welcome to my little world within final fantasy 14. I've collected all my characters and stories in one place to enjoy them and I hope you do too!
Haikuro Hoshi . 28 .
Nymian Scholar
Cota Iriq . 33 .
Xaela bard and master crafter
Veifa Kvelja . 85 .
torment weaver
siofra uin . 11 .
fae doll
Safiya Khouri . 20 .
train wreck
Catori Ondine . 27 .
traveler and artist
Pyra Vivum . 40 .
lazy cat
Una Kindur . 33 .
assassin
hedge witch
Lilura Deuil . 440ish .
sil'dhin voidsent
S'ymplia Thot . 27 .
prize fighter
Haikuro Hoshi
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
-Emily Dickinson
| mango bot | |
|---|---|
| age | 28 |
| pronouns | she/her |
| nicknames | metal duck |
| loves | swimming, dogs, mathematics, Nym |
height 5'
weight 107 lbs
eyes dark green
hair black
etnicity raen, au ra
mbti
enneagram
zodiac scorpio
diety Nophica
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Haikuro grew up as an only child in a quiet, book-filled home, where her passion for learning was nurtured by her parents. Though she always excelled in academics, she often felt disconnected from her peers due to her intense focus on intellectual pursuits. As she entered adulthood, she began to seek out a more balanced life. Her interest in Nym's history led her to uncover ancient manuscripts and hidden knowledge, which sparked an interest in the occult—a mysterious and unexplained aspect of history that captivated her. Wanting to push her limits further, Haikuro sought out a combat mentor, recognizing that a tactical mind needs the physical discipline to match.Haikuro’s talents lie in her exceptional intelligence, particularly in mathematics and engineering. She enjoys solving complex equations and creating mechanical systems while listening to metal music, which helps her concentrate and stay energized. Her mild interest in the occult adds an air of mystery to her character, though it remains more of a curiosity than a belief. Currently, she is focused on honing her tactical abilities and her job as a specialist librarian in Sharlayan.
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Hooks
First item
Second item
Third item
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” —Anais Nin
cota iriq
The mention of my child’s name
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of his name.
It soothes my broken heart
And sings to my soul.
| cota iriq | |
|---|---|
| age | 33 |
| pronouns | she/her |
| nicknames | Love |
| loves | Lizette, her son, fruit, ramen |
height 5'
weight 105 lbs
eyes aqua
hair coral
etnicity xaela, au ra
enneagram 2w1
mbti enfp
zodiac leo
diety menphina
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Cota, originally from the Borlaqq tribe, found that after birthing a son she could not part with him. And so she left with him to join the Iriq. She had a deep love for all children, her own included, and found a sense of peace in watching them grow. When the Garlean invasion threatened the Azim Steppe, Cota chose to fight, entrusting her son to the care of the tribe. During her travels, she met Lizette, a beautiful Raen woman, and the two fell in love, fighting side by side. Now settled in her life with Lizette, Cota seeks to reunite with her son and bring together the two most important people in her life.
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Hooks
Lizette
Searching for her son
Helping others
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them. -Leo Tolstoy
siofra uin
“But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
"How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
| siofra uin | |
|---|---|
| age | 11 |
| pronouns | she/her |
| nicknames | |
| loves | children, candy, water, plants |
height 4'7
weight 98 lbs
eyes mint
hair peach mint
scars cracked porcelain face
etnicity fae, pixie
mbti enfp
enneagram 7w6
zodiac aquarius
diety
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Siofra is a mischievous pixie from Il Mheg, known for the chaos she and her twin sister, Rira, caused that led to their banishment by the faerie king. Their constant troublemaking was too much for even the fae realm to handle, so the king decided to send them to the Source. Conveniently, a lively viera (Valisari) had recently arrived in The First by accident, seeking a way back to the Source. In exchange for the viera’s assistance, the king offered to grant her fae powers, while also handing over the troublesome twins to her care.Like all fae, Siofra delights in turning humans into shrubs and luring children to their death, aiming to turn their souls into playmates in the faerie realm. Despite her darker tendencies, she is bubbly, vibrant, and almost always speaking at an incomprehensible speed. Her curiosity and impulsiveness are often employed in seeking sweets, hard candy being her favourite. She will put anything in her mouth to test if it is edible or delicious.
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Hooks
Candy
Il Mheg
You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it. -Robin Williams
safiya khouri
I loved how his eyes danced merrily,
and the gentle way he spoke;
the way he filled my aimless days,
with bitterness and hope.
