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Final Fantasy XII Week - Day 6: Family

Under the new moon, when there is no light to reveal the night’s secrets, Mjrn leads Khiri across the bridges of Eruyt Village. Her heels dangle from her free hand and her steps are without a sound, if it weren’t for the miqo’te struggling to keep up behind her. “Where are we going Auntie Mjrn?” she calls out, rubbing her drowsy eyes. Mjrn offers no reply. The pair make their way up two wooden staircases and one more bridge until they arrive at one of the outer dwellings of the village. Although a warm yellow light shines from inside, no one appears to be home. “This should do,” says Mjrn with a satisfied hum as she puts her heels back on. “But my bed was so warm! And you pulled me out of it!” Mjrn turns around to Khiri and bends down to her knees until her eyes are level to hers. “I know, my love. But I have something important to teach you and I must do so covered in the darkness of the night and away from the eyes of my sister.” Khiri tilts her head, snuggling up in her green tunic. “Come, sit down next to me.” Mjrn sits down at the edge of the platform overlooking Golmore Jungle. Even in the dark Khiri can see the leaves rustling in the wind and the animals darting through the jungle in search of either shelter or prey. Khiri sits down next to Mjrn, pulling up her knees and wrapping her arms around them until nothing remains but a small furry bundle. “Now, I know that you have been curious about your viera sisters discussing Mist. And even though they may tell you that they are discussing the ever-present fog that lingers underneath the canopy, there is more to it. Viera customs forbid us from teaching the ways of Mist to an outsider, but. . .” Khiri’s ears peek up in response and are met with a smile by Mjrn in response. “I cannot in good faith call you an outsider.” “You will teach me about Mist?” “It is not a simple skill that one can learn in a matter of days,” says Mjrn. “And it is commonly taught solely to viera, so do not expect this journey to be one without struggle.” Pulling up her knees even tighter, Khiri nods. “Let us start simple, then. The Golmore Jungle is alive. Of course, it is a collection of living plants and beasts, but you must also consider Golmore alive on its own. The Mist is a direct trace of the jungle’s essence. The first step is to feel it, after which you will understand it and, if you possess the aptitude for the arcane, you may even learn to manipulate it. But for now I want you only to try and listen.” Mjrn closes her eyes and brings her hands down. She holds them palm up, connecting her hands at the fingertips. “You just have to listen, Khiri.” But Khiri’s attention is focused on something else: Mjrn's ears. They twitch as they listen for something hidden in the forest, far out of reach for Khiri herself. She tries to mimic the movements with her own ears, pointing her feline ears as far up as she can. “The forest is breathing Khiri. It is well. Can you hear it? Close your eyes.” Khiri does as she is told, forcing her eyes shut. She can hear the cry of a group of lynxes as they strike their prey, the wood of the platform underneath her groaning in the wind. Surely Mjrn is talking about something else, Khiri thinks to herself, but what is she supposed to hear? Seconds bleed into minutes as the morning inches closer. Huddled up next to Mjrn the wind nearly lulls her back to sleep, but just as she’s about to open her eyes she hears something. A sensation, a little spark in the distance. She cannot put it into words, nor describe the sound. Is it even a sound? she thinks, but then she understands. Golmore lives. And if you listen closely you can understand what it's saying.

Art by Ryoma Ito for the Final Fantasy Trading Card Game.

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