# physicks … an affiliated 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ❪ eyun vashai ❫ of 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐱𝐢𝐯 , as documented by aria .
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# physicks … an affiliated 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ❪ eyun vashai ❫ of 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐱𝐢𝐯 , as documented by aria .
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* porteurdereve.
After days of snow and overcast weather, the sun managed to appear and fortunately it occurred on G’raha’s day off. Tsuru encouraged him to leave the confines of his room to read elsewhere while she offered to spruce up his quarters. Guilt swaddled him like a newborn baby as he watched his partner tend to the stray dishes and strewn clothes, though her warm and affection smile assured him that it had been safe to leave. He took her advice and traveled to the park with several tomes under arm. He found a bench and began his journey exploring the mysteries of other worlds through text.
The sun rose at its peak and he found himself lulled to sleep by the warmth of the rays. He drifted, his head bouncing from side to side to attempt to maintain consciousness. Though, sleep captured him and he dropped his head entirely, hanging loosely by the strength of his muscles.
A familiar name struck his senses and those red, feline ears fluttered to attention. He threw his head up, “Sleep?! Not I, Archon Baldesion!” he cried out, his dream of the Studium faded to vision before him. He fluttered his lashes, observing the curious female Miqo’te across from him. “O-oh, p-pray forgive my outburst… ‘tis seems I have fallen asleep. Ahem, yes, ‘tis me, ‘Raha– oh my! That name– you uttered that name– by the twelve! Are you another shard of the Warrior of Light?” G’raha put aside his tomes and jumped to his feet, moving forward. “Yes, I am G’raha Tia, at your service. ‘Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance; though I am aware we are well attached in another time. Pray forgive the confusion… may I sit with you and we can further discuss the peculiar matters that have encroached on our lives?”
his awakening outburst startled her as much as she startled him, causing the sleeping faerie on her head to nearly slip off. the scholar quickly scoops her up; a sigh of relief eases her lungs. she looks again at the freshly awaken scion with a bit of a scowl initially before she bursts into laughter. “ good morning to you too, archon baldesion. i'm glad to see that you're the same no matter what world you'd hail from. if only alisaie was here to reprimand you for your careless napping in broad daylight. ” she teases with a light scoff on her features. “ yes, one of many— oh, please do accompany me. ” the scholar moves over to the other end of the bench and points to the empty space, welcoming the suggestion.
she smiled faintly at his comment. that's right, he's a different parallel than the one she knew. just as other warriors were. just as she was. just as everyone else was. “ ah, to my knowledge... or this idea that i've grown used to using... we are never only our roots. we are the petals and the stems, the bark and the leaves, flowers and trees that grow from who we once were, who we used to be, to who we are. that's makes us, well, us. end of the day, no matter what world we are all similar in one way or another. whether it be another shard warrior of light or another scion or just another adventurer. ” she gently nudges the faerie's cheek, much to eos' silent tantrum; she slowly eases into the affection. eyun smiles as the fae slowly drifts into slumber once again in her palm, clinging to her thumb like a pillow. “ at least, that's how i'd like to think about it. ”
a sharp inhale. verdants avoid crimsons, as he suggests talking about their origins . she stutters upon her own tongue, in silence attempting to gather words as if she was a mere kitten tripping over her own feet. “ i wasn't the most optimistic of the shards, i never took the panglossian view of our worlds. ” she nervously laughs as her other hand grips the ends of her coat. i can't meet his expectations or any of the other scions’ hopes. the thoughts boil over her. she knew : she was made of clay that's worn and blighted by eons of one’s imperfections. “ i, uhm... i can tell you that much from the start so... sorry. ” another pause. another thought. ah, i really don't want to look at him. she was a creation, both haunted and holy; hidden in the space between hero and enemy. “ sorry again... if i dampen the spirits of your ideals, raha. ” the scholar sits frigidly still bringing the faerie closer to her face brushing her hair away from her face as a poorly disguised distraction. her fingers shake like it was the winter wind, stiff & frostbitten and she smiles brightly like a warm spring day. what a fool i’ve made of myself. she nudges the miqo'te with her elbow and laughs as if nothing ever happened. “ but please, tell me about your own journey, have you made your own yet? if it’s you, i’m confident your dream is the same as your other selves. ”
❝ Eyun, are we there yet? ❞
THIS MARKED THE SECOND TIME HE ASKED THAT QUESTION SINCE THEY FIRST STARTED. Admittedly, the reason for such an excursion was because of his intial curiosity in the first place, but he truly didn't expect for it to be this long of a walk (or perhaps, he's more out of shape than he thought?). When Vic first met Eyun, the first thing that caught his attention was not her animal-like features, but her small companion. Not quite wondrous beast, but far too small to be considered an Aurorian, a long discussion and series of questioning later resulted in him learning that her name were Eos and she was a faerie. However, just like any good scholar, Vic's inquisitive nature could never be satisfied so easily, so of course, when he found out there was a place called Pixie's Playground, he had to do the obvious thing and beg Eyun, the expert here to guide him! Or, such was his great plan before his legs began to feel like jelly.
