#stringing bits of notes together

Prompt #1: Envoy - An unused piece of Post EW timeline that involves traveling through Orthard with Hylnyan, Thancred, G'raha and Estinien Prompt #2: Bark - Post EW timeline, A parody dealing with Tomestone farming for mounts and a mount story Prompt #3: Extra Credit - Feathers. Post EW timeline but HW Vanu tribal quest related Prompt #4: Off the Hook - Taking Inventory 2 got transcribed. Hylnyan and Thancred's relationship Prompt #5: Barbarous - Timeline in mid EW, someone remembers Hylnyan all the way from end ARR as one of eight

Prompt #6: Ring - ShB 5.3 onwards Hylnyan from the POV of a dungeon support NPC's POV. Consider to be after Shed prompt Prompt #7: Noisome - EW dungeon run thing and a Miqo'te hunter Prompt #8: Shed - ShB post 5.3. My take on his mindset I guess Prompt #9: Fair - Mid HW between Awakening in Ul'dah and Into the Aery. short story for a thing that happened in Gpose Prompt #10: Extra Credit - Envoy. Post ARR, Taking Inventory 4 got transcribed. A very short window of happiness for Thancred. A Mor Dhona days short

Prompt #11: Once Bitten, Twice Shy - The start of EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series. No she's not as okay as you think she is, that last solo duty took much out of her. Prompt #12: Dowdy - ShB clearly someone expected things to be fanicer with Hylnyan's sense of fashion. What?! Do you not know how puny she is compared to her enemies? Prompt #13: Check - Pre 6.5 EW short. Being delivery Miqo'te, feat Ryne Prompt #14: Clear - Mid EW, Hylnyan's decoy team and the fellow collaborators who knew since mid-late HW Prompt #15: Portentous - Post ARR Thancred and Cid short that finally got transcribed. A Mor Dhona days short

Prompt #16: Jerk - EW end 6.0 that is after Dreamless Sleep series, the Mor Dhona part of Road to reovery. Something ridculous about Housing and the people looking out for Hylnyan since the Bloody Banquet. A Mor Dhona days short. My personal fave. the notes were tame, this one came out silly. The noodle incident is what it is. Prompt #17: Resting this day Prompt #18: A Fish Out of Water - ARR Pray return to NG+ Prompt #19: Weal - EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series, think about her companions who had to closed in around her, some of them been through this once in ShB Prompt #20: Hamper -EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series, Aetherial Sea Team was suppose to get a short story to replace an earlier one that was scraped

Prompt #21: Grave - EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series Prompt #22: Fulsome - ShB musing, Light corruption mindset. That which could have been. Prompt #23: Suit - Post EW timeline but SB Anata tribal quest related Prompt #24: Resting this day Prompt #25: Call it a Day - Post EW Pandemonium timeline, A parody dealing with Tomestone farming. Pandemonium boss spoiler

Urianger though being a healer of sorts had wisely stayed by Y'shtola's side to aid her the entire time. The others were wary that his strained relationship with the comatose Miqo'te might have the opposite effect instead. 

Nor does he wish to earn the enmity of Alisaie and Estinien were he to speculate on the silence of the fae allies and absence of friendly spirits or otherwise of the Aitiascope.

And thus they had made arrangement for Clemence and the young healer jumped at the chance to visit the city of knowledge.

There was a rhythm to it. As soon as her duties would allow, Tataru would visit daily to sit by Hylnyan's bedside to work on blood pearl charms. This time in the form of various pieces of jewellery to be dedicated to all if not whichever one of the gods that were watching over Hylnyan. Even to the Big One of the Namazu.

The thought had occurred that it was better not to leave out anyone however obscure or antagonistic their encounter with the godslayer. Hylnyan’s journal had been most useful for that. Clearly, she had favourites - The Lord of the Revels, Shiva and oddly her long standing rivalry with Garuda.

Of course, even the unforgettable Feo Ul was counted as a being of power. Their silence over summoning them for aid or not. But most of all to Nophica and Menphina who Hylnyan claim simple worship and to Halone who was thought to hate Hylnyan's guts for wreaking havoc upon her house of worship and traumatising a great number of her followers.

Even Hydaelyn and Zodiark were included. The irony of petitioning the gods to safeguard the wellbeing of a godslayer was not lost on them. 

There was a rhythm to it. Tataru talking to Hylnyan about this and that as she worked. Even Thancred and Alisaie does the same to keep her updated daily, even the reticent Estinien and friendly Clemence joined in with a quip or two.

