#lighttheabyss

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“You’re flailing. You’ve got a weapon in your hands -- use it.” 

His words were stern, but there was no venom behind them. No anger. He stood across a small circle marked in the sand from a young Viera, the comparison between the two almost comical. He had left his axe outside the ring, only using his claws while his opponent -- apparently someone he was training? -- had a pair of daggers. She launched herself at him again -- and again he caught her before the daggers could strike home, swiftly -- but surprisingly gently -- tossing her back to the sand. He sighed, watching her expression, before walking over to offer a hand and lift her back onto her feet.

“Do not be afraid to strike, no matter who you face. Always be willing to-- hn-?” He stopped short, looking down at where her dagger had glanced off his chainmail and sliced through the leathers protecting one arm, drawing blood. The sneak attack caught him by surprise, getting a bark of laughter before he could stop himself. 

“Yes, like that.” 

He brushed off the girl’s fretting when she saw the wound, roughly tousling her hair between floppy ears. 

“Insect bite. Is fine.”

A few seconds later, he was left to follow behind a very offended opponent as she headed back toward the Holdings.

The Exarch — even recalling his true name, more than just…knowing it’s a name he used to go by, really knowing that he is G’raha Tia, it’s hard to stop from referring to himself by that name in his head; he’s gone by it for decades longer than he ever went by G’raha, after all — startles a moment; he’d been so lost in thought poring over this book he hadn’t even heard Khaida come in, but he blinks at her owlishly, vivid red eyes finding hers as he lets her words sink in.

It’s been a long -- and frankly not very fun -- few weeks, sailing from Doma to Eorzea. Not that Silvanus gets seasick, really, it’s simply the fact that he’s a little stir crazy, and the kids are worse. He’s about ready to toss Mizuki overboard, if he’s honest, though he’d probably fish her out of the water after a bit. But finally they make it to Limsa Lominsa. The city’s like nothing he’s seen before, all white stone and towers and paths practically right above the bluest water he’s seen in a while, and it’s...lovely. If this is a taste of Eorzea, than he can already tell why its people fight so fiercely for it.

@resurgenceparagon :  truthfully i’d rather not.

In the wake of Doma’s liberation, it was taking a lot of work to rebuild -- the enclave’s walls had been pulled down, and though Doma Castle was underwater, a lot more of the old buildings were being repaired and restored, and people were returning from all over. It was...fairly busy. And the Liberation Front had their work cut out for them.

Many people in the enclave were helping the efforts, Silvanus’s wife being one of them, cooking and brewing curatives to ship out to other places in Yanxia -- and Silvanus, knowing he wasn’t quite suited for handling anything in public (given his race) was simply ferrying her finished bento boxes and crates of medicine to the enclave docks. He wasn’t wearing a mask, only a strip of cloth around his forehead, and though it protected his third eye, he was quite obviously not native to Doma -- his height, blond hair streaked liberally with grey, and blue eyes made that clear.