The stick would be better called a rod: two-thirds her height, just thin enough to close her hand so that thumb touches middle finger, made of ironwood. A simple, unassuming tool, save for the simple fact it is over two hundred years old and has only ever been used to map out arrays.
Synnove herself is a mathematical genius with a memory like a steel trap: show her an arcanima array, and she will know it for life, how to tweak it, how to scale it, how to draw it, how to hold it in her mind in two dimensions and in three. She is able to draw a perfect circle freehand, a fact which drove more than one of her teachers in her early days at the Guild into fits of hysteria (and Mhaslona into fits of chortling, smug glee at poaching her from the mathematics department). She is, thus, the perfect arcanist to create the draft for a new permanent array for the Guildâs use on the Range.
The circle is the most basic shape of magic, the foundation for nearly all of the most important spells within an arcanistâs grimoire. Even thaumaturgy and black magic must needs bow to its use, stabilizing their spells else the power they attempt to channel consume them whole. Conjury, too, though less obviously, for the cycle of life and death and the elements was just another kind of circle writ large across creation.
Synnove walks smooth and sure, adjusting her grip on the array rod minutely as needed to ensure the circle growing behind her is as perfect as her steps. Tyr shadows her, ensuring the furrow left by the rod are smooth and flawless, using his equally precise aether control to flick away pebbles and rocks. Across her shoulders, Galette sprawls, though they are working today so rather than napping, she keeps the winds on the work site that blow off the Indigo Deep calm and friendly, and her nose twitches as she takes in the ambient aether, ensuring no sudden changes occur that will affect the efficacy of the array.
Dawn is only just breaking on the eastern horizon.
Ten minutes later, Synnove finishes the circle and a satisfying snap crackles through the air as she closes it, the protective magicks this array will emit already thrumming to life with the intent that Synnove used in the shaping. Tyr packs down the small pile of dirt with a paw, and Synnove side steps carefully inward until she is precisely six feet from the edge. The end of the rod hits the dirt with a soft thud, and once more, she begins to walk.
This time, behind her, other arcanists move in to begin carving out the shapes and equations that will fill the outermost circle. Topaz carbuncles join Tyr in removing the detritus, either pitching it beyond the edge of the array or packing it down into the earth.
Once a permanent array has begun its crafting, they cannot stop. If it takes all day to finish, so be it. If they work into the night and the next dawn, to ensure its perfection, so be it.
When the second circle is complete, Synnove moves further inward, ever and on, creating each and every circle this array requires with surety. Once the last closes, she moves to assist with the secondary lines and equations and shapes, one arcanist among many working as a smoothly oiled magitek engine.
They break at noon for food and water, and as Synnove drinks from her canteen and eats a roll stuffed with cheese and thinly sliced beef and roasted peppers, she walks the array, Tyr at her side. With a critical eye, she tracks every curve, every straight line, every number and letter scored into the earth, ensuring total perfection. Anything less, and the array wonât work.
Or itâll explode.
Fifty-fifty chance, depending.
After lunch, work resumes, slow and methodical. Someone starts a shanty that helps the afternoon roll by a little faster, though quiet still dominates: concentration is key. But as the shadows lengthen, the carving finishes, and Synnove and the other senior arcanists walk the array once more, stepping carefully into any free spot, examining and double-checking and studying. Her fellows use copies of the array written in plain ink on plain parchment as reference; Synnove needs only her memory.
Then, finally, once they deem the array perfect, itâs the turn of the metallurgists to work.
Ivar and the few other ruby carbuncles the Guild has have been minding the crucibles, ensuring the metal within remains fiery hot, especially now as the metallurgists carefully carry the crucibles out in pairs to the array from the makeshift smithy. And, even more carefully, they begin to pour, melting flowing down the circleâs edge and diverting into the channels made by the other array elements as the metallurgists now walk the same path that Synnove did.
The ruby carbuncles now work to ensure the metalâa mithril alloy the Guild favors for shielding arrays, a proprietary mix they jealously guardâstays just as molten in the earthen furrows as it does in the crucibles. When the metallurgists are finished, every part of the array that touches itself will be a single piece of metal. For now, the molten material glows white with its heat, setting the growing night alight.