“So you see. I know we’re not supposed to read your journal and stuff… so thanks for having a content page of sorts and bookmarking stuff for easy finding. So we only look through the section about the gods…. And I guess you’re okay with Thancred doing the reading since he’s the most discreet one of us all.” Realization hit Tataru for however weird that it might have sounded. There was a section marked about Ryne and he had enough control not go into that. “Wait no!!! Don’t think of it as we’re sacrificing Thancred to take brunt of your ire!!! That we thought it was safer for the rest of us as he’s not as likely to earn your anger….. I mean you both get along so well. And at one point we all thought you and he were… you know. But then… you know… And then all that happened and you know.” The rhythmic drone of her voice lulling even Clemence into a mediative state.

“You should have seen G’raha at the thought of holding himself back against asking anything more than beyond your encounters with the gods and kami of the Far East. There were bits that was sewn shut and we left those alone… Like we did most of your journal!!! We only looked under what you wrote for the gods!!! Do Ascians even count as Gods? That bit about Eden…”  

“Estinien ended up leaving the room when we got to Shiva… and he chose not come back in until we’re done with finding any and all beings of power that you might have encountered. You might want to have a talk with him to make him feel better.”

“But seriously…. The Big One? What jewelry does a fish even wear? Bismark I can understand. But can they even wear a bell like the Namazu does? I’m not expected to make a fish hook am I?” Tataru laughed absent mindedly.

“Don’t know…. You still owe me…. Blood pearl charm…earrings….” A raspy voice answered her. “You’ll have to wait, the last set I sew into your clothes were crushed--!!!  Hylnyan!!!”

“Ohh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!” Tataru was in a panic, Clemence woke in a start. “Thancred yes!!! Clemence keep an eye on her!!” Tataru ran off as quick as she could.

“Thancred!!!!” She called as loudly as she could when she reached outside. The trio of musicians and Estinein were at her side instantly instead. “It’s Hylnyan!!! Estinein get the twins and G’raha!!!! Get Ameliance!! Get Y’shtola and the chirugeons Quickly!!!!!!” Without asking more they rushed off to their tasks.

“Tataru!” His voice calmed her down a bit, she waved and turn back towards the room with him close at her heels.

Within, Clemence had helped Hylnyan into a sitting position and gave her some much needed water. The duo flew to her side, embracing her as tightly as they would dare. The worried call of Alisaie turn into joy as Estinien arrived, carrying each twin under his arms and G’raha slung over his shoulders. Soon others began to join them.

Alphinaud finally having found the strength to collect himself looked for his sister, who was still beside Thancred, this time she was the one holding Hylnyan's hand instead of G'raha who had fallen asleep where he sat.

"Alisaie." He called out. Easing himself out of the makeshift dining chair. G'raha’s ears flicker and he reached for Hylnyan's hand. Reluctantly the Elezen maid let go of Hylnyan's hand to get up and speak to her brother.

“Let's go home. we done all we could." "I'm not leaving." His sister replied. “Alisaie please. We won’t know--” “I. Am. Not. Leaving. Hylnyan. To. Wake. Alone!”

"Go home." the dragoon's steady voice parted them. The Elezen maid half his size gritted her teeth and turn to face him, she had half the mind to explode at him. He had already removed his intimidating outer armour. But his attention was on Alphinaud, he laid a comforting hand on the young man's shoulder.

"Go home. Rest. Write your reports and present them to the leaders and their representatives, if that is what lets you reconcile with all that had happened. You been through this before, so let your sister gather her thoughts her way. We'll be here to keep an eye on her. None of us are needed elsewhere.”

The young man closed his eyes as he took in Estinien’s words. They were all tired. Estinien escorted Alphinaud to the door, giving the young man a firm squeeze on the shoulder as he left.

The trio of musicians who had been playing in turns took the opportunity to rush to the door and peer in from the doorway as much as Estinien would allow. Cirina then shoved a warm basket of buuz into his hands. She gave Estinien a firm squeeze on his arm and then the trio slip away.

"You." he tiredly glared at Alisaie. Not keen on any arguments from her. "Eat. Don't make her worry."  He shoved the basket of buuz into her hands.

He made his way to the bedside, to take a look at the unresponsive Miqo'te. Thancred watching him tiredly with one eye open. Not even a snarky remark from him. Estinien then sat down beside him.

Tataru with Estinien following quietly behind came into the room before Hylnyan could take flight. Escape would be tough at current point of her health anyway. Thancred sat down beside her sealing off any further routes of escape.

“Do I need to be a part of this conversation?” Estinien enquired. “You are as bad an influence on her as she is to you. It will do you good to listen so that I need not chase you down again.” Tataru huffed.

“Right then. The matter at hand.” She faced their wilting champion. “You have an apartment in the Mist.” And then she glared at Thancred for being in the know. “It was still under renovation. I needed his help for some minor thing.” Hylnyan defended, a hand on Thancred’s wrist. “I understand it to be your private space to invite whoever you wish. But is there a need to throw people into the waters for enquiring about the location?” “Beats feeding them to the fishes.” Estinien added and then sipped his tea. “Estinien!!!”

