FFXIV Altaholic: An RP/Ask/Art Blog

Junelezen2026 - Day 29 - Rewind

"If you could back and relive any moment... What moment would it be?" "Any? There are honestly quite a few but... Learning who my mother is, meeting her..." He'd been nervous, to the point of fidgeting so much his father had reached over to place weathered hands atop Tsirae's to steady the young Knight. For twenty winters he'd lived under his father's roof, knowing full well the lady of the house was not his birth mother. The elder brothers ensured he never forgot. It had culminated into a rather lonely part of his childhood, never bonding with a maternal figure, despite knowing somewhere out there she might still exist.

"Admittedly... I was upset when the truth was revealed. All these years she had been right in the Shroud. I had seen her, spoken to her, and visited her home, never knowing that was the mother who birthed me."

It had been a bargain. The Lord's wife would allow his youngest son to live with them, be educated, raised and given title despite being a bastard born, and it would give the child a step up in life that he would otherwise not have. The trade off was simple, his mother could never be involved. Effectively, erased. When everything was revealed, the calm demeanor shattered and a floodgate of emotions had raged through him. Tsirae didn't know whether to focus on the betrayal or the relief of finally being reunited. He'd lost so much time, had so many unanswered questions... So much hurt.

Junelezen2026 - Day 26 - View

Junelezen2026 - Day 23 - Thrilling

"We're going to get in trouble..." Planting his feet in the leaf litter, the boy tried his best to look stern, arms crossed. He failed miserably compared to the stubborn young girl staring daggers at him. "Oh Twelves you are a wee coward Tsirae. How do you expect to become a squire with that wiggly backbone." She huffed and pointed an accusing finger at him. "All you've done today is doodle and nap. Lets go on an adventure!"

As the girl reached for a pinecone to throw at him, Tsirae finally relented. A boy of only ten winters, he was quiet and timid, with a cautious demeanor, in stark contrast to Rheyla, who was fiery and boisterous, with a temper that could ignite in seconds. They children were complete opposites and yet despite how much their fought and harassed eachother, they were friends.

"Fine... But we should return before our father's finish their work or they will worry... What if they send your mother to find us?" It was the one threat that would halt Rheyla in her tracks and she shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah yeah... Then we should get going." The threat was enough to rein in her excitement for a moment. Only a moment. As Tsirae caught up, she set off again, taking hold of his wrist and leading the poor boy through the brush. "So where are we going?" Hesitation in the young boy's voice as he watched the familiar trail disappearing into the underbrush. "Some ruins I found. Maybe there'll be something neat." Delving ahead the red haired girl was his only beacon among the green foliage that seemed to get more dense as they went further from the safety of the path. He made a little sound of concern but she brushed it off. "It'll be fun, a little adventure. It's exciting, and if you're going to be off fighting dragons one day you need to be brave." Pushing through to a small clearing she proudly showed off her spot. Dilapidated remnants of a building lingered in a small clearing, slowly overtaken by nature as wood rots and crumbles, and vines slowly crawl over stone. Wrinkling his nose Tsirae gave a little huff. "It's just an old building... Nothing really thrilling about it..." Mostly because he was still worried they'd get in trouble. Rolling her eyes, Rheyla released his wrist and continued on ahead, rummaging through some fallen wooden beams, searching for anything that might be of interest. Taking a few steps to the side of a stone wall, half collapsed, he felt a shift, then crack. His scream echoed through the clearing as the rotten branches and leaflitter crumpled under his weight. Thankfully the old well had since filled with mostly debris, and so the poor lordling only tumbled a few fulms in. Hearing the scream Rheyla meandered her way over to see the poor boy laying in a pile of branches and leaves, looking right sorry for himself. "Well, at least THAT was thrilling no?" Her cheeky little smirk not helping the situation in the slightest. The glare she received only added to the girl's amusement. "Just get me out of here..."