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Gentle Dark

A Final Fantasy XIV fic. Urianger/Moenbryda, and other relationships. Please see AO3 for full list of tags and warnings. Updates Fridays, biweekly.

Heartbroken after the loss of his dearest companion, Urianger labors to save two worlds in which he has never felt more alone.

Chapter 9: These Tenuous Threads of Fate

'Twould be yet another day or two ere Urianger could bring himself to make the trek back to the Silver Bazaar, knowing even as he did that to delay would avail him naught. Mayhap he had hoped by the grace of the Scholar that he might at once stumble upon some verse of prophecy that would make plain to him that which the Mothercrystal had set in motion… even illuminate for him his next steps. Alas, 'twas not to be, not yet, and he had delayed far long enough

He set out late in the afternoon, after a late night followed by a fitful sleep, forgoing the aetheryte in favor of traveling on foot, hoping that the longer journey might help him to clear his mind. Passing through the Footfalls, he found his gaze lingering upon the Belah'dian ruins, o'er-grown with moss and ever-crumbling—those which had not already been pilfered for their raw materials in the wake of the Calamity. South of the path, two Lalafellin thaumaturges stood waist-deep in water before the Silent King, the upper half of a great statue that lay askew within the waters of the oasis. Scholars dispatched from the Order of Nald'thal, no doubt; these were a common sight. A pity more resources could not be devoted to the preservation and study of these ruins, the likes of which would never have been left to moulder in Old Sharlayan… but these were troubled times, and the priorities of the Order were not those of the Forum.

Nonetheless, it troubled his scholar's heart. Forsooth, much had been lost that had once been known. Without great effort, much remained to be lost, even now.

Lamitt: *sighing* Nyelbert.

Nyelbert: Fuck shit up out there, but don’t die.

Day 4 - 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑦, 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