“Ah it is still in place?” Hylnyan asked with innocence as she munched on a cookie that Tataru baked. “If you mean that they knew who I was and still took delight in scaring me all the same, yes. If it weren’t for Thancred showing up that day… You worked with the Dutiful sisters too don’t you?” Realisation that Thancred could have prevented the entire show that day.

“Yes they started doing this after the Bloody Banquet, Merlwyb liked how much vermin it drew out of the woodwork. They liked that you put up quite a brave front going there all by yourself..” There was some amount of pride in Thancred’s voice until he noticed the unamused glare from Tataru to focus on the actual matter.

“Ah.. right that. Vermin aside, even Sharlayan students who wanted to do a paper on you had been thrown into the water as well.” “Well it be hard to differentiate the two.” “Estinien!!!” “Get a house Hylnyan.” “Meh?” “Get a house, it makes certain factors feel better about being able to keep an eye on you without having to deal with the Sisters.” “Ul’dah is too dry for me. I stay in the Gridanian Archers’ barracks anyway. They’ll have to learn to deal with the Auspices and Shinobi.” “Another bunch who are no different from the Sisters.” “I could always move to the Steppes. Sadu would love the challange in practicing restraint.” “No that just makes it worse! Shirogane is neutral enough.” Tataru gave up. There was a limit as to what she could do. “Aymeric’s offer of housing in Ishgard still stand.” “Says the one who doesn't stay in his.”   

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To visit the Shirogane(v2.1) house To visit the Mist apartment

Not again, for one who has done so much and yet ask for so little. He was not going to lose another. And yet what can he do? Godsdammit, is there no healer or chirurgeon skillful enough on this dammed island of bright minds who can do something?

The sudden turn of events had shocked the celebrants in the hanger bay into silence. His urgent call for medical attention had whipped all into activity.

Not again, he was not letting go. Not again, he was not going to lose her, not like this. He kept a hand on her as Thancred ferried the suddenly comatose Hylnyan to the nearest healing facility.

He kept pumping a steady stream of aether into her, under the hopes that it would sustain her until they could get to better medical treatment. He will not let go. If he had to hooked himself back into the Tower again, he would. He won’t lose her. Not again.

Not again. Not like this. Was this it at the end of it all? To let her fade away as a cold comfort of a tale? Must there always be a threat so as to justify her continued existence? Grimly he helped to clear the path ahead.

Not again. She couldn’t hear herself screaming to get medical attention for the wounded Miqo’te with the others. Someone was directing them to a medical facility. She followed them inside. Ignoring her brother’s calls. No one can or dare to remove them, not even her brother. Godsdammit all she’s not going leave her alone like this. It must not end this way again.

The other three were of like minds with Alisaie, Estinien stood at the door barring others save for healers and chirurgeons. None could do anything to get pass the doors nor get the details of what had happened from the silent Estinien.

The Scions or rather Thancred and G’raha would allow no visitors save healers and the chirugeons to provide medical attention for their injured comrade. The magically inclined Scions did what they could to aid the healers.

Outside, a vigil wall near Estinien had begun to form for battered Miqo’te. With only the calming harp offering solace over the muffled yelling from within the chamber at one deep point of night. Thancred’s frantic voice against one of the chirurgeons. No one wanted to think the worst. No one wants to give up on her.

Dawn had broke and all the healers had done all that they can do, leaving the rest up to the patient’s will to survive. The medical personnel soon retreated and the vigil wall outside had thinned out when they realised the Scions still refused visitors. The most Ameliance could do was to get Estinien to bring in food and medical supplies in for the others.

Inside the room, most furniture had been pushed aside, used bandages and other bloody reminder had been cleared away with the chirurgeons. Braziers were burning to keep out the chill out. The lone bed had been shifted to allow the patient to be attended to on both sides.

Thancred slumped by one side of the bed, with Alisaie beside him, her head propped upon the bed. While G’raha is on the opposing side. The red headed Miqo’te held the patient’s hand lightly, maintaining contact at all times to pump a steady flow of aether into her, to lessen her pain. The mammet of a dark hair girl wielding a hammer sat quietly by the patient’s pillow.

The remaining Scions had retreated to the table where Estinien had left food. Tataru had brewed tea for them all. The Dragoon after a few bites of breakfast had returned to his post but this time guarding the door from within, as if in hopes to defend against any spirits that dare enter to claim his sister-in-arms’ soul. The calming sounds of a harp drifted in again after an interval, this time a flute and a morin khuur accompanied him.

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Alisaie would be very upset if G’raha stole this one. Hylnyan was in a dreamless sleep for a while (weeks?). Might be induced by the Aetherial Sea Team for her body to heal enough. My notes didn’t go that far.