By necessity, this step is slow: the metallurgists must tip the crucibles carefully and pour even more so, to ensure no metal splashes and mars the array. And the crucibles must be refilled. It is nearing midnight when every single element glows under the night sky.
Most of the arcanists returned home bells before, but Synnove and a few others remain. They walk the array one last time with the topaz and ruby carbunclesâTyr is on her right, Ivar her left, sniffing suspiciously at anything that looks remotely like a bubble that could lead to a void in the metal. The radiating heat is pleasant against the chill of the night, and Galette draped around her neckânow asleep, no longer on dutyâmakes for an excellent scarf.
Finally, they are satisfied.
Force cooling metal so quickly could lead to brittleness and breaks if not performed with care, but with carbuncles aspected to earth and to fire working together, such work is complete in nearly an eyeblink. The final product glitters in the light from the torches surrounding the worksite, perfectly flush with the ground.
The ambient aether thrums with the change. Reality has been warped, if subtly.
Synnove strides out to the very middle of the array and points up. A roiling ball of Ruin rushes forth into the sky, up and up and up andâ
âreality twists more obviously, and the spell smacks into a domed shield that glimmers into life, forcibly dissipating the spell into harmless aether. The shield itself is wide: the dome isnât limited to the array itself, but arches out into the waters beyond the Range. It seals the entire island.
Synnove grins as she walks out to meet her colleagues. âInterior shell seems to hold well on initial application,â she says, softly scritching Tyrâs head where it leans into her hip. âWeâll do a more thorough test with the exterior defenses tomorrow.â
Houxine from mathematics rubs at her eyes as they trudge out the edge of the permanent array. âSo glad to have this project nearly finished,â the elezen grumbles.
Murmurs of assent and yawns answer her. Synnove takes one last look out over the array, now lost to shadow, and leans down to rub her fingers over the perfectly smooth outer edge of the circle. The metal is still warm, and the magic in it hums contently to match the song of the aether in the air and soil around her.
A job well done, and Synnove nods her satisfaction, and follows after her colleagues.
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Tiny bit of spoilers for late-game ARR quests; check out the Reddit version for spoiler safety. Disclaimer, I am not a physicist, and a real one could probably get into the intricacies better.
The coolest thing about being an Arcanist in FFXIV is learning how arcanima works, bc itâs basically physics with a dash of geometry. Physics is used to describe natural phenomena in math terms. They scienced their magic into math.
Furthering on that, aether is electromagnetic. During that one quest near the end of ARR, when youâre fixing a Garlean Reaper to save the Scions, Cid explains that the Garleans use electromagnetic waves to communicate. Basically, they have radios. But Cid also says that crystals can be used to disrupt these radio waves. How do you disrupt electromagnetic waves? With more electromagnetic waves â or, destructive interference. Thus, crystals give off electro-magnetic radiation.
(When youâre trying to find an ice-aspected crystal to get through Garudaâs wind storm, you have to use a special pot to seal it away so it doesnât negatively affect you with its presence. Sound familiar? Typical radiation.)
Now, if crystals are electromagnetic, and crystals are made of aether, that means that aether is electromagnetic. And since magic uses aether, magic is also electromagnetic.
Back to arcanima: arcanima uses geometric diagrams to channel aether, like a function machine in math terms. Input is the aether, box is the grimoire, output is the spell. These âarcane geometriesâ are drawn using aether-conductive ink, such as copper ink, as shown when creating a grimoire as an alchemist, further supporting the evidence that aether, and thus magic, functions as an electro-magnetic wave on at least some level.
It might also be worth noting that astral and umbral alignment could act as positive and negative poles or charges, and aether from the sun can be collected and stored for energy, aka solar power, as shown by the Allagan Empireâs Crystal Tower.
I just find it cool that being an Arcanist in FFXIV basically makes you a magic physicist. Really puts the physic in physician if youâre a Scholar like me. (Is it clear why I chose the nerd Job now?)
*Edit: further analysis has revealed that the Garlean radios function using ambient lightening aether, and the crystal Cid has you use is also lightning aspected. Lightning is known to be electromagnetic. However, aether that is unaspected or aspected to a different element still possess some signs of electromagnetism. If unaspected aether is an even blend of all elements, and aspecting it only requires one element to become more prominent, it is possible that aetherâs electromagnetic properties arise from the presence of lightning within all aether.