I loved him as I fell to sleep,
and each morning as I woke;
I loved him with all my wayward heart -
until the day it broke.
- Lang Leav
| Safiya Khouri | |
|---|---|
| age | 20 |
| pronouns | she/her |
| nicknames | Fi |
| loves | drugs, sex, raves, pool, qas (but don't tell him) |
height 5'1
weight 115 lbs
eyes green
hair dark green
scars intricate scars making up a summoning circle
etnicity seeker of the sun, miqo'te
mbti enfj
enneagram 3w2
zodiac pisces
diety
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Fi tossed in her sleep, her brows knit, and tears rolled slowly down her baby cheeks. Images flashed one after another. Her mother screaming at her to run as a building crashed down on her. The panicked populace of Ul’dah, intermingling with rioters, trampling her as she crawled along the Emerald Avenue. The diminutive sultana with her child-like voice commanding calm.At first she had taken comfort in that voice. Those sweet tones assured justice, but they did not extend to the slums that Fi found herself in. At eight years old she was placed in a pillow house, nominally, to serve drinks, within five years she was forced into the trade of the establishment. A well meaning older girl would put her to sleep every night with somnus, to soothe her hurts inside and out. The days went on, hazy and terrible, until she learned to numb herself to all her surroundings. She turned off her mind with drugs and alcohol, had a string of lovers that she hated, and lost all the money she made.Ironically, the person to take her from this lifestyle was nearly a boy himself. The young man, Qas, was sent to round up entertainment for one of his father’s parties. He was struck by how young Fi was and asked her to come along, to keep him company. He came by the pillow house day after day until he was able to secure her a position in his father’s house. The older man liked her. He liked her irreverence, her fire. He was generous and indulgent with her until the day she left.The boy was another story, he was hot and cold by turns, sometimes he spoiled her outrageously and then he would leave and not speak to her for days. In a fit of rage she left the house and took shelter at the house of one of her many dealers. And then there he was, cozy as could be, drinking and laughing on the couch. And then there he was dying in front of her eyes. And there he was walking away from her. She ran and couldn’t find him. She screamed his name and he didn’t come.Fi woke with a start, soaked with sweat, the name still in her mouth. Qas slept peacefully next to her. She rolled out of bed in search of something to calm her nerves and numb her heart.
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Hooks
Somnus/Alcohol
Sex work
Rehab: Fi really wants to get over her addictions, but isn't the best judge of character. At one point she ended up in an odd twelveswood cult.
those broken girls have the deepest love. -R.H. Sin
catori ondine
for you to see beauty here
does not mean
there is beauty in me
it means there is beauty rooted
so deep within you
you can't help but
see it everywhere
-rupi kaur
| catori ondine | |
|---|---|
| age | 27 |
| pronouns | she/her |
| nicknames | |
| loves | painting, traveling, flowers |
height 5'
weight 120 lbs
eyes peach
hair peach
etnicity keeper of the moon, miqo'te
mbti infp
enneagram 4w3
zodiac libra
diety
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Catori, the oldest of seven children, grew up in the tranquil forests of Gridania, where the natural beauty inspired her love for art. Raised in a busy household, she learned independence and self-reliance at a young age, finding solace and creativity in the peaceful woodlands. Her intrest in art began in earnest when traveling painters passed through her village, and Catori eagerly absorbed all their knowledge, developing her own unique style that reflected the beauty of Eorzea.Beyond painting, Catori has a passion for cooking, though her enthusiasm often leads to a chaotic kitchen filled with flour and spices. Despite the mess, her dishes are always well-received. With a heart full of wanderlust, she is now ready to travel across Etheirys, seeking out renowned masters to further her art and immerse herself in new cultures, foods, and experiences. Whether through painting or cooking, Catori is determined to follow her dreams, one brushstroke and one new recipe at a time.
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Hooks
Art, especially painting
Far away places
There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people. -Vincent Van Gogh
pyra vivum
We have calcium in our bones,
iron in our veins,
carbon in our souls,
and nitrogen in our brains.
93 percent stardust,
with souls made of flames,
we are all just stars that have people names.
-Nikita Gill
| Pyra Vivum | |
|---|---|
| age | 37 |
| pronouns | she/her |
| nicknames | |
| loves | chillin, skating, bonfires, sunsets |
height 4'8
weight 115 lbs
eyes gold
hair strawberry blonde
etnicity seeker of the sun, miqo'te
mbti istp
enneagram 9w8
zodiac virgo
diety Azeyma
Coming soon...