In contrast, to Vic's ever slower pace, Little Furball was as energetic as ever. Its head constantly moved from side to side, taking in the sights of their surroundings (he would assume because this was the closest place similar to home). Little Furball wasn't the only one, since it seemed that both Eyun and Eos were holding their own too. (Ah, the price he would pay for that kind of youthful energy ...) Stopping for a moment, he called the Miqo'te's name in order to get her attention before she gets too far ahead, ❝ Actually, Eyun, wait. Do you think ... ❞
❝ We can take a small break? Please? Pretty please?? Just think about it for a moment. It wouldn't do any good for us to overexert ourselves before we get to our destination, and it's not like a small rest ever hurt anyone. I'll even let you pet Little Furball in the meanwhile! ❞ If his voice sounds desperate at all, you must be imagining it, there's just no way. (Translation: He is very desperate and wants to sit down).
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“ nope !! ” the word pops on her lips. immediately back at him with a smile on her face as eos giggle's into the scholar's shoulders. she also laughs with the fae, mildly entertained by his lack of stamina as he huffed and puffed up the hills. she leans back onto her heels again . “ yes, vic. what is it? ” the words come out like a trill asshe turned on her heels walking carefully backwards before realizing he stopped moving. her heels drop to the floor as she comes to a stop, tilting her head in curiosity; eos mimics her movements, the look at each other and shrug before stifling giggles between each other.
verdants lock on the aurorian, his pointed ears and messy long hair reminded her of the elezen twins. the temperament is nearly the same as well... is that common for short, pointy-eared races? well, regardless the scholar takes mental notes about that for later experimenting. eyun plops down to her knees with a lopsided frown on her face upon hearing his desperate pleas for res. “ mhm... well if you look that winded then... deal ! we'll take a small break and i will pet little furball while you recover your stamina. ” the scholar winks at him and pops her hand out for a handshake; ears perked up, tail swinging from side to side at the mention of petting his furry companion. “ oh ... but uh... don't eat or drink anything around here, ok ? don't ask questions, just don't do it. ”
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* starcall.
to divulge her mind’s philosophies was already a tough feat. yet, if anyone could navigate those corridors, it would be one who shared her path, another warrior of light. yet, alas, it seems the subject had shifted the air betwixt them, making known the stark contrast between their colors. lips part in response, ❝ fate is never certain. ❞ as one who reads the heavens’ fortunes and afflictions, she would know this to be true. who is to say that there lies no danger or strife, even after the final days? could they truly find respite? the subject of duty and heart’s desire always weighed on the starcaller’s mind. ❝ but i have long resigned myself into fulfilling my duty so long as i am needed. ❞ perhaps that was her destiny: engrained in her soul since her birth, since the day her home erupted into flames, since hydaelyn first spoke to her.
her eyes are downcast, letting eyun speak her part. what struck her was her judgement, how she failed to see any more purpose in their role. a single, heavy breath. ❝ i understand … and i do not claim to know any better. ❞ her fingers trace the edges of the book in her hold. not everyone would wish for the life they had been handed, the endless cycle of loss and sacrifice. in that regard, perhaps eyun was the one with true strength — to push past naivete, to pursue what is beyond blessings and obligations. ❝ it is the scions’ wish for us to live as we so please. it is only right for you to do so, ❞ but she could not heed her own words.
she sits across from the scholar, now gazing up as she places her things on top of the table. ❝ if i may ask, what does that entail for you? what is it like to … to live — to die human? ❞
“ mhm, spoken like a true noble... ” the scholar hums as she watches the starweaver silently taking in the flood of words she’s given her. a nod of approval. “ ... true to your duty and deal with fate and destiny with care. i respect that, truly. you see, sadly, i’m a bit of a troublemaker. ” the strategist laughs. “ so even, if the scion’s didn’t wish for my well-being i would’ve done it anyway. ” the noble’s question rang in her head for a minute. eyun believed her statement was rather self-explanatory but then again a lady of her stature probably is more curious about my meaning of human.