PS: if anyone has counter-examples or relevant information, feel free to comment; a true scientist â or arcanist â is always ready to be proven wrong and come up with a new theory.
âSure can, love. One second.â Aleister called back to his wife. He was in the middle of preparing their dinner, but the sauce needed to simmer for a while longer before he could move forward, so he adjusted the heat levels on their homeâs stove and stepped away, towards their living room. âWhatâs up?â
Gwenefyr Franks stood in front of the shelf he had set aside to store and display the various grimoires and codices he had wielded over the course of his career as an arcanima-wielding adventurer. It contained a myriad of tomes, from simple leather bound grimoires to ornately decorated thick volumes. Three, however, were more prominent displayed than the others. It was these three that Gwenâs eyes were fixated upon.
âRefresh my memoryâ, she said, her eyes not moving from them. âYouâve mastered two ancient magical arts that have their roots in modern Arcanima, right?â
He nodded. âYup, thatâs right. Allagan summoning and the scholarly magicks of Nymâ
âRight. And Iâve seen you use this tome when wielding the former art.â she responded, gesturing the dark blue and black tome in the center. Its cover was more metal, blue lighting, and magitek devices than any sort of leather.
He smiled as he walked over to pick up theâŚ.tome? device? He was never really sure which term was more proper. âAh yes, the âmagitek grimoireâ as Cid named it. Itâs not even really a book, technically, the pages inside are actually a display screen that calls up the various formulae and array designs required to execute the necessary spells.â
A smile came across his face as he recalled the memory of first seeing the device (he was settling on that now, he decided). âCid actually gifted this to me just before our assault on Castrum Meridianum. After I met him and his memory had returned, I pestered him endlessly with questions about magitek, how it worked, what all it could accomplish. He never once seemed annoyed, though. I think he was happy someone regarded his passion with such wonder. He custom designed this for me, made it look more like a tome just so it would feel more familiar when I used it. Thatâs why I still use it to this day. It was my first real experience with magitek. Without thisâŚ.I donât know, maybe Iâd still have gone on to learn as much as I have about engineering and help build the Machinistâs Guild, but, this was still my first step.â
Gwen turned to him, smiling. âI know what you mean, love. And Iâm very proud of you for how far youâve come.â
She pressed a quick kiss to his lips, then broke away, giving him a rueful look. âBut no more distracting, I still have questions. This book-â she said, gesturing to the rightmost item. âThis one is the one you use when wielding the Scholarly magicks, right?â
The book in question was a thinner volume, bound in red and blue leather, but with a strange series of gear- and pipe-like metallic decorations. Attached to the back cover and extending beyond the edges of the cover were two small cylinders which each contained a glowing substanceâpure aether.
Aleister set the Ironworks grimoire back in its place. âGood memory, I know I havenât needed to wield the Scholarâs art much since you became a Sage, That actually isnât one of Cidâs or Neroâs, believe it or not. Did I ever tell you about Gerolt Blackthorn?â
Gwenâs face scrunched as she thought. âIsnât he that legendary weaponsmith you told me about? The one that Rowena keeps around because sheâs actually in love with him?â
He chuckled âThatâs the one, and just a reminder, donât EVER say that in front of her. He was part of the Anima project, the one that was trying to create life from aether. As part of it, Gerolt restored a number of ancient relics to functional use, all of which were potentials to use for the Animaâs vessel. We ultimately decided to use the greatsword he made for Dahk, but the restored relics were still perfectly great weapons on their own. This one in particular is called Elements, an ancient treatise on the relationships between the different elemental forms of aether. As you might guess, the metallic bits were additions Gerolt added to help contain the Anima, but even without that, well, I admit I just really like the look of it. It fits my whole aesthetic, you know?â
Gwen snorted. âIâve seen the attire you wear as a Scholar, husband mine, and yes, I can agree, that like said attire, it does fit the absolutely ridiculous aesthetic you have going thereâ
âHey!â He swatted at her backside, which she expertly dodged, giggling the whole way.
âDid you just ask me in here to tease me about my attire choices, or was there something else?â he mock-growled.
