Rhun kept his usual pace behind his two sisters, as he was usually lost in thought during their morning walks to the Scholar. Classes, Training and feeling far behind the rest was always weighing heavy on his mind. He knew he didnât have a knack for taking leadership like his parents, nor was he even interested in such. He sighed softly as he looked on towards his siblings. As much as hated when Hyliea bullied him, he very much admired her strength and courage when it came to combat classes.
Her skills where unmatched by many of the other students, even Raubahn had a difficult time defeating Hyliea, boasting about alike her and Harune where in strength and Valor. Railee was very much in the same boat but took more to their mothersâ side of combat. Her strikes where always in range, her casting ahead of the rest. Rhun found it hard to believe he was related to them, and often was the butt of Hylieasâ âadoptionâ jokes.
âRhun? Rhun!â Railee flicked his forehead to gain his attentions. âOw⌠what was that for?â He rubbed the sore spot on his head. âSeems we have visitors at the council.â She pointed down the long, dirt path that lead towards Ala Mhigo Palace. âI just saw Papa and Mother heading towards the Palace, and a number of guards but not of our own.â She pointed towards the base of the Palace and the stairs leading up to the giant doors.
âWhat? You think the Scions are gonna go on a super epic mission?â Hyliea exclaimed excitedly. âWeâre getting new students, Father told me this morning.â A whisper voice spoke from between the three causing all but Railee to jump. âBy the twelve Fae!! Why must you sneak up on us like that?!â Rhun exclaimed while holding his chest.
The young girl looked up at him, her platinum blonde hair pulled into two pigtails with half of her hair falling just below her shoulders. Her eyes where blue and she held a sleeping carbuncle in her arms. âCause izzy is sleeping, and I do not wish to disturb him.â She stated plainly. Fae had a knack for summoning like her father Alphinuad. She possessed many of the same qualities towards magic like him but didnât care much for political views and was very critical when it came to being a team healer.
Ryne would talk to her about helping everyone on her team and that the healers job was to look out for her fellow classmates when they ran team drills. Though, it never really quiet set into Faesâ head to be more kind, instead, she would often shoot back that âIf they werenât so reckless they wouldnât need me all the time,â and would leave her team mates hobbling to the chirurgeonsâ office.
âBy the wayâŚâ Fae looked towards Rhun once more then moved over to stand behind Hyliea. âDuck.â
Rhun tilted his head in confusion until he felt a body slam into him from behind. âYOOOOOO, Whasâup Sparky?â The slightly older boy smiled a toothy grin and ruffled Rhuns hair before getting off of his back. Rhun stood, coughing up dirt and dusting off his clothes. âMâtoya! Why do you always have to be- â
All three girls spoke as they looked at Mâtoya with distaste. âAh, câmon. You love me.â He chuckled, then draped an arm around Rhun. âAt least you do, right best bud?â He smiled again which earned a small smile from Rhun as well. Mâtoya was named after Yâshtolasâ late master but revised it to fit into her Miqoâte culture. His hair was medium length in the front, much in a similar manner as his fathers; Urianger but spiked in the back like his mothers. He was a few inches taller than the triplets and a year older as well.
His hair color was the same color as his fathers and his feline ears were much longer than a normal Miqoâtes, due to being half Elezen. âCâmon, if anyone knows the dirt on whatâs going on, is Lyam.â Mâtoya took off running towards the Scholar, making the other four follow out of their own curiosity.
Upon reaching the entrance of the Scholar, Mâtoya scanned the student body for a certain blonde haired info boy. In a showed corner, the boy in question was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as if in waiting. Mâtoya grinned seeing him and quickly, with the rest who caught up, hurried over to Lyam.
âWell if it isnât fireball and the Elezen Quartet.â Lyam smirked and chuckled at his own joke.
âI wish youâd stop calling us that, we sound like a terrible bard group.â Railee crossed her arms giving him a judgmental stare.
âCâmon princess, Iâm only playân.â Lyam came closer to Railee, putting his arm around her.