“ what i mean is, i wish to live humbly. i don’t wish to be glorified after my death. ” she looks down at her hands she can trace ghosts on the back of her hand, with every scar, cell, creases, wrinkle, bone, and joint. they read like graves; carrying their weight with her. an unamenable fear, the loneliness that never left her as she always took it with her. “ i don’t need a chapel for my tombstone. i just wish for a normal human death. my grave should just be another six foot hole in a cemetery next to a loved one — no choir will sing praises, no ballad will be written, i will not be revered, i will be forgotten after a century as most humans do. ” her voice shakes. oh! how they would hate the words she rips out of her throat. how she’s learned time and time again. their voices, their courage that lives in the very marrow of her bones. the thick lifeblood that pumps her very heart, mixed with their own remains. oh, how she grew tired. so damn tired. but, she had no other choice but to respect their wishes, the only way she could return the love and wisdom they’ve given her. she held them in her very heart, she wasn’t allowed to fall into her own despair. that was once her journey.
a foolish scholar who wishes to be forgotten, even eyun found her resolve to be ridiculous. verdants twist down to eos who shook with worry and fear, she bit back tears as the faerie hugged her finger. the fae trembled, eos felt her pain, her heartbreak, everything that came with it. the scholar takes a deep breath and a pause. she’ll have to apologize later it seems. her gaze fixes back on those starlit silvers. “ ... that’s what it means, lady lyra. we aren’t gods nor true heroes. that is not our destiny. no matter how many picture books tell us they are. no matter how powerful we become. we are humans before gods. no matter how hard we wash the blood off our hands, they will never wash away. we cannot be fairytale heroes. ” she points a finger at her own heart and point towards the other’s heart. the scholar’s expression grew more grim. our own histories aren’t so deeply entrenched; we can imagine other stories, other selves, or we can mourn in spirits and respite. they needed not to clutch their stories and troubles to tightly to our chest. “ to be honest, lyra actaea, i don’t think my heart can take much more. i’m sure — you too — lie to yourself in order to keep afloat... we’ve been holding on to the small things in our lives. our pain is something only we know. our lives here are peaceful but are you okay with this? we all left thing behind, do you not yearn for it? — because, i hardly have that luxury anymore. ”
* ━━ summons : @lightrought .
“ time is a curious thing, don’t you think? ” the scholar taps her lips as it breaks into a smile. her mind seemed to wander as her companion was nearly as quiet as she was, it felt a little too nice. so, she decided to snowball some thoughts at him. after all, they were warriors of light. or at least nearly the same, in stature and morals. but one thing was for certain, if given the chance, we loved to talk about our love for places and people. she leans over to whisper in his ear rather playfully. “ curiously enough, my mother warned me that time is more ruthless than any man she’d ever met. ” she leans back onto her heels again. eyun stares at him before bursting into a hiccup of laughter. the faerie stared at her with a look of disbelief as she was cradled in her arms like a cat. even, she wasn’t sure why she was laughing but she did so anyways, brightly and short-lived. “ of course, aside from my own father, she was right. it is ruthless. time takes more lives. time ruins more friendships. time doesn’t pause with sympathy. yet, they still say time heals all wounds. ” her eyes don’t break contact. her smile seemed to never fade, albeit it be rather solemn. time only gave us an expansive scale in our troubles, loss, and all other ugly things that plague minds. yet, the seldom comfort of how the places or people loved us back. it was a lonely journey yet, sometimes we end up more broken with every smile we take and more fragile with every step we take. it’s not like we wanted to feel this bad. this isn’t how we should act, but we’ve gotten so good at fake smiles it’s gotten a little too sad for her or anyone really.