âActually, there was one last one.â she said, gesturing to the leftmost and final of the three tomes given prominent display on the shelf. This particular volume was quite massive, bearing a green and brown cover with a metallic brass covering the edges and in patterns across the font and back, set with green and red gems. The upper corner of the front had a long green horn extending from it. âSo if the other two are your preferred implements for your two Arcanima-based arts, then what is this one? You normally keep the older tomes further in, behind the current ones.â
âAh.â he responded, looking at the volume with a mixture of resigned acceptance and fondness. âWell, thatâd be because itâs not exactly old. In fact, itâs probably the newest acquisition of the collection, actually. Itâs called Espiritus, another Gerolt restoration, but this one is from Bozja.â
âOh right! I remember Fearless talking about these, they were the weapons of their old queenâs elite guard, right?â
He nodded. âThatâs right. I guess they had a particularly talented arcanist in their ranks. Either that or Gerolt just massively improved on the design. Even the paper within is a rare material.â
He removed the grimoire from itâs resting place and opened it. The paper inside was a dark bluish-gray, the arrays and formulae within inscribed with a brilliant gold ink. Gwen marveled at the beauty. She knew her husband and provided the specifics of the designs to Gerolt to fill the tomeâs pages, but it had been Geroltâs expert hands that actually put them to page. The man was a marvel.
âItâs beautiful, butâŚ.if you prefer the magitek grimoire for day to day use, then what purpose does this one serve, then?â
His face twisted up in irritation. âI keep it handy for when I need to visit Maelvaanâs Gate.â
âThe Arcanistâs guild? Why?â
âBecause the last time I opened the Ironworks one within its halls, every single Arcanist in there looked at me like Iâd insulted them personally.â
Gwen was taken aback, crossing her arms. âYouâre joking.â
Aleister shook his head. âI am not. I was force-marched to the office of one of the departmental vice-chairs, the one with the insanely piercing eyes, and harangued for a solid hour on the importance and correctness of using âan actual, proper paper bookâ when practicing Arcanima. Any protests I made about its effectiveness were shushed, and any examples I gave of deeds I had accomplished while using it were met with âand think about how much better you could have done with a proper grimoireâ and the likeâ
Gwen struggled mightily to hold back in her laughter, covered her mouth in the process, but she could tell from her husbandâs expression that he wasnât fooled. The man always could read her moon in her eyes very well, damn him. She regained control of herself and tried to set her mind back on his side. âOkay, funny as that image is, they shouldnât treat you like that! Youâre a Warrior of Light! You not only brought back two Arcanima based styles back out of history, you improved upon them! Please tell me you told Thubyrgeim about this, she needs to have a word with her people.â
To her shock, Aleister laughed, almost bitterly. âWho do you think did the forcible marching?â
She gasped, mostly to cover another laugh. âYouâre kidding!â
âI am not. She might present herself as the picture of sanity in a madhouse, but the truth is sheâs just as mad as all of them. The whole guild. Sometimes Iâm amazed the Gate hasnât exploded alreadyâ
She smirked at her husband âUh huh. Youâre part of that guild too, my love. And donât even pretend you donât enjoy a good explosion, Iâve seen the mad inventions that you, Cid, and Stephanivien have concocted before.â
âQuiet, you. Iâm going back to making our dinner.â
I dyed the Ironworks grimoire and Espiritus soot black and hunter green, respectively, so donât yell at me that I got the colors wrong!
Some worldbuilding/gratuitous headcanons for Arcanists and Arcanima [a list can be found here], as well as Limsaâs inner-guild politics. I didnât mean to give Aiden a companion but here we are. Also this is largely unedited because I need to sleep for work in [checks] seven hours.