Pyra is a carefree, warm-hearted girl with a natural ability to make others feel comfortable around her. Her happy-go-lucky, sunny demeanor draws people in, and she’s most at home in casual clothes, enjoying outdoor adventures. She has a special love for bonfires and sunsets, often spending her evenings watching the sky change colors and unwinding by the fire. She also has a passion for skating, surfing, and dancing, embracing these activities as ways to express her free-spirited nature.Despite her confidence, Pyra is still searching for a deeper purpose in life. She’s unsure of what direction to take, but she enjoys living in the moment—whether that means riding the waves, dancing, or simply relaxing around a bonfire with friends. Her terrible sense of direction often leaves her lost, but it’s just part of her charm. She’s still figuring it all out, one adventure at a time.
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Hooks
First item
Second item
Third item
I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there — that is living. -Fyodor Dostoevsky
una kindur
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
-Emily Brontë
| Una Kindur | |
|---|---|
| age | 33 |
| pronouns | she/her |
| nicknames | |
| loves | forests, snow, magick |
height 5'
weight 105 lbs
eyes bright blue
hair white
etnicity Raen, Au ra
mbti infp
enneagram 4w5
zodiac gemini
diety menphina
Coming soon...
Una was born with a rare and powerful affinity for astrology, a child seer in a world where such a gift is rarely seen. With raven-black hair and deep violet eyes, she was an average child by most standards, spending her days playing and exploring the libraries of Sharlayan alongside her best friend, Vechna. Her parents were skilled aetheryte engineers, and they often took her with them on their work trips. When Una was eight years old, her parents were assigned to Dragon's Head for a project, and they brought her along, as usual. During their stay in the small settlement, Una made a few eerily accurate remarks to the locals, which led to her being accused of heresy. The guards swiftly apprehended her, and she was sentenced to be thrown into the Witchdrop, a grim punishment for those deemed dangerous.As Una fell into the chasm, all color drained from her body, and a murder of crows took flight, causing the inquisitors to flee in terror. Unbeknownst to them, an aetheric shield had protected her from the fall, and her parents, frantic and determined, eventually found her and took her back to Sharlayan. Una has no memory of the events that transpired that day or anything from her life before the fall. Now, as an adult, she has recently crossed paths with her friendly neighbor who seems to have an interest in her. His name is Vechna.
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Hooks
botany, as it relates to healing
All types of magick
how is it so easy for you to be kind to people he asked, milk and honey dripped from my lips as i answered, cause people have not been kind to me -Rupi Kaur
lilura deuil
Do not stand by my grave, and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush, I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand By my grave, and cry—
I am not there, I did not die.
— Clare Harner
| lilura deuil | |
|---|---|
| age | 440~ |
| pronouns | she/her |
| nicknames | Lilu, Lu |
| loves | poppies, mushrooms, history, writing |
height 6'
weight 170 lbs
eyes amber
hair vibrant red
etnicity viera, veena
mbti entp
enneagram 8w7
zodiac gemini
diety nald'thal
...
Ever since her awakening due to the excavation of Sil'dih’s ruins, Lilura has been captivated by the world she now inhabits. Her inquisitive nature drives her to ask countless questions. While often charming and witty, Lilura is contemplative when it comes to her research, determined to uncover the lost history of the ruined city and exonerate her people in the eyes of history.Currently, Lilura is focused on writing a detailed tome about Sil'dih’s true history, seeking to fill in the gaps left by distorted accounts and incomplete excavations. Lilura's voidsent nature creates unique challenges and she is always looking for new solutions to her ever growing hunger for aether. Nevertheless, she is driven by the hope that uncovering the secrets of Sil'dih will help her find purpose in the world, all while exploring her own origins.
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Hooks
Sil'dih
Mushrooms
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never beautiful. It was always just red. -Kait Rokowski
veifa kvelja
I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which should never escape. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
-Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
| veifa kvelja | |
|---|---|
| age | 85 |
| pronouns | she/her |
| nicknames | V, Dearest |
| loves | chocolate, luxury, Vali, Qas (but don't tell him) |
height 6'2
weight 180 lbs
eyes grey
hair deep blue
scars only on the inside
etnicity viera, veena
mbti intj
enneagram 5w4
zodiac gemini
diety
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V, as her close friends have come to affectionately call her, is a prickly ex-interrogator with an extremely sharp tongue. Having left her life of violence behind she continues to run from her pain. Her past lingers like an invisible thread, tying her to things and people she would rather forget.Strange aetheric phenomena seem to occur around her, often tied to her unpredictable emotions. Whether it’s a rise in temperature when she is angry or the scent of cherries when she is embarrassed, the world around her reacts in ways that can only be described as uncanny.When she’s not selling information to the masses of Eorzea, V enjoys all sorts of luxury; food, clothing, experiences, and especially desserts! The sharp edge she presents to the world may never dull, but in moments of quiet indulgence, a softer, more vulnerable side of her emerges — one that few are fortunate enough to witness.
