The warmth of bitter black coffee soothed the dryness of her throat.  Mornings where hated by many who had to rush up and get to work.  Maeskia loved them for it meant another day to gather knowledge of the world around her.  A rustle of her papers heard as she turned through them reading about the underground caverns where war was taking place.  

Shadowfire

Oh, how it destroyed and ravaged homes of mole like creatures.  How dangerous it would be under the hands of those who whiched to see Azeroth burn.. Again.

Her life as above the ground, the owner of Drop Dead Gorgeous beauty products was not about to get her hands dirty on the soils below.   Yet, she needed to know everything she could about the dragons and their turmoil.  Another set of eyes who would report to her daily.  Someone pretty, innocent, and craved adventure forgetting about the dangers it brought. 

Current lovers would offer to tramp down there or send one of their own.  However Maeskia preferred them not to know of her little plans.  Sometimes a woman had schemes no one needed to know about but herself. 

So where did she find her next prodigy?  Perhaps it was time to go visit the isles for herself. 

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An Apology, to my Final Fantasy XIV character

i beg your forgiveness

for using fantasias

to change your looks so many times

i know i shouldn't spend the money

i know i should be more careful

but every time you change

i want to experience more and more of you

i want to see eorzea and beyond through your eyes

(and i also love your ass

and your chest

they are glorious)

i know i'm weird

and hungry for pixel booty

and i apologize

once more

as i buy another fantasia potion

"I am Anasuya Crimsontide, the second to the eldest child of six to a poor but loving family. Our situation wasn't always so dire, in the old days we produced a rare red pigment for dyes and such, and because of it, we were quite wealthy until Arthas led his invasion, leaving three-quarters of our lands destroyed.

Production of our one export suffered and our entire family was forced from a beautiful and spacious home into the barn that was repurposed into a makeshift house. I barely remember life before, I was young and the trauma of it all is enough for any mind to block out the memories.

I was taught to be humble, chaste, and obedient. To 'never forget my place in this world.' Personally, I think my parents put too much stock in the opinions of their "betters," if they are going to look down on you, they do not need a reason. They simply will, and that is none of my business.

Working what was left of our crop became a priority, each of my siblings and I learned to tend the plants and harvest, dry, and create the pigment. It wasn't until my adolescence that I began the work for a nearby textile company and hand dyeing bolts of fabric for their use. Day after day standing in the stream and running the fabric to set the dye, this task was our namesake but the production had stopped with our fall until this benefactor financed the reboot.

This is why my fingertips are stained red; forever a reminder of the life I come from. Eventually, I began to teach my younger siblings the skill, preparing to make my own life somehow.

In my spare time, I studied anything within reach about herbs and crystals, gathering and cataloging reagents and learning things like woodworking and whittling, knitting and sewing, and other handicrafts until I had a vast knowledge of my arts and inventory.

With the help of my father, I built my wagon by hand and loaded my entire stock, some personal items for comfort, a tent, and camping supplies, and set out into the world to carve out my place in it. to find who I am away from my family's rules."

After arriving in the Bazaar of Silvermoon City, Anasuya opened up her wagon and unveiled her sign, beaming a warm and welcoming smile to any who approached her, ready to assist in any way she could and already itching to see where she headed next.

Khaeris had never learned patience. She had gotten better about waiting, but she was not patient. There was a difference. She had waited for clarity. She had waited for answers. She waited for her lover’s safe return. She waited for results. She waited on payment. There were things she had given up waiting on and things she was still waiting on years later. Waiting for Pollux was hard. He had been home for weeks now, but he still wasn’t fully home. Waiting for her own emotions to thin enough to be pliable was also hard. She didn’t like to be so brittle. Waiting to push through fear to confidence felt impossible. Water. Relationships. Time. These were battles she fought over and over and over. These felt like ferris wheels, not roads. Movement didn’t always mean forward. Patience was all around her. Pollux seemed unmoved by much; time and space apart a little foreign to him. His mind was in the Here and the Now. Pyraelia had Experiments and Seasons to look forward to seeing. Ahuatli was patient with Lessons and Love, open and a light to all. Khaeris felt the lack in herself. Had seen the lack of patience shatter things around her. Seen it ruin delicate hearts and scald spirits. She felt the press of ‘hurry, hurry!’ on the back of her legs and the thrum of ‘lets go!’ in her pulse. No, she had never learned patience.

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"Three blasts of the horn mean it's time to wake up."

"Time to wake up..."

"Wake up!!" A voice shouted, their hand gripping Emveah by the shoulders and shaking her awake.

Emi jumped from sleep, hurled into consciousness, and had an aching head. "I'm up. I'm up!" She groaned, sitting up in her cot and reaching for her waterskin to clear the sick taste in her mouth, stretching and falling back on the cot with a thud. "Nope, thirty more minutes." She defiantly rolled over and passed back out nearly that instant, luckily the Company was fairly lax on the rules or she'd have to be out in that heat with a hangover.

The dig nerds could wait.