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Aiden didnât know what he was doing in the Arcanistâs guild, really. He didnât have a missive to deliver, or need to pick up any information. He had a vague idea of trying to ask one of the resident spellcasters to teach him the Physick spell, just so he could take care of his own scrapes, but that sort of petered out once he got inside the Gate itself.Â
He thought he knew chaos. He thought he knew control. This was a devilish mix of the two that would have Halone Herself balking at the sheer incomprehensible diorama that was before him. Arcanists ran in and out of the Gate, scribbling furiously in their books, with little carbuncles trailing at their feet. People waited in lines for inspection at the Gate, shouting and hauling their goods around like they were the most important thing to walk on two feet. His head was spinning already, and there was a sharp, acidic smell that invaded his sinuses, and he couldnât hear anything.Â
âThere you are!â A voice shouted, and a hand grabbed the sleeve of his tunic. Before he could whirl around and knife the person for touching him, a leatherbound book was shoved into his hands and he was herded past the lines and into the Gate proper. His⌠guide? Kidnapper? Was a lalafellin with pink hair pulled away from her face, and her own book on her hips. At her feet trotted a red carbuncle, which seemed to glare at him.Â
âUm--âÂ
âJacke told me he had a new recruit, but you never came to visit,â the woman huffed, turning around to glare down at him. He shrank back, and held the book in front of himself like a shield. âMistress Thubyrgeim said youâd come in due time, but Iâve got my hands full enough trying to work as an Assessor as well as train you âshadowsâ in a few basic geometries! The least you couldâve done is give us a letter, a missive, a dagger in my papers to let us know you were going to be late!â
âThere--â He coughed, and cleared his throat. âThereâs been a mistake, Jacke didnât tell me about coming here.âÂ
At that the woman paused, and brought her hands up to rub at her temples. âBut of course. Why wouldnât Jacke tell his newest recruit about training with the Arcanistsâ guild. Agh, I swear, if Milala doesnât kill him first, I will do it in my sisterâs stead.âÂ
Aiden blinked at her. Politely.Â
The woman huffed at him, and planted her hands on her hips. âI am Assessor Tonana Tona, itâs lovely to meet you.âÂ
âYou donât sound enthused.â He observed hesitantly.Â
âIâm not.â She shot back. âI train most of the Rogueâs Guild recruits, except you didnât show up last week like you were supposed to, and Mistress Thubyrgeim needs my help with a rowdy carbuncle.âÂ
The red creature at her feet yipped, and she reached down to pet the it. It was almost as big as she was. She sighed and shook her head. âOne of the carbunclesâ bond matrix broke, and now theyâre not dissipating into the aether like they should. And now theyâre running through all our stores of crystals, looking for food.â
âI donât understand a word of what you just said.â He admitted, curling his fingers around the book protectively. It was worn against his fingers, feeling soft and well loved, but even he could tell it was a training weapon rather than the full deal.Â
Tonana sighed at him. â... Well. I guess weâd better start somewhere. You can hold a quill, yes?âÂ
He nodded, and she handed him a primary feather from a dodoâs wing, and a pot of enchanted iron ink. She beckoned him to follow her, and led him deeper inside the Gate, and started explaining. Arcanima was primarily math applied to magic, encouraging the aether to flow along precise patterns that were etched in ink, either in the grimoire he held, or the air as he casted. Each tome held dozens of glyph-spells that formed different effects, and depending on where and how much aether he channeled into each one, they could wind up being quite different. Of course, another key aspect was the creation and manifestation of the carbuncles -- creatures that were called into life by using gemstones as a foci and a complex array of geometric spells. Arcanima also dealt with things such as infectious diseases and their healing, with spells designed around chipping away vitality through sickness and malady.Â
â... By extension, the spell Physick isnât so much a pure healing spell as say, Cure,â Tonana explained as she dragged him down into the depths of the tower. âWhereas Cure might magically âset to rightsâ the wound, Physick seeks to purge the wound as if you would purge a virus in the bloodstream.âÂ
âThat⌠sounds like the same thing,â he admitted quietly. âI know itâs not, but Iâm not a spell caster.âÂ
âNo. You are a rogue.â She said, waving a hand. âI do not expect you to gain a massive understanding of this overnight, nor do I expect you to grasp the intricacies of Arcanima. But these are the basics. If you, like most rogues, wish to learn to cast Physick in a way that will keep yourselves alive, you need to know the difference between it and a conjurerâs application of a similar spell. Else you might end up hurting yourself. Is that what you want?âÂ
