The Light's Dagger

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Here are my rules!

Characters

Presently on this blog there are three characters. I might add more at a later date if I feel like it:

Mina || Venat || Ryne

Notes

I emphasized this in my rules, but I’ll say it again here-- I do not do any type of romantic ships or nsfw with Ryne. She’s a minor.

Venat is a weird one to ship with but I do headcanon her as an adult (no child could muster up support for leading the splinter group of the Convocation of 14. It’s just not realistic). She’s older than Elidibus at least (who was said to be the youngest of the 14) and has sort of a motherly personality.

Mina is my wol oc and I do most of my ship shit with her.

I’m open to plotting all sorts of relationships, contentious or otherwise, but if your WoL has some grievances to air against Venat please message me first! Venat is not here to be your sound board for your characters grievances against Hydalyn. Not unless we discuss it first.

Her response, so raw and honest and broken, spoke to a past filled with a tragedy that The Exarch knew he could not hope to truly understand, but at the very least he could try to do what he could to ease the pain she felt. Had she truly never had a presence in her life that cared just for her, and not for what she could do for them?

“It is the reason that I am talking to you,” he replied amiably enough. To correct her and reaffirm that he had not sought her out, that he had merely grown concerned at how distance she seemed, would add little to this already stifled conversation. 

“Is there something you’re waiting for?”

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His eyes, glowing a near-supernatural gold from the unearthly amounts of aether that had flooded his form, were narrowed as he glared at the woman in front of him. The Warrior of Light. A figure that he had known long before now, one he had known from his own childhood.

Mina Oronir. Varis’ lapdog.

“We had heard rumors that you were the so-called Warrior, but none of us truly believe it. I still don’t. Varis is dead. What are you playing at?”

Mina didn’t take much stock in this soulmate crap. What good would it do her? It wouldn’t change her circumstances now. The part of her that would have cared wad been snuffed out a long time ago. In this life, soulmates were a pretty fantasy for the delusional.

Still, she found herself curious one day. If you wrote in a journal, you could communicate with the other half of your soul. What a farce. Mina had bought the journal on a whim and began to write-- the words didn’t really seem important at first-- just a stream of conscious thought.

Daffodil hued optics swept over the girl’s petite form, his attention straying from the card he had plucked from his deck. The Arrow, in the Divine position. His musing seemed to drift briefly, glancing over the card before placing it back down. The girl he has scried did not need know he had divined her without permission while she had been placing the books away with pranksterous interference.

“Thou need not worry, Minfillia.” The name stung at his tongue. Her soft blue eyes and blonde hair were reminiscent of their departed friend and his chest harbored a minute tightness when dealing with her. “They think thee fun as a new play thing, however should they truly impart harm upon thee, inform me at once. I shall deal with thine miscreants and aggressions. Until such a time…”

He moved towards her, his hand shifting to the top of the stacks of books as he placed his cards in the sleeve at his hip. “Didst thou procure a book of thine interest? Thancred’s discipline doth not be well-read, but thine eye seemed to harbor curiosity?” If she wanted any of the books she had worked so hard to place away, he was willing to reward her with whichever one she wished.

Even if as they spoke, the pixies were already trying to pluck a heavy tome out of place. “Or doth there be anything mine home might provide in recompense for thine tireless work?”

 She frowned but said nothing for the moment. Minfillia didn't know how she felt about being the pixie's fun new "toy." However, their pranks were mostly troublesome rather than hurtful. Their tricks included a misplaced book here and there, but nothing over the top. The pixies made some passing remarks on her appearance, which made Minfillia grossly uncomfortable. Still, by this point, she wasn't surprised by it. Her appearance designated her as "Minfillia" or "The Oracle of Light"-- destined to die on the battlefield trying to contain the sin eater threat.

 It was a great honor to be a Minfillia-- that's what she'd been told, but... She'd simply been imprisoned in Eulmore. Despite how nicely they treated her-- a gilded cage was still a cage. 

  "A book I'm interested in?" Minfillia blinked. It always took her a moment to parse what Urianger meant because his speech was so formal, "Um..." Minfillia's eyes scanned through the tomes that had been carefully put away. A lot of them are subjects that go completely over her head, but she settles on a small cookbook from the pile. How this got mixed in with heavy reading about Norveradt's history, Minfillia would never know. 

   "This one? If it's okay?" Minfillia murmured, holding up the small tome for Urianger to examine. Something like this wouldn't trouble the man if she took it. Right? "I... rather like sweets. There's not a lot I can do, but maybe I can make some snacks for you and Thancred...? Maybe he’ll..." Her voice trailed off. 

  Maybe he'll actually not view me as a burden for once--

The room was still spinning, and Mina felt sickeningly nauseous. She didn’t know what to do about the light-headedness and dizziness that seemed to plague her every step as of late. She couldn’t keep food down, and now exhaustion seemed to torment her at every step.

However, G’raha mentions the word ‘baby’ and her stomach dropped— In truth, she... had been suspicious for a while, but had been too... afraid to get checked out. Afraid of what they might find— afraid of what it might do to her relationship with G’raha—... He... had already metaphorically buried Lyna and had expressed he wanted no children. That was fine with Mina. She... wasn’t mother material, and besides,  she was infertile!

Wasn’t she? Her cycles had never been regular—

Which is why she’d just elected to ignore it. Her carrying a pregnancy to term was unlikely. This baby would die before it became a problem, and G’raha wouldn’t have to know— wouldn’t have to bury another child..!

There was an urge for him to reach out and place a hand on Minfillia’s head, ruffling the blond locks in thanks for the delivery of the tomes. The Exarch was hardly unfit, nor weak, but exertion that he could avoid was… preferable at this time. The crystallization of his body had halted and had remained dormant for years now, but there was no guarantee that would stay the case. It was always best not to push it. 

He didn’t. She wasn’t Lyna. She was another’s daughter, even if the other would deny that truth until it was too late.

“History.” The word was spoken with a small smile, one that was shadowed from his hood. “Of a people whom which we could learn much from.” Much like the Source, the First had experienced Calamity after Calamity, and there were remnants of people from eras long bygone who’s view of the world was still important today. 

“What do you know of the world before the Light came, Minfillia? What stories have you heard?”

“Before the Light came...? Um...” Minfillia frowned, looking down for a moment as she tried to think. Eulmore wasn’t exactly known for its well-documented history of the days before the Flood. In fact, she’d been mostly ignorant of it all until Thancred had stolen her away.

However, she learned much with Urianger and Thancred’s help. She now knew about the Warriors of Light and the various civilizations that had existed before the Light had ravaged everything in its path.