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Hooks
Dyanmis and Aetherology
Botany and Poisons
Information Seeking
And here comes in the question whether it is better to be loved rather than feared, or feared rather than loved. It might perhaps be answered that we should wish to be both; but since love and fear can hardly exist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved.
― Niccolò Machiavelli
s'ymplia thot
We have not wings, we cannot soar;
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
-henry wadsworth longfellow
| S'ymplia Thot | |
|---|---|
| age | 27 |
| pronouns | she/her |
| nicknames | Lia |
| loves | working out, her sisters, fighting, clouds |
height 4'11
weight 125 lbs
eyes blue
hair pale blonde
etnicity seeker of the moon, miqo'te
mbti entj
enneagram 3w4
zodiac capricorn
diety
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S'ymplia is one of six known half-sisters, all born to the same infamous father, A'thot Tia, who roamed from tribe to tribe, leaving a trail of unsuspecting Sunseeker women in his wake. Raised in Ul'dah, S'ymplia’s mother worked as a blackjack dealer at the Golden Saucer to support them both, which unfortunately contributed to S'ymplia’s own gambling addiction. Growing up surrounded by the high stakes and thrills of Ul'dah, S'ymplia found herself drawn to gladiator fights, eventually training for several years before entering the arena. With hard work and determination, she became the undisputed champion, using her newfound wealth and fame to start a successful clothing line with her older sister, W'hauta.S'ymplia is a driven perfectionist with a keen entrepreneurial mind, constantly striving for success in both her business ventures and personal life. While her controlling nature can sometimes cause tension, her loyalty and determination make her a reliable ally to those she trusts. After recently ending a long-term relationship, S'ymplia is focusing on her business and personal growth, determined to forge ahead and continue building her legacy.
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Hooks
Fighting techniques
Fashion/her clothing line
gambling
Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing. -muhammad ali
| author | |
|---|---|
| name | mango |
| age | 44 |
| pronouns | she/her |
| timezone | CST |
ㅤrp experienceㅤ Hi there! I’m relatively new to RP in FFXIV but have been writing stories for as long as I can remember. I’ve been exploring this kind of storytelling for about a year now, and I’ve had a blast so far! I have experience in both casual and story-driven RP and am open to either style, depending on what the situation calls for. I also enjoy exploring darker and more mature topics from time to time. Writing, storytelling, and playing pretend have always been my favourite, and I’m excited to connect with others who love to create as much as I do!
ㅤrule oneㅤ Please be kind and gentle.
ㅤrule twoㅤ IC and OOC are completely seperate. Please specify which you are speaking to me as and I will do the same.
ㅤrule threeㅤ please respect boundaries and adhere to consent at all times.
Valisari Hvassvithri
Veifa's stalker
ㅤfara d'voranteㅤ
Lilura's best friend
ㅤQas Muskatㅤ
Fi's on again off again lover
ㅤAequil Libramㅤ
Pyra's partner
ㅤMerry Marigoldㅤ
Holly's friend
ㅤW'hauta Thotㅤ
S'ymplia's older sister
ㅤRira Uinㅤ
Siofra's twin
Vechna Loviti
Una's neighbor
ㅤLizette Tominayaㅤ
Cota's wife
Seryn Kah
Haikuro's partner
Deep in the canals under Ul’dah, in the buried city of Sil’dih, lies a woman…no, not a woman any longer. A being, a soul left behind. After being in a deathlike sleep for centuries upon centuries, Lilura is awakened by the sounds of crashing rock, shouting, and searing light.Born in the city of Sil’dih into a wealthy family, Lilura had an average upbringing. She excelled in science and reveled in being outdoors. When she was 40, quite young for a viera, the city went to war with it’s sister city, Ul’dah. When the city gates were locked by the oncoming crusaders, trapping the Sil’dihns in with the zombies created by Ul’dah, Lilura escaped into the canals beneath the city along with other citizens. The people died slowly, succumbing to the zombies or starvation. Lilura channeled all her fear and rage into protecting her people, but she did fail at the last. Alone, dying of starvation and despair she called out into the darkness and there came a reply. A quiet voice, cold and seductive, offered her a new means with which to live on and continue her work. Survival won out and she was turned by the voidsent into a Nightkin, forced to live off the blood or aether of other beings to stay alive.At this point Lilura went deeper into the canals, killing the rest of the zombies in her wake. She lived there alone, surviving by taking the aether of the large beasts and monsters in the depths. Fifty years later a man came to her, quite weak and desperate. This man asked her to kill him, he was starved and defeated, the few people left were constantly harassed by monsters and dying in the dark as Ul’dah rebuilt their city above. She sent him away, but more came, begging for her mercy to end their suffering. Giving way to this plea, she lost some of her humanity, but not all. She was unfailingly gentle with any who came to her, trying to convince them to return to their families. Eventually the people were no more and she was truly alone. She wept and layed down to sleep for the next 350 years.