He shook his head, and she nodded in satisfaction. âYou rogues are smarter than most give you credit for -- My sister Milala among them. I know you lot have the ability to understand the intricacies of science, even if you arenât book-smart. You play at politics and strategy the same as we Arcanists do, you only do so from the dark with a dagger. A blade pointed at a target with no knowledge of where to aim might as well be a blunt stick, yes? So I expect you to be able to keep up.â
Hours later, he asked her why the Rogueâs guild had the partnership with the Arcanists. She looked at him expectantly, and motioned for him to answer his own question. He stared down at the papers that held dozens of Ruin spells inked onto them, as well as an array for Miasma that would blunt his opponentâs healing and make them harder to move to give him an opening.Â
His fingers hesitated, stiff as they were from holding the quill and spattered with ink, but he signed anyways. âThe Gate functions as a check for everything that comes into Limsa. That includes anything that might be untoward. Pirate and Privateer vessels are not exempt. So it benefits the Rogueâs guild to have a source of information of anyone that might be breaking the code.âÂ
âVery good!â She said, clapping at him. The first few times she had done it, it had felt condescending and annoying, but by now he took it for the genuine compliment that it was. âThereâs also the knowledge that sometimes we know that a crew is hiding something, but we cannot order a search without due process. So we give the information to the Rogueâs guild, and they decide if they wish to suss out if itâs dangerous enough that it breaks the Code and they have to intervene. Likewise, they keep an eye out for things that we need to take care of, such as plague rats.âÂ
âPlague rats?â He asked, flexing his fingers and flipping the page of his grimore to another spell. By the Fury, he wanted tea. He didnât even care if it was something like dandelion tea, or mint, just something that wasnât ale.
âA bit of a catch-all term, I will admit,â Tonana explained, reaching to grab his papers and check them over. âRogues tend to have a better idea when thereâs a new infection that travels among the poor and unclean of the city. Oftentimes, being a port to places such as the New World, vermin carrying diseases and sicknesses come on the ships and arenât caught quick enough. They go to the docks and ground, and itâs the less fortunate that usually fall ill first. Part of an Assessorâs job is to look into the new strains and perform quarantine, as well as research a cure. The Bio spell is a modified viral strain from the Northern Seas, given to upset stomachs and leaking liquid at both ends. Arcanists took the base matrix for the disease and worked it until it became an offensive spell that we use, with a finite end to the effect unless we reapply it.âÂ
âThat⌠thatâs horrifying,â he managed, staring at her. She merely smiled at him.Â
She placed the papers back down on the table, only for the door to the study to bang open with a crack against the stone wall. There was a shout from outside, and something yellow and fuzzy streaked into the room, clawing up the chair and shooting across the table. The small thing slammed into his chest with a discordant musical chime, feeling like a sack of bricks had landed on his ribcage. He couldnât even see what it was, but it clawed up his chest and snuck under his hair, twining around his neck and letting out a windchime hiss.Â
Scared scared hungry scared lonely when is master coming back scared donât want to go back to Sea hungry scared --
His mind whirled with thoughts that werenât his own as the little creature shook against his neck, pressing close enough to make their fur flat against him. A carbuncle, he thought, trying to make sense of the dim emotional impressions he got from it.Â
âWhere is that little hellion?!â a deep voice shouted, and a roegadyn skidded into the view of the doorway, panting and bending over at the waist. When they stood up again, hair falling into their face, they pointed at Aiden, and the Carbuncle around his neck and shoulders. âThat oneâs been eating through all the crystal stores again!âÂ
Hungry⌠came the whine in Aidenâs head, and with it a sort of cramping tightness that felt like he was drained of aether. It tucked itâs head into his neck, trying to hide away from the roegadyn that was shouting at it. Without even realizing, he reached up to pat it, and offer a bit of aether like he would to his twin.Â
âOh dear,â Tonana said, standing up in her chair to get a look at the carbuncle that was twining around his neck. âAll of them? Why isnât its summoner providing it with enough aetherâŚâÂ
âI donât know, but Iâm going to Bio them in the face if we donât find out,â the roegadyn woman huffed, planting her hands on her hips. âThe whole next weekâs store is gone, Tonana, thanks to that one right there!âÂ
