Aaah~!! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AND YOU FOUND ME AGAIN !! MY CHILD RETURNS!

   ‹  < ♕ >  IDYLLSHIRE, pray tell do you remember the name? Nay, but the aether surging beneath their feet. How the elementals gathered to greet a familiar friend; blind glare could not make out the details of encountered ruins, & yet one knew what once had existed here. – HOME. To her but a word; aye, own definition of ‘home’ was but a cave alongside a woman oh so SCORNFUL when angered but wise & caring when calmed. To think one would return after YEARS only to glare through darkness tracing bright energy rifts – fate’s wicked wiles sometimes truly left her wondering. && they danced, they twirled akin to dust in the wind. Spirits levitating & turning to offer their salutations to a CONJURER otherwise known as the most CULTURED among them all.

        Arms had folded beneath own heaving chest whilst she pondered oh so idly. The archon could sense the decay in every pore, in every stone & stick around her. It seemed OVERWHELMING, this sentiment of corruption & DEMISE. – cue a hum, the dip of one’s chin ears merely flicking as soon as their WARRIOR OF LIGHT addressed her. Scorched glare rose, wandered to meet comrade’s radiantly burning frame. Ah, observe how the energy changes form & color to build new masses / SHAPES to capture companion’s essence. – Teeth ground, prompting the fingers around her waist to DIG into pristine cloth; these headaches grew more fierce everyday.

        ❛ – ‘twould seem you live up to your reputation, o noble warrior. ❜ – a jest, followed by lips curling to form a smirk.  ❛ Aye, a scholar is more suited for paperwork, I dare say. Albeit I strive to prove the opposite. ❜ nay, to hurt herself THE ELEMENTALS simply would not do. Not when they were oh so aware of WHO she was.  ❛ Worry not, Ferrah. I will gladly busy myself elsewhere. ❜

↽────Ferrah felt the slight flush at the title. Noble Warrior hardly seemed fit for an Elezen runaway that merely got wrapped up in this due to her inability to let things rest. Staff was pulled off her back, a good distraction for herself to ignore the teasing title her fellow Scion gave. Perhaps she had sounded too cocky, however that was never her intent. She could never have accomplished what she had without the help of everyone else-- despite what the others might state. 

               “ You certainly do a wondrous job no matter what it is you do. ” The Warrior replied, offering a gentle smile. She hoped Y’shtola wouldn’t take her prior comment as thinking the Miqo’te couldn’t handle herself, after all, Ferrah firmly believed the other could easily handle such a task. No, she still worried for her after such a travel, and the strange feeling she held certainly didn’t help her worry about something being off. Still, she did have a job to do, and the sooner she finished it, the sooner they could be on their way. 

                 A light smile adorned the Warrior’s lips as she pulled the staff off her back. She could clear out these golems with either her sword or staff, but perhaps her White Mage magic would better suit fighting stone. After all, she didn’t want to needlessly dull her blade down striking it against stone all day. Ferrah looked back at Y’shtola once more before turning towards the path where the first Golem lay.

              “ I suppose I had better get to it then. I’ll be back in no time and we’ll be on our way once more. We’ll try to keep this a shorter detour than most of our road blocks go.  ” They had enough things get in their way and delay them in the past, Ferrah was determined to ensure this wouldn’t be one of them-- even IF the desire to stay away from the Foundation was tempting. Though, in that case, the former Noble would rather leave this land completely and avoid running into unwanted attention anyways. 

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         —  ALL EYES ON HER.  returning to the golden city - state of ul’dah, home of the flames, she ignores those that stare. it wasn’t a rare occurrence ; a non native to the land of eorzea, there are times she wonders if some have never seen or heard of her kind. though she sees others, even those with white scales to contrast her own, they certainly aren’t in large quantities like some others.  ( her attire surely doesn’t help any… looks she may get, either. )

         not allowing this to further bother her past a gentle sigh of exasperation, returning her sword  &  shield to their standby place. ul’dah was no place for needless fights, even if some may try. the aetheryte continues its spin as she walks from it, making her way up the stairs with a sway of her long tail.

         she stops.

         having reached the point between the stairs  &  the upward walkway to the main walkway, feet halt in their tracks as skin tingles  &  calls to her. her tail flicks, she has a need to rub her neck, but altani remains still for some time. that is, before turning to her side, sharp gaze meeting an elezens.  “ may i …. help you? “

↽────Perhaps she had sat there long enough. The Elezen figured perhaps it was time to finally get to her feet once more and be productive. She had quite a bit to attend to before she could return to her group’s home. Just before she could stand, a figure caught her attention. Dressed in an ornate Knight outfit, Ferrah normally wouldn’t pay too much attention. However, the tail was certainly one she wasn’t too used to seeing in Ul’dah. It was just a momentary glance of curiosity, however appeared to be enough to catch the other’s attention. 

                 Hand rose with a shake of her head to try and wave off the question. “ No, sorry. I was just enjoying people watching and your uniform looked stunning on you, couldn’t help but notice. ” She spoke lightly, hoping to show that she held no ill-intent. Of course, people watching wasn’t always the least suspicious answer, it certainly was the truth. 

                 It had been awhile since she’d been in Ul’dah with everything going on and her adventures taking her elsewhere, it left her to wonder if this knight had always been here and she’d just been too blind to the world around her or if perhaps she had joined the ranks while Ferrah fought elsewhere. Not that it would make a difference, her curiosity left her idly wondering. 

Rage at being prey? An odd thought but given the creatures’ behaviour Bellona wasn’t going to completely dismiss vengeance. Even if it did sound outrageous.

She nodded and continued to notch and release arrow after arrow upon the worms. For all their numbers, they were falling far quicker than they were coming. It seemed victory would be won easily today.

However…

“We’re thinning them out but something still doesn’t feel right…” The archer frowned, sensing something amiss. Perhaps she was just being paranoid but a strange tension hung in the air. The same kind of tension that occurred just before things went very, very wrong. “Be on guard!”

↽──── Staff lowered slightly as the Elezen’s eyes were cast over the group. It seemed as though they would be victorious, watching as her healing spells lessened and her attack spells increased. Surely this was the moment they were waiting for. If their numbers dwindled enough, they would almost certainly retreat as they realized there would be no victory. Even beasts such as themselves had to have enough of a survival instinct to realize that-- right ?? 

                     However, Ferrah felt it too. The air felt still and tight, as though it was thick with tension. Something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite tell what it was. As the archer beside her called out, the healer noted the worms seeming to back up themselves. While the others seemed to revel in their clear victory, Ferrah would step closer to Bellona. 

──⇀For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory{ ACCEPTING // NOT ACCEPTING }

↽────Head turned downward, hands clasping tightly to her side. Her life REVOLVED around keeping her history to herself, so no matter what, she would keep her secrets to herself. Still, she could talk about a little bit of her history without exposing herself. She took a moment to contemplate what could be spoken without completely revealing what she wished to hold secret the most. 

               “ My father was such a friendly guy. He was a Duskwight, but he openly lived his life to help those around. He would often volunteer himself for jobs no one else wanted to take in order to keep my mother and myself safe and all of our home protected. I will always remember him coming home with a smile on his face and giving me the largest hug he could, no matter what kind of duty he’d been deployed on. He would never bring those problems home, or at least never let me see them. He was always just such a generous and kind man, no matter what the world threw at him. ”