the scholar stares at the setting sun. savior’s respite. what a name... but it sure is pretty that much is true. the sight was enough to dwell over old words and mended wounds. “ then again people like ‘ saying ’ a lot of things. for example, they say forewarned is forearmed but i think some truths will cut deep regardless. ” eyun signals her faerie to go away for a second as she takes off her glasses. eyun sees the faerie mildly panic before she shuts her eyes and the faerie is temporarily gone. she feels it under her eyelids, his dormant and subconscious aether it’s strangely familiar. verdants hiding behind flesh began to ache at the sheer exposure to both of their aethers. she bottles the pain for a bit, eyes still closed she spins on her heels. vertigo sits on her throat, making her feel unsure of her balance before planting her right foot firmly on the ground and opening her eyes once again. blurry. she turns. breathes. she laughs, a finger pointed at edge of the cliff “ for example, if i know that this cliff was bound to erode when time came to it and even if someone tells me not to stand on cliff edges that are already crumbling. when i finally decide to challenge that truth... i am always surprised when i really do end up falling. now, isn’t that strange? i’m sure i’m alone on this blind stubbornness but it’s what keeps my patchwork heart all together. ”
she smiles once more, this time more sincere than the last, as she resummons eos who seemed to be annoyed at her sudden dismal and instantly starts silently fuming at the glasses that sit on eyun’s lap. she toys with the frames in hand only making the faerie even more flared up. “ alright, that’s enough of my odd ramblings. i am eyun vashai, scholar and tactician. pleasure to meet your acquaintance. oh — and this is eos, i guess. ow — you little ! ” the faerie pinches her wrist and points at the glasses again. she shrugs and puts them back on, she was getting a headache, anyways. “ geez, you worry for nothing ! — as i was saying, please feel free to ramble just as much as i have about any random thought. i tend to find that more entertaining than normal icebreakers. ”
* ━━ summons : @porteurdereve .
sunlight drips between the foliage, lighting up the inked serifs on her tome fingers dancing around the spectrum of it’s shine. a sigh rings in her throat. the scholar takes a moment to lean back further into the wooden embrace of the park’s bench. “ the sun is a bit obnoxious today. i even picked the bench with the most shade. ” she stares up at the branches, the glare of the sun hits the frames of her glasses. she closes her eyes and shoves the book over her face. her senses felt dulled by the scent of smoky wood and old ink. eyun brings her hand up to it’s leather spine and lifts it over her eyes like a visor. the bookworm pauses in her motions and stares at the bench across from her for a second, maybe a minute. not fully letting it sink in. “ wait is that, raha...? ”
* dutysmith.
Lahabrea mind is too focused, on many other things to notice the peculiarity of another person knowing of his name, knowing his reputation it could be any other student working under him that he had no memory of, the turn over rate within the pandaemonium is rather large every year.
“Here. But when one is in need of sleep, knowledge is impossible to gather upon the head.” he hands the tome regardless, moving with that posture that all researchers have.
“ ... that is certainly true ....... ” her words shake into another yawn. eyun raises her sleeve to her eyelids, rubbing them with the fabrics gently before finally taking the tome. “ you'd think that after years of sticking my nose between pages, i’d learn something about my own limits. ” eyun flips through the pages as the flippant faerie finally shows herself, just as sleepy as her summoner. the fae crawls from out of eyun’s pocket, slowly & unsteadily flying up to her shoulder; curiously peeking over, as she stretches out over the scholar’s shoulder.
she laughs but it lacks any real bubble to it, her smile is also just as tired. “ oh, thank you, by the way. my summon often helps with gathering my tomes but she took a bit of a power nap as you could see. ”

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❝ oh, eyun, ❞ she approaches her fellow warrior at the monster mash, finding her on the sidelines of the little gathering. ❝ i see you have also prepared a costume for the festivities. you look lovely. ❞
her eyes trail back to the many folk twisting and twirling the night away. ❝ are you fond of such events? i admit i seldom had the opportunity to celebrate all saints’ wake in eorzea. ❞
“ oh? lady actaea , good evening , i didn’t take you for one to enjoy all saint’s wake. ” the scholar dips into a quick curtsy and circles the astrologian a bit. taking in the details of her costume, it was exactly as she had remembered. she smiles softly and chuckles at the other’s remark. “ you think so? thank you ! you look great too, especially as the king. it’s got me a little nostalgic, to be quite frank. ” she nods in approval, her tail swaying excitedly for a moment before quickly calming down. the old king’s garb, how it broke her heart when she fell but the king shouldn’t have to suffer as so either. bittersweet but that was all. the miqo’te tilts her head at the question. “ well, i’m quite fond of certain types of festivals and this definitely sparks my interest ! what about you, miss lyra? ”
* dutysmith.
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The sound of turning pages, for what Lahabrea does is gather information and react accordingly. Though sealed of most of his majestic powers, the creator, the foremost in creation magic is not without resources despite being…without resources.