The carbuncle latched onto his finger with sharp little teeth, and he winced. He could feel it draining aether out of him, bit by bit, even as the carbuncle shook with fear over being ripped away from him.Â
Itâs okay, he tried to say to it, projecting a little bit of calm, and security. He was always crap at projecting, and it was only Hildaâs long experience with his ⌠gift⌠that she was able to understand him at all. He hoped the carbuncle was able to understand him. Youâre with me now.Â
Scared. It sent back, along with flickering images of being chased, having food taken away, and searching for its master. Searching and searching, with no luck.Â
âIâll take it,â he rasped, cutting off whatever conversation Tonana and the roegadyn were having. Both of them stared at him in shock, with Tonanaâs mouth falling open.Â
âYou canâtâŚ! If itâs bound to another, you canât just take it for your own,â Tonana protested. âNevermind the fact that youâd never be able to feed it aether to exist properly, and if it was destroyed, you couldnât call it back out of the Sea.âÂ
The carbuncle nibbled on his finger again, supping on his aether quietly with a sort of relief. He could feel the tightness around the creatureâs chest starting to loosen. It wasnât enough, not by a long shot, but already it felt a little less scared and hungry. Something clenched inside his chest, and he couldnât help how he cradled the carbuncleâs tiny head with his hand. âI said Iâll take it.âÂ
âNow see here, a novice like you canât even take over a pact--â The roegadyn woman said, before stopping. âYouâre⌠feeding it aether? How, thatâs impossible--âÂ
âNot impossible, Blyssbyrda,â Tonana corrected, with a sudden gleam in her eye. âBut very, very difficult. Do you have a twin?â At his surprised look, she did a little fist pump. âI knew it! Youâre already used to giving aether to your sibling, so an aetherial construct likely isnât much different. Alright, that means that weâll need to modify the summoning matrix for you, as well as do something unholy to the aether channels, but I think this can work--âÂ
âTonana, you canât be serious!â Blyssbryda protested, pointing to the Carbuncle. âWho knows how long that oneâs been causing problems around here, nevermind the fact that we canât just give something like this to a novice!âÂ
The carbuncle shook against his shoulder again, and twisted around his neck and under his curtain of hair to better hide away from the other arcanists. It chimed softly, the sound somewhere between scared and resigned.Â
Whatâs your name? He asked it, stroking it gently to try and soothe it. He looked back at the two women, and just lifted a brow. âI said Iâll take it.âÂ
The image of a small, yellow flower bloomed into his mind, waving gently in the summer wind. A pair of hands plucked them from the ground and formed a small crown out of them, and plopped them on his--the carbuncleâs--head.Â
â... Dandelion?â He asked softly, twisting his head to get a good look at the yellow carbuncle that twined around his shoulders. It--They. They looked at him with joy, their little beady eyes sparkling, and chimed happily. He smiled at them, and scritched just behind the left ear, where it itched. He glanced back at Tonana and Blyssbryda, and smiled. âTheir name is Dandelion.âÂ
âTheir, hm?â Tonana said, and her eyes gleamed with a sort of manic interest that told him heâd probably not be sleeping for a week. âIâll send a missive to Jacke and let him know youâre to be my apprentice for the foreseeable future, until we can figure out whatâs going on with Dandelion here. I hope you like math, Aiden!âÂ
Aiden, a burme rat who barely knew his basic sums, felt his heart sink down into his boots. But Dandelion nudged one of his ears, and he breathed out a sigh. Heâd do it.Â
Here Ktjn stated the topaz carbuncle staring intently at spot in the sand.
Yvet knelt down next to the construct her eyes barely discerning the tracks. Â The harsh desert winds had all but erased them.
"Good work sister," The Viis responded, "Let us continue and see if we can follow where they go."
She continued to follow the track relying on the carbuncle's nose when the sand laden wind had swept them away.
In her mind it was a blessing that the skills she had learned in the depths of the Rak'tika Greatwood could server her here. Â She couldn't even tell herself so far from home because she didn't know if it was.Â
Suddenly the Ktjn stopped her quiet chimes shifting to the deep rumble tone that was her signal danger was near.
Yvet quickly drew her tome ears twitching sniffing the air her self hoping to find some sign of their prey.
The beast had been taunting and maiming the hunters of the drake tribe for a while now prompting the Nunh to call for her aid. Â Now here she was deep in the Sagolii desert searching for the best to end it. Â
The Viis closed her eyes allowing herself to feel the river of aether that surrounded them.  She could feel the solid presence of the Earth aspected carbuncle next to her.  The myriad of small energies that represented the nearby fauna and to her right another massive form poised between the rocks.
