#creiyah

Awww THANK YOU hun on behalf of @vylette-elakha and myself! We really do appreciate hearing such a BEAUTIFUL thought and love it when others enjoy our girls just like we do! Hehe more shots incoming! I hope you are having a WONDERFUL time and that you keep shining! 

Send ✗ for my muses reaction to being grabbed by the front of their shirt/collar and kissed hard on the mouth

I already know who this muse was for, so I’m not even going to ask. xD <3 Aly’xis can be found on this blog here @tankintrade! And let me tell you; these two are GONNA BE CUTE. Thanks for the ask, my dear! <3 @creiyah

Rose sank into the steaming water of her bath up to her nose, staring at the wall opposite of her unseeingly. Her cerulean eyes were dull, a shade darker than normal and her eyes slightly bloodshot. Her freckles stood out against the pallor of her skin, her hands were blistered and burned, and every muscles in her body ached.

But, damn, was she making progress. Her manipulation with aether was starting to progress and her reaction times were becoming faster. She could feel it slithering through her veins when she focused enough. It was still difficult as all hell, but she could now bring it forward with more ease and use it to punch faster and kick harder. She and her sparring partners at the Pugilist Guild had all walked away with bruises, scrapes, and bloody wounds...and it had felt good. 

She glanced to the chronometer, noting the time and she leaned her head back against the tub. Some of her ebony hair had escaped from where it was pinned atop her head, the strands sticking to the damp skin of her face and neck. She was going to get looks at the meeting tonight; she looked like shit and she knew it. A little make up and her gloves would go a long way.

Well, maybe no gloves, she thought at she looked at her bruised knuckles and blistered palms. She flexed them and cringed, but gave a humorless chuckle. 

She settled them in her lap beneath the water once more, eyes closing. The carousel of her mind turned again as her thoughts shifted toward the current predicament: tracking down Saphyra.

Thanks to Murdock and Richart, they had pinned her location down in Limsa Lominsa and the underground fighting rings there. Their next move was to infiltrate, rig the brackets, and get Kayne and Arik to fight against her. Why the little Raen had gone there, it was unknown. Her retainers had lost her there -- but there had been reports of a new Xaela entering the rings. She had a suspicion, but she wasn’t going to make assumptions until she managed to catch sight of this ‘Xaela’, herself.

The more shocking revelation was that of Saphyra’s relations with the beast tribes and her Astrologian stone. The beast tribe portion explained Saphyra’s speech pattern slip-ups and the constant grubbiness she sported; branches, dirt, ruffled hair, and torn clothes...the young woman was certainly working with some fairly interesting friends. It shed a lot of light on some things. The Astrologian Stone...that was something of a mystery. She was quite curious why she entrusted such a stone to the little Sylph and where the Raen had obtained it. Time would only tell.

She would have Emeline and Jun get in earlier, maybe recommend some fighters be removed from the brackets or find a way to get them to throw the fight...or stack the odds in the favor of Kayne or Arik, perhaps both if there were team entries. She would leave the two towering male Xaela to handle Saphyra in the ring. 

Rosette continued to formulate the plan in her mind, knowing that she would need Catherina, Mafrea, and C’reiyah in the locker room to find Saphyra’s affects. Said locker room was warded with intricate magics to keep patrons and sponsors from tampering with the fighters’ affects -- the runners of the pit fights wanted equal and fair play. At least, on their terms. 

Her retainers were still gathering intelligence on the when, where, and what...but she had a faint idea in mind. Now, it was just the finite details and setting the wheels in motion.

She smirked, “Challenge accepted, Saphyra.”

And now with our own problems and hopes for a future, Catherina decided it was time to start making alliances to call on. We met with Ser Anson Rockwell and his Knights of the Alliance. With Catherina at the lead, we explained our path and current issues.

Ser Rockwell pledged who he could and let us know, should the time come, we would have his martial support. It was a time to be thankful for friends.

I was also shocked by Mafrea’s ability to persuade a room and speak about magic with such tempered diplomacy.

Now we have those that will gather, those we know we can call from the skies and those from unexpected places. I do not think Alaric understands what he is getting into.  

Kirei’s tail starts to wag feverishly side to side in excitement. “Yes! Let me tell you of my favorite weather.” she says as she bounces up and down. 

“I love those days in fall, after a big rain storm. Usually after that, the sun shines bright and casts big shadows on the ground, because the clouds are nice and puffy. There is a crispness to the air like no other. The flowers and plants, everything seems so calm.” 

“It is so specific, and the conditions rarely are perfect for such a thing to happen. So when it does...it is the most refreshing feeling in the world to experience, and I absolutely adore it.” 

Thank you for the ask @creiyah !)

Mismatched eyes looked over a shoulder - looking onward to the figure who’d run their hand along the smoothed, exposed skin of an arm, having caught it mid step. A quizzical expression emerged across her face, especially considering.. the woman who’d done so was not one of familiarity in the slightest.. Though it wasn’t all that strange for people to be grabbing for her attention - usually it was men who’d been denied her attention. Now.. This Seeker, she was lucky, really. Vale found the exchange.. interesting, amusing - even.. And with it, chose to see /just/ where it would lead, instead of retrieving a hidden blade or other weaponry she kept on hand. Moments later, she found herself slowly pulled close, not forceful in any manner, but one of delicacy. She made a mental note of that, for certain. She was no more than mere ilms away from the woman who stood a bit taller than her, though it wasn’t by much.. Iridescent globes twinkling in the light whilst taking a studious look to the miqo’te. Brilliant emeralds stared back at her - the first thing she -always- seemed to look to, eyes. They told stories that one would not. These ones, told her of simple interest, and of hints of naivety. 

A smirk slowly began to form along her lipsticked lips, licking them briefly before she chose to speak out. “Well hello there, darling. To what do I have the pleasure, mmn?” The trio of tails swished idly behind in some form of slow, elaborate dance. “I presume it was mild curiosity, that brought us to.. this, was it not?” The xaela mused, giving a sly wink in turn. “–Good. Be curious, often. Just don’t be /too/ curious.. As the saying goes..” Her tone shifted to something more sing-song, “Curiosity killed the miqo.~”

Hehe what did I do??? :-p Though truly if I do anything to help anyone smile then that immediately makes me smile because I want everyone to enjoy themselves and to smile! Nothing better than helping someone get through their day if you ask me. We all have enough stress and things to worry. Let’s have more reason to smile!