This blog is home to stories and love for Y'aromirr, Siobhahn, Ijsbrand, Khamgaal, and a few others - Check below for tags and facts!
Y'aromirr Okeya : Father, Barrier healer
A Miqo'te with a keen interest in natural sciences, as well as a half hidden passion for swordplay. Though much of his focus is on his family lately, Y’aromirr can’t quite cut ties with his past yet...
[ Carrd ]
Siobhahn Wolndara : Rogue, Performer
Music writing is this odd-eared Miqo’te’s secret specialty, and getting to hear them play can be quite the treat ; With much of their past a mystery, they intend to have control of their future.
[ Carrd ] - #Muddled & Moonlit
Ijsbrand Actias : Hydromancer, Medium
Torn from his home through the very stars he studied, and left with nothing of their past but their own skills - Their powers are not nearly as subdued as their demeanor
[ Carrd ] - #Sodden Souls
Khamgaal Oroq : Crafter
A young crafter with a short temper. Though specializing in jewelry and basket weaving, Kham’s skills are varied enough that rarely a job gets rejected
A few other characters are regular features here (Such as my WoL, Faruq, under the tag #No Small Task !), but not very consistently - I'm happy to answer questions or talk about them though !
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"Such gorgeous plumage too. You can really see the legacy in this one."
The fledgling watched the stablehands muck the stalls while they chatted, occasionally reaching over to give a nearby chocobo a good pat on the beak or head. His parents were in another stable, one meant for the retired racebirds of good standing. He was old enough to leave the nest, eager to begin his own forays into the world of racing.
"Whaddya think, gonna be a racer, this one?"
"Look at those legs, of course he will. Who's his sire?"
"Cerulean uh…what's it…" The taller of the stablehands checked the register. "Cerulean Burst. Long lineage he's got. Oh, his dam's Magnificent Orchid? I love her. Real feisty, but sweet when she likes ya."
The nameless bird tilted his head. His father was a racer, as was his mother, her father, and his father's father. Pale blue and proud, he chirped at the two elezen talking about him.
"About ready for his rider to come get him. Should we give him a snack?"
"Nah, his jockey likes giving her birds premium treats she makes herself. Can't really argue with the results."
A hyur woman poked her head in through the window and grinned.
"She's here for her 'bo." She said, bright and cheery.
He knew. He could tell that she was here for him. It was time for him to go meet his racer, and learn the ways of the track, like those in his prestigious line that came before him. He would tear up those tracks, and make his mark in the racing world. His trainer would guide him, give him a name, and help him earn his fame, and the best chocobo treats the world had to offer.
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The countdown was to begin any moment now, and his heart was already racing before his body was. All he needed was the boom of the starter pistol. Upon his back, his jocky was tensed and ready, but calm. She was a Miqo'te, and wore lightweight and practical clothing, adding as little extra heft as possible to give him a better chance.
The shot rang out, and Cerulean Burst dashed forward with all his might. He pulled out ahead easily, and now it was up to him to keep that lead. His jockey gripped his body with her strong legs to hold on. Not as strong as his, of course, but these humans were surprisingly muscular for their smaller builds. Dust and sand flew up from his talons every time he took another gigantic, leaping step, ever forcing his body further and faster, closer and closer to the finish line. Like a bolt of levin, he zipped to and fro across the track, hugging the turns as best he could, while also trying physically block any that would usurp his place.
But he was still young. Though he was from a long line of racing chocobos with an impressive pedigree, he was but the newest in the family line, and had yet to truly find his footing.
He had not yet built up his endurance, and his stamina was waning fast. He had pushed too hard, and was starting to lose speed and breath. The jockey tugged the reins in a way to signal for him to slow down, but he was already spent. Bird after bird rushed past him, making for the finish line while he lagged behind them. Still, he raced with every last bit of energy within him, until finally he crossed the checkered line, and collapsed into a heap on the ground. His jockey easily slid off his back, and her tiny hands tenderly stroked the sides of his head.
"Woah there, big boy, take it easy, you made it."
Cerulean Burst let out a tired, hopeful squawk, his throat dry, making his voice scratchy.
"I'm so proud of you buddy, you came in fifth!"
Fifth? That was nothing to brag about, he thought. His mother was a champion that regularly placed in the top three in nearly all her races towards the end of her career.
"I'm gonna make you a special treat today, okay? Fresh, crunchy gourds. Your favorite!"
As he felt his jockey press her forehead against his beak, his still racing heart swelled up, and he felt as if he had won first prize.
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