Swiftly she dodged left as the beast charged the massive drake causing the ground to tremble upon his landing. Â Ktjn leapt forward summoning a stone spike to stab the beast getting its attention onto her.
The battle was fierce the filled with the sounds of the drakes roars, the jangle of his barding and the sizzle of its levin breath. Â Yvet found hersefl often struggling with spell interruptions due to the paralysis caused by its shocks. Â
But she endured and soon the monster sprawled on the ground its body still convulsing from the virulence of her spells and the multiple holes and crushed bones caused by the carbuncle.
Hours later she trudged into the forgotten springs her chocobo aiding her in dragging the beast in for the hunters to butcher fully.
U'odou himself met her at the gate and the Viis gave him a tired smile, Â "Zanig'oh will trouble your hunters no more,"
The Miqo'te gave her a huge smile, "Aye I see that come my friend rest at the hot springs and then let us have a celebration of your triumph."
The Viis nodded letting the hunters deal with the beast's corpse and made her way over to the springs to soak away the strain of combat.
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While other Disciplines of Magic focus on various permutations of oneâs personal connection to aether, arcanima emphasizes the concept of patterns. These patterns of aether, quite invisible to us, underlie all of existence. From the simplest creature to the grandest edifice, from the slightest twitch of an ear to the most devastating Working, the pattern that aether takes defines the physical existence we observe.
From this basic principle is derived the concept of the geometry. Etched in a grimoire using aetherically conductive ink, a geometry is a physical representation of the pattern of aether of a spell. By focusing upon this geometry and imbuing it with oneâs own aether, the pattern of the spell is evoked.
This concept is easier to comprehend through metaphor. Imagine that you are sitting before a sheet of translucent paper. The paper is illuminated from a light that resides behind it. You cannot see what is behind the paper, but you can make shapes with your hands behind it. When the light is cast upon your hands, they leave a shadow on the paper. You can make shapes with your hands that, if one were to look upon them directly, would appear strange and meaningless. However, when lit in this way, they cast the shadow of a particular figure -- a dodo, perhaps, or even a wolf. The screen is physical reality. The light is your aether. Your hands are the geometry. By focusing your light upon the geometry, a pattern is constructed and a spell is thus cast.
Why hallo friend I would like a delightful headcannon on living aether please and thank you
This has taken an absurdly long time to answer because I ended up using this to refine some ideas I'd been tentatively poking at. :P
Anyway: DT'S LORECRAFTING AHOY.
So! Why is living aether, which by the very phrase is different from the ambient aether that's the normal background radiation of Etheirys, predominately found coalescing around pretty stones, like emeralds and topazes and rubies and diamonds?
Because rocks aren't alive.
Oh, sure, they still have aether in them, everything has aether in it, but stone doesn't have that tiny little spark that one day could become a soul. Now, something like a tree does, and if I may go off on a tangent for a little bit (nope, sorry, not actually a choice, you're getting a tangent) it's one reason that Urianger's amber carbuncle is such an impressive feat: amber that is magically conductive still retains the parent tree's unique aether, and it's not particularly keen on sharing with outside living aether or being anything other than a tree. Urianger had to build his arrays completely from scratch because he had to convince the aether in his piece of amber to be a carbuncle at all. Thus, an amber carbuncle, despite the similar appearance, is a very different type of construct compared to a traditional gemstone carbuncle with an affinity for earth aether: different sources of base aether.
Now, living aether that coalesces around stones aren't necessarily guaranteed to be carbuncles; more often than not, living aether is going to end up in a big chunk, spread across many stones, and end up very strongly aspected to earth, which results in earth elementals and golems (and possibly spriggans, although since it is unknown how that type of soulkin manifests, the matter is up for debate). Very rarely, living aether will instead end up highly concentrated in a single vein of a precious stone, and those cases, that living aether will always result in a carbuncle--but the carbuncle isnât able to spontaneously manifest and is instead initially only able to manifest via summoning.
Now, why is that?
...Great question, I'm still figuring out the specifics of that and reserve the right to override anything posted here at a later date if I come up with a better system. :D Worldbuilding, always a work in progress!