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The Sun: Their happiest memory

An arcanist was not a true arcanist until they were able to summon their first familiar, the Carbuncle. At least that was what she was told. Her first encounter with one was something she could never forget...the magical familiar was very fond of her despite belonging to a different owner. Ever since then she wanted a Carbuncle of her own.

Through effort and training she was able to achieve her goal. While many students summoned Emerald ones on their first try, her Carbuncle ended up being Amethyst. It was not unusual for students to have different colored Carbuncles, but it was indeed rare for one who was not even of Sharlayan descent.

“Ammy” was the greatest gift she could ever have during her time in the academy.

IN DEPTH HEADCANON PROMPTS; SET 1

εжз: What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable?

Greenery and the forests of the Black Shroud, despite their well-deserved reputation of being a not-so-safe place to wander about carelessly, are some of Ahlis’s favorite things. The smell of the earth, streams, flowers and lush foliage are all very serene and beautiful to her (Ahlis would also consider residency in the Shroud as opposed to Limsa Lominsa but due to certain black mage things she’s…let that possibility go). Ahlis also enjoys hotter climates as well, like the semi-arid and arid landscapes of Ul’dah and knows that such places, while stark to places like the Shroud, have their own beauty as well. 

Perhaps the most uncomfortable/disagreeable things Ahlis has about nature is the cold and wintry areas. Coerthas is a perfect example of a place Ahlis loathes to find herself in. La Noscea, while not a poor place to live when it comes to the weather, is very breezy and in turn can also be a bit chilly to her. It’s not the best but she can’t say no to the sea!

⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself?

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... SWEATS...

Honestly, if we’re talking like. in terms of queer-platonic relationships I’d say he had a very strong one with Minfilia. Hands down, meeting Minfilia changed his life and perhaps even altered his view on life. She had that much of an effect on him. He was essentially at his lowest point in his life (penniless and alone in a foreign land and being unable to communicate properly kind of made him miserable) when he came across the Scions. Minfilia gave him hope and a purpose, which was what he lacked at the time. Ever since, he’s done his utmost best to protect and stay by her side.

As if on cue, Naegling fell from his limp hand, clattering to the ground unceremoniously. Aymeric all but glared up at the imposing male, his pride not wanting him to give up, and yet his better judgment – and injuries – bade him to relent.

He’d felled dragons before many a time, but somehow the Dravanians paled in comparison to Magnai – or maybe he was simply losing his touch since the war’s end.

“Aye.” He lowered himself to one knee, in a show of submission and respect. “I should have been more careful. ‘Twill not happen again, of that you can be certain.”

Magnai’s stance remained lowered, axe gripped in a single hand, ready for the next attack if it were to come. When i t was clear there would not be another, he stood taller and hooked his axe to his back as he loomed over the man who made the terrible mistake to challenge him.

“And here I thought mine own of the Steppe loved battle-- for what do you attack me for?”

It had taken much to pull Magnai from the Steppe, but the Warrior of Light-- the Khagun-- had demanded it, and so here he was in the windy, chilly city of Ishgard. He’d merely heard tales of their war and had only but recently heard it had since ended. Perhaps the man was still on edge, or perhaps Magnai looked like someone who would be attacked-- a familiar foe or an untrusted face.

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He takes hold of the Lord Commander’s face with scarred palms and a small smile. His eyes twinkle with a strange kind of fondness as he caresses his cheek with a thumb. Time seems to slow as Masaki leans in close.

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It’s kind of a norm for him at this point.

Masaki stumbles in as he sinks his fangs into the palm of his hand to restore his mana. It’s not much for the moment but he’ll take when he can get. He unceremoniously plops down in a chair and sheds his jacket, revealing that blood has effectively covered very concerning portion of his shirt, and throws down his pack. The au ra rummages around for his supplies to start bandaging the various hurts and wounds he gathered on his latest hunt when he notices footsteps.

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“Huh?”