Veifa (her actual name lost to time) grew up amidst constant conflict with the Garleans. She learned to fight to protect her mountain home and her people through guerilla warfare and constant violence. By the time she was twenty years old she proved proficient at gathering information, either by espionage or interrogation. She gained a reputation as a seductive assassin and vicious torturer, completely disconnected from her humanity when interrogating captives. This gave her the title Veifa Kvelja. Torment weaver. Death disguised as beauty.During this time she gained a rather unwanted companion, an unhinged little thing insistent on following Veifa everywhere. As the conflict surged on she came to be attached to Syell, protecting her from any danger she could and trying to persuade the girl to go deeper into the mountains for her safety. Upon returning from a job in Bozja, she learned that Syell had just left to the same city with a resistance group. Doubling back, Veifa was just in time to see the explosion from the dalamud moon obliterating Bozja from existence.Something broke in her. That same day she left her beloved mountains and everything she had ever known. She made her way to Thavnair in shock. After a time she recovered somewhat. She took up weaving spells with cards, weaving fortunes to make her own. The mesmerizing dancers in Radz-at-Han intrigued her and Veifa discovered a passion for dancing. She would lose herself in the music, transported out of herself and her pain.Amassing a significant fortune in Thavnair led her to reevaluate her situation, she decided to travel. She traveled to all the places she had read about in the warm libraries of Radz-at-Han, always preferring the places with arid climates, rocky terrain,and big open sky. As she traveled she learned trades, collected rare artifacts and, as if by rote, gathered information. It was a very lonely time in her life. Loathe as she was to admit it to herself, she missed Syell’s companionship. Preferring solitude and untrusting of everyone, she finally settled in Ul’dah. Here she could blend into the busy streets of commerce and profit from the constant political intrigue and greedy merchants.She kept her name from her time in Skatay, it has kept her safe by causing fear in those who have heard whispers of her in dark places across Etheirys. Most Eorzeans just see it as “exotic”, confirming her contempt for all. Jaded and bored she looks about for entertainment. She has grown accustomed to decadence and indulgence, but never comfort. She craves safety and intimacy, a fact she does not acknowledge, even to herself. And so she seeks new things, new people, searching for something she can not see.
“Veifa!”The sound echoed in her head as usual, the sweet voice burried under the rubble in the now war torn ruins of Bozja. She shrugged it off and kept walking, glancing at the market stalls here and there.“Veifa! Veifa!”The voice got closer, more corporeal. It wasn’t a dream. Veifa tilted her head slightly to catch a glimpse of a viera trying to catch up with her in the crowded market. She turned sharply into the quieter darkness of Pearl Lane. As the younger viera girl caught up and rounded the corner, Viefa seized her by the throat, drawing her knife in the same movement.Venom dripping in every word, she spat, “Who are you?”Shocked and panicked, Syell replied, “Veifa, it’s me! It’s Syell!”“How DARE you speak her name, I watched the city turn to ash before my very eyes. I’ll give you one chance to speak before I strip the skin from your flesh and remove your organs one by one.”“Veifa, it’s me. I wasn’t there, we were stopped at a check point, we didn’t ever make it to Bozja. Veifa please, you were gone by the time I got back, I’ve been looking for you,” Syell pleaded with her friend.Veifa paused, considering the veracity of the girl’s words. “Prove it.”[proof given etc]“I’ve missed you, sæta. Let’s go someplace quiet. My office is near by.”Veifa led Syell through the bustling city hardly aware of her surroundings, the clouds of dust and ash from the obliterated city flashing in her head and obscuring her vision, the emotions unfelt for years choking her with their intensity.
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