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Karo arrived, wide-eyed in Limsa. The airship ride in, she had hugged the rail, staring out at the wild blue water beneath them, waves crashing and the salty air reaching her even at the heights they flew. She had hit the ground running off the airship, and as soon as she had a clear view, had jumped to the rigging outside the guild to stare out at the bustling harbor below. No memory remained of her time with her fathers, when they had seen the sea from Thanalan, letting her relive the experience of seeing, hearing, and feeling the ocean spray again for the first time.
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Koriah hadnât ever seemed a part of the family. Not really. She seemed more mythical creature than Elezen noble to Adelaide. Even the circumstances of her birth, which Adelaide vaguely recalled her parents gossiping about when she was 3 years old, was outside the norm for the family and more like a supernatural gift, like a fairy child being bestowed upon the family rather than the product of nature or love. Her parents would speak all the time about how imminent it was that her aunt and uncle would soon be the first Azmeriens to sever their âeternal bondâ and that they hadnât so much as opened a door for one another or said a word in kindness to each other in the 2 years since theyâd been wed.
Then one day her aunt and uncle showed up at her parentsâ door holding hands. Holding -ungloved hands-. Holding ungloved hands with their skin touching for everyone to see. And they were smiling. And they were laughing. And they said such scandalous and, frankly, uncomfortable things as âI love youâ right in front of everyone! That wasnât a phrase Adelaide heard all that often outside of childrenâs tales. It wasnât something her family ever said. Not in public, not in private, not even in jest, not ever.Â
And then they did it. They kissed. Still in full view of the whole family! And this was not the usual polite kiss on the cheek or kiss on the back of (gloved!) hands for which Adelaide was so familiar. They kissed each other on the lips. They tilted their heads, smiling, and then put their lips together and 3 year old Adelaide saw it and -frankly- it was weird and she didnât understand it at all. What was the point of that? She thought maybe it looked kind of gross. When she looked around at the rest of her immediate family with their jaws dropped and their eyes quickly darting away to look at something, anything!, else, her 3 year old thoughts were confirmed. That was definitely weird and gross. If it wasnât her family wouldnât react that way. Right?
And it was after that kiss that the announcement had been made. Her aunt was pregnant! And she and Adelaideâs uncle were -happy- about it. Oh, there was plenty of gossip about how the kid must have belonged to another man because sheâd been having an affair and the whole lovey-dovey thing was just a public display to squash exactly the rumors that the lovey-dovey display had actually instigated instead. There were teams of couples whoâd come over for weekly card, chess, or mahjong nights who would spend the evenings drinking expensive brandy with her parents and betting on who the actual father was. But to everyoneâs great astonishment, when Koriah was born she already had a crop of bright red hair the exact same color as her fatherâs. As she grew up she shared the same striking green eyes as her father as well. Of course, by that point all the gossip had moved on to other couples and their possible infidelities and short-comings and the shock of Koriahâs arrival and the affection between her parents had completely been disregarded.
But not by Adelaide who carried that with her as one of her first memories and would continue to reflect on it as she grew older.
And as her cousin Koriah did not.
The sudden announcement of Koriahâs death when Adelaide was 25 and Koriah was 22 came as much as a surprise as the announcement of her arrival had.
Maybe it shouldnât have. Koriah Azmerien had always been warm and sunny in personality (or what her detractors would call: âfrivolous in demeanorâ). She didnât take anything too seriously. She wore what she wanted to. She went wherever she felt. And she genuinely did not care at all about what people said to or about her. When Adelaide would be stuck with insecurity regarding what she should say to someone (or -not- say to someone) at public events, Koriah never understood. Sheâd say, âIf you introduce yourself and they are unimpressed, they are the problem not you. So why worry about it?â
Well, Adelaide worried about it because her mother worried about it. And her sister worried about it. And two of her brothers worried about it. And sheâd heard plenty of gossip that told her that she should worry about it. Why didnât Koriah worry about it!? Sheâd one day be heading her familyâs estate as well, shouldnât she want to make the right impressions to the right people? Wasnât she as stuck in this stifling, rules heavy society as Adelaide was?
That answer cleared itself up fairly quickly. At 19 Koriah said she was going off to see the world outside of Ishgard to learn what she could about other places. She longed to see other venues, other people, to taste other foods.
What she really wanted to do was see the Limsan ocean. Sheâd stared longingly at painted pictures of the ocean since sheâd been so small she teetered and fell down more than she actually walked. The bubbly child would get quiet and listen with rapt attention to any story that featured dashing rogues and pirates by the seaside or that told tale of giant sea monsters or seductive sirens. Koriahâs parents eventually tired of buying their daughter stories about the ocean, perhaps wanting her to focus more on Coerthan tales of might and adventure instead, but the ocean had Koriahâs heart. So when her aunt and uncle stopped providing the books⌠Adelaide found a way to sneak books to her young cousin about high sea adventures instead.
And as Koriah grew older, her taste for the seafaring stories grew as well. Moving past the usual childrenâs tales, her book collection became⌠rather more âadultâ in nature-- much to Adelaideâs sheltered embarrassment who until her cousin had showed her the collection of erotic and romantic Limsan pirate and rogue stories had not even thought such a thing had existed. By that age, late teens, Adelaide had, of course, known that kissing was a thing. That touching was a thing. That the common folk would sometimes disappear into dark alleys and do⌠things. But sheâd been raised by a very strict mother who had made it clear that such things were âcrassâ and âunladylikeâ and that as the future head of the Azmerien household, the future of the Azmerien name, she had best not ever think of such things.