âRemove your arm, or risk losing it.â She glared dangerously at the older blonde boy.
âYou know, I like when you play-â â-Lyam!â Rhun spoke rather loudly, earning a few raised eyebrows from Mâtoya and a few of the others. Rhuns cheeks flushed red realizing his outburst, Lyam removed his arm from Railee and came to stand next to Rhun.
âNo disrespect, little sun beam.â Lyam ruffled his hair and turned to address the rest of the crew. âSimply put, Starlight came early for us.â
âMeaninnnnnnng?â Hyliea sounded exasperated and on the verge of losing her patients.
âFenyx, Akelda and Tsuyu.â He stated proudly.
Before Lyam could blink, he was being dragged towards the Auditorium by the others, excitedly and eagerly wanting to meet up with old friends.
Harune bowed in respect to her old comrades from the east and shook hands with the others from Ishguard. It was a pleasant reunion at first, exchanging stories of parenthood, how each of their homeland is doing and normal anxieties about their children attending Ala Mhigan scholar so far from home.
âAh, Rhun will be happy to see Tsuyu, he is quiet smitten with her.â Alisiea giggled softly and she and Yugiri spoke of their childrenâs puppy love. âIndeed, Tsuyu speaks fondly of young Rhun, though she isnât too thrilled at attending the same Scholar as Fenyx.â
Ser Aymeric chuckled as he overheard Yuguri. âAh yes, Fenix spoke of his distaste at the knowledge of Tsuyu being a classmate of his, but thank the gods Akelda will keep him in check.â
The mention at the young Wyrmblood sparked a question Harune has been withholding for months.
âHas⌠Has there been no word from Estinien still?â The room grew quiet, Aymeric seemed to be debating on how to answer said question.
âUnfortunately no, I was hoping he would show to escort his son to Ala Mhigo but-â
âIf that bastard only knew how much Fenyx suffers, I wish he would prioritize his on kin sometimes.â Lucia spat out. She made her point know since the day Estinien entrusted Ser Aymeric and Lucia with the care of his son.
âThe boy is indeed suffering, we waited until the last minute to board the airship, though once more, Estinien was nowhere to be seen. The only sign he lives is only due to the month gil installments he sends for Fenyx.â Aymeric stated with a sigh. Estinien always sent gil to compensate for Fenyxsâ care, though Aymeric and Lucia have put all gil aside for Fenyx for when he is of age to be on his own and wishes to do so.
Hien slapped Aymeric on the back, causing the tall Elezen man to fumble forwards. âEnough brooding. The lad will have his friends to keep him from being lonesome and my daughter to spar with too!â The Eastern Lord gave a huge grin.
Harune looked amongst old friends and comrades, âsome things never change.â She though as everyone began to take their seat in preparation for the council meeting.
The last to joing the group was Thancred, who escorted both Urianger and Yâshtola to the Palace.
âWhat a pleasure for the two of you to grace us, and not under explosive circumstances.â Lyse joked as Yâshtola rolled her eyes.
âYes, my kitten seems to have a knack for explosive experimentation. I have informed the Scholar to inspect his room for any mishaps he may be cooking up.â Yâshtola took her seat along with Urianger.
âI reassure you, we sweep his room every morning he leaves for class.â Lyse affirmed. She then stood to address the room, taking on a much more serious tone.
âWith the exception of our missing members due to other obligations, I welcome you all to this meeting. Old friends and comrades, it is good to see our homes and lands restored to what once was. Eorzea celebrates peace amongst each other as well as the prosperity of our eastern brothers and sister who are ruled by a most gracious Lord and Lady.â Lyse took a breath and let out a soft sigh.
âHow I wish we could forever speak of peace.â She took her seat at the front of the table, all eyes focused on the Ala Mhigan leader, as she prepared herself for the flurry of questions that would was over here like waves crashing on the shore.
âI have been informed from our Shadow hunters, an Ascian yet lives.â