The library is something that brought comfort, even if it comes barely. His tall form bending a bit to see what there is to see within the city books.
painted serifs sat under her nails keeping note of the information given, she pulls herself up to grab another tome from the shelf behind her only to be greeted by a cloaked figure that felt a tinge too familiar to her. ‘ hmm, pandæmonium... and praetorium was it ? ... hephaistos, what was the other name..? lahabrea? ... there you go. ’ memories click as her eyes struggle to focus on the titles from the top shelf. the scholar looks at the ancient and nods politely still hazed from her all-nighter studying session. “ ... ah━ sorry, lahabrea was it? do you mind grabbing that alchemy tome on top shelf... it’s the seventh one from your right. ” a yawn curls off her tongue as she points at it, clearly too short or too tired to even attempt to grab it.
* invokism.
@physicks / semi-plotted starter.
it feels strange seeing everyone celebrate halloween so casually despite being transported to this unknown world. however, with no clue on how to get out she might as well come and take a look at the festivities. usually larger crowds are not her forte, but this place did provide one advantage. no one seemed to know her or her reputation. in a sense it felt like a blessing in disguise.
not wanting to draw too much attention to herself she did put some effort in dressing up for the festival. seated on a bench, mana works quietly on the little flower crown in her hands whilst carbuncle rests beside her only moving when it senses another summon nearby. ❝ oh, hello there. ❞ a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. she hasn’t seen a summon other than carbuncle here before. could it be that someone like her got dragged to the place as well?
as if on cue a miqo’te reveals themselves ( no doubt looking for eos ). ❝ not to worry, they were no trouble at all. ❞
❝ carbuncle here gives me more trouble, ❞ to which the summon can only respond with a pout and huff. ❝ are you here to join the festivities ? ❞
a hum flutters in her lungs , calmly looking around for the slightest hint of her missing faery. she moves quietly, peeking under booths and benches, shifting foliage ever so slightly. the scholar just hoped the faery didn’t hide under people’s clothing again... that’d be really annoying. she sighed upon carefully peeking over people’s shoulder. despite it being one of her utmost favorite seasonal events her beloved yet extremely playful companion liked hiding in populated places just to make her look like a fool at times, not that it ever worked past her infant years but something like aging doesn’t stop a fae from play.
the seconds grew longer as her anxiousness increased and patience thinned out. she finally spots eos and quickly pounces on her grabbing the faery between her fingers. eos retaliates with light smacks on her knuckles but eyun ignores it as she finally catches her breath. “ ... eos ! there you are, i thought you promised you weren’t going to do this...!! oh━ ” she smiles and straightening her posture, collecting herself upon hearing the au’ra. “ ahem ... hello ! sorry about my eos there, thankfully, she’s sweet to everyone but me. ” the faery huffs at her. the scholar scoffs and releases her clutch on her. the faery then sits on her shoulder, face turned away from her pactmate. “ ugh fine. she’s nice to me approximately sixty-seven percent of the time. ” eyun shrugs as the faery tilts her head thinking over the half-arsed calculations. eyun spots the carbuncle and smiles, it’s been a while since she’s seen another that wasn’t her own, her smile softens at the huff and puff the carbuncle is giving at it’s owner. the scholar lifts her gaze to the au’ra squinting a bit as her vision readjusts itself, her aether is just as strong as eyun’s. another fragment of the mothercrystal’s cherished one, that much is clear.
“ is that so? that’s nice to hear ! i’m not the only one who has to deal with bratty summons... ” a laugh bubbles up as she playfully pokes eos’ cheek to which eos still has her whole face turned away from her. only granting her a snicker and a mild eyeroll. she turns her attention back to the summoner and flicks at the brim of her witch hat. “ anyways━ indeed i am, they call it halloween here but it seems its about the equivalent to all saint’s wake and i am quite invested if i do say so myself. ”
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* ━━ summons : @serpernts .
bubbles of giggles and faerie dust, hiding between bookshelves and under the blinding phosphene of a lone window. the scholar watches as eos flies from her hand to her shoulder, playing with her curly locks━ the faery’s version of hide & seek. she laughs a bit as she feels her wings flutter against her cheek, she peeks at eos who’s angrily pouting at the other near the window. eyun sighs and signals to her faerie to calm down. gathering her words & lifting to the tips of her toes, she taps the youth on the shoulder. “ ... uhm, sorry but can you move a little to the right? you’re blocking the sunlight in that corner over there. ” she smiles and falling back to her normal height, then turns back to eos, softly nudging her head with her fingertips. “ this little one here━ likes basking the sunlight a bit too much. ”