Being told not to think of such things and then being shown books that wrote -exactly- of such things of course meant that Adelaide would rebel. She thought about âsuch thingsâ frequently. But sheâd never -buy- such a book. Sheâd just borrow them. Where did Koriah even find those? Wasnât she embarrassed to be seen with them?
No. The answer was no. She said someone had taken the time to write those things so someone might as well take the time to read them. She didnât make it a point to read them in public and she hid them in her room so they werenât immediately on display-- but she did not hide that she purchased them herself. âAnd if someone were to take time to read them, that someone ought to purchase them herself rather than sending out a servant to do it for her.â
So when Koriah said she was âoff to see the worldâ, Adelaide knew that she was âoff to see the ocean.â And when she imagined Koriah out in Limsa Lominsa she imagined her capturing hearts and scandalous kisses the same way the heroines in her books did. She only wondered if itâd be a pirate or a rogue that sheâd end up running away with in the end.
It was a rogue, apparently. Letters from Koriah came back regularly⌠until they didnât. Koriahâs parents and younger brother received the boring letters that spoke of Limsan gossip and fashion. Adelaide received the letters that spoke of the things her cousin actually cared about.Â
And the things she loved.Â
And the boy she loved.
And that boyâs goofy little brother.
The boy was named Lysander Winsome and he was a key figure in some sort of thieving gang based in Limsa, but it wasnât the life he wanted anymore. He wanted out. He wanted to save enough to buy a ship-- his dream was an airship because his heart belonged to the sky as much as Koriahâs belonged to the ocean-- and he wanted to get away with only what mattered most to him: his brother and Koriah. She thought itâd be easier to buy a ship they could sail on the ocean. Thatâd be a dream easier and quicker to reach and while they worked on the ship they could have adventures and save enough for the airship. But what if-- what if one day they had a ship that functioned as both? Wouldnât that be amazing? Would Adelaide want to come to visit on a vessel that could both sail and fly?
Adelaide wrote that of course she would. But honestly, it was all a little hard to believe. Koriahâs letters sounded as much fiction as any of the books sheâd left hidden in her bedroom. Maybe these letters were just fantasy. Maybe they were meant as fun reads when her reality was really just the boring letters about Limsan gossip, sales prices, and fashion that she sent to her immediate family. And she continued to think this until the letters became more sporadic and then stopped all together.
And until she met the goofy little brother.
Adelaide had assumed that âWinsomeâ was a made up last name. No one was named that. That was an adjective, not a name. But when the 12 (or was it 13?) year old boy with chestnut colored hair, the oversized @dumb-hat swallowing up most of his face so that she could hardly see his amber eyes, looked up at her and then grinned so wide that what she saw of his eyes lit up, and told her that was his real last name⌠Adelaide knew that it was both an accurate adjective and a real last name.
Koriahâs last correspondence to her family was a letter that Evander clutched in his hands, written in her hand, beseeching them to care for him if he arrived without her and making clear that she gave him all rights to her property-- including her inheritance-- and that her final wish was that he be treated as the family that he was. She had married the boyâs brother in secret and in the absence of her and Lysander-- Evander Winsome was all that was left of her and should be treated with the same love and courtesy that she had been treated when she was there.
She never said âaliveâ or âdeadâ in the letter. But everyone knew what it meant.
What Evander did not know and would not ever know, was that a week before he arrived to Ishgard without her cousin, Koriah had written Adelaide a letter too. That letter contained two notarized copies of a will that made legally official and binding that Evander was her heir and was to receive all her property and inheritance. It was sent to Adelaide to ensure that the one person in the family that Koriah trusted as much as herself would have it and could speak up for the young boy in the unfortunate possibility that Koriahâs family would pretend they had never received a letter of their own and tried to wash their hands of Evander.Â
The letter also read:
âAdelaide,
The storms in Limsa have made the ocean more alive than ever. It thrashes and dances with such exuberance that it makes me want to dance as well. The white sea foam reminds me of the lace hems on the dresses you and I loved so much as children: the ones that would twirl when weâd spin. I wish you could see it.
Lysander and I plan to make our escape soon. I never told you before because I didnât want to worry you, but the gang did not take it well when Lysander made it clear that he wanted to strike out on his own. In fact, while we donât speak of it because we donât want Evander to overhear it, weâre fairly certain they plan to retaliate. As of now we plan to board a trading vessel that will take us out of Limsa Lominsa-- maybe even out of La Noscea entirely. Weâll head somewhere new and see the ocean there. Lysander wants to try his hand at opening a jewelry shop. He thinks heâd like to be a goldsmith. But his dreams and ambitions change as much as the sea does- so when we get to the new place he might decide to do something else entirely! I look forward to it. We both do.Â
But on the off-chance that we never see that dream come true and that the Limsan ocean is the last one we see, I will pay for Evanderâs trip aboard another vessel with a few people I trust and see that he gets to Ishgard. Please welcome him. I donât know how long heâll choose to stay-- but I hope he gets a chance to foster new relationships, experiences and a new family while there.Â
And on the off-chance I never see you again: I love you. I know thatâs not a thing the family says. But sometimes it has to be said.
The books belong to Evander now. But you let him know I said that you can keep borrowing them.
Koriah.â
Thank you to @dumb-hatâ for letting me use his character and his backstory NPCs here! This timeline is certainly not 100% correct, but rather than stressing myself out trying to work out the exact ages and whens and whats-- Iâm reminding myself that this is just about getting some writing out there and that I can fix the details later!