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Another Journal Entry

Wicked white, even after five turns this thing is still here. Guess it’s only been a moon, proper, here, though. But I was gone for so much longer...time passed me by and no one is the wiser. I couldn’t be alone. I’d been alone for five bloody years with that maddening pixie and now that I was home...I thought I could belong again. After tonight I don’t belong anywhere again. He didn’t love me, and I couldn’t just stop. Now his...fiancé is angry with me again, Suzume won’t speak or look at me again (I don’t think she even knows what is happening, just that her Khala hates me). And Mercer... I didn’t know he saw me. I didn’t know it was killing him. He kept opening up to me. Kept making me feel safe. That’s why I loved him. It’s why I wanted to be with him. I don’t. Not now. Not anymore. I’m not part of that family. And I don’t want to be in the Tower family as long as... I will not take the oath. I thought I would. I was ready to, before Sasari returned. I don’t want to be in this family anymore. Hells...I want to go back to Eo Aenc now. At least I had fun in Il Mheg No more. I just want to be done.

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Elemental questions

Earth:

Leaf: What’s your favourite season?

Tree: What’s the highest up you’ve ever been?

Flower: What’s the prettiest thing you own?

Grass: Do you prefer to be outside or inside?

Soil: Have you ever planted something?

Mountain: What’s the furthest you’ve ever travelled?

Rock: What’s your favourite gemstone?

Vines: What’s your aesthetic?

Plant: What, in your opinion, is your best aspect?

Forest: Where are you most calm?

Mud: Do you like to do hands-on things?

Bug: What’s your most irrational fear?

Cave: Where’s your favourite hiding place?

Garden: Where were you at this time last week?

Spring: What’s your earliest memory?

Water:

Tide: Can you swim/do you like to swim?

Beach: If you could be one place right now, where would you be?

Coral: Do you believe in mermaids?

Seashell: What’s a sound that soothes you?

Seaweed: Favourite sea creature?

Saltwater: Cold showers or hot showers?

Stream: When was the last time you had a bath?

Ocean: Have you ever been sailing?

Hurricane: If you had to save one thing, what would it be?

Rain: What do you do when it rains?

Thunderstorm: Do you like to be outside in the rain?

Dew: What’s your favourite drink?

Bubble: Do you live near the water?

Snow: Does it snow where you live?

Ice: What’s your favourite thing to do in the winter?

Air:

Clouds: When was the last time you were on a plane?

Breeze: What’s your favourite dessert food?

Smoke: Who’s your favourite artist?

Fog: Do you wear glasses?

Wind: What’s your favourite song to dance to?

Mist: Do you like fairytales?

Sky: Do you like to wear dresses?

Stars: What’s one wish you have?

Flight: What are you most excited for right now?

Float: What’s the first thing you think when you wake up?

Breath: What type of music do you listen to?

Bird: If you could fly, where would you fly to?

Feather: How long do you usually sleep for?

Balloon: What’s your favourite carnival ride?

Space: Have you ever seen an eclipse?

Fire:

Bonfire: What’s one thing you lost that you want back?

Warmth: Who is the person nearest to you right now?

Light: What time is it where you are?

Volcano: What are you most afraid of?

Sun: What would the person nearest to you right now say about you?

Lava: Do you like to do reckless things?

Flame: Have you ever burned something?

Soot: Have you ever hurt someone you didn’t mean to?

Coal: Have you ever been hurt by someone?

Ash: Do you have any birthmarks/scars?

Campfire: What’s your favourite childhood memory?

Lightning: Are you afraid of storms?

Energy: Pick one word to describe your life.

Lantern: Are you afraid of the dark?

Summer: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?

Journal Entry 1

It’s been a while since the events that made me want to pick up paper and quill and start this diary.  The scar is still there still seared to my side scales and all like i was born with it.  it burns, sometimes.  I react to events unfolding around me and it stings like it knows what is happening or --- more frieghtening, it remembers ---- events the blind elezen was exposed to

the dreams are less frequent now, thank the gods.  the dark tree in the aether sea --- should I tell Lyta or Kerin??? other dreams come now, Nice dreams.  Memories, they seem like, of another persons life.  I dream about things about teri that i can’t remember ever knowing or doing -- surely theyre dreams yeah?  of course they are

I want to tell Lyta I want to take the pledge and earn my mage name.  Something with the water, of course.  Aqua sounds nice...

Another journal entry...

It’s funny, I think Kiratai told me once, the more you practice something, the easier it becomes.  It was when he was teaching me how to read and write in this tongue - and he was right.  He usually is.  The more I read, the easier it became.  The more I practiced speaking, the easier it came to me.

I haven’t spoken hingan in   kami be good, it’s been a few summers since.  The steppe was different, I could slide into my natural tongue like sliding down a cool riverbank.  Hingan was never my tongue, but I had to learn it with Aruktai.

Anzu introduced me to a visitor, a new friend.  The poor girl was struggling with eorzean     Anzu knew how to speak, and asked if I did, too.  I expected I’d have to knock off a lot of rust

It was like someone else took over.  The first ten minutes I had to concentrate on the words, really think about how to speak again, and then after that?  It was as if it hadn’t been years since I last spoke it.

I wonder, sometimes, how much truth was in Kiratai’s words, and how much that there is something different happening

The dreams have continued - the song sounding so much more desperate as it invades my mind.  Images of a barren world   bathed in light    a great pain to the dark tree I see planted in the center of my thoughts - but what does it all mean?

I need to ask someone if they know what it could mean.  Could I still be suffering from when

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Conflux, Pt. 5

Anafenza stared up at the tree and shivered.  She pulled away from the Commander’s comforting embrace.  “I…I don’t know what else,” she began, shaking her head.

Stormy interrupted.  “You mentioned a curse.  The vines choking out your tree.  They’re red vines, bloodred vines; what is this curse?”

Ana shook her head.  “When I killed her – the other Jessika – I wasn’t in control of myself.  I was under the control of these…other mages that call themselves ‘Nemesis.’  I was trying to parley with them; I didn’t want more of my friends to get hurt, and so I approached them using an amulet of theirs we had confiscated.”

Stormy blinked in disbelief. “Nemesis.”  She shook her head.  “It’s always a Nemesis plot…”

The Commander looked over at her.  “You recognize the name?”

Stormy laughed once, humorless.  “Yeah,” was all she said, and left it at that.

Anafenza continued.  “I just wanted peace…and they rewarded me for my troubles by using magicks to gain control of my mind, convince me the only way to peace was to silence my friends, starting with Lyta.  I was attacking her when Jessika got in my way and I…”  Ana trailed off – they’d heard this part already.  “I was still trying to kill Lyta when Jessika expired; this cloud of dark aether erupted from her body and surrounded me, subduing me and breaking the magicks that were driving me.  I woke up later in the infirmary…I knew what had happened, I was aware of everything.”  She wiped her eyes – she hadn’t noticed she’d started to cry – and continued.  “I woke up with this scar on my body, the same scar Jessika had born.  Her ‘bloodvine,’ as it were.  Since then, I’ve…heard a strange song…I’ve seen her memories…I’ve begun to use strange abilities she could use…and I’d swear I could feel her presence with me.”

The Commander tilted her head.  “What is aether?”

Anafenza nodded towards the tree.  “That dark fog rolling off the tree?  That is aether.  It’s…what everything is made of.  Aether flows through everything, everyone.  It channels to us from the lifestream.”

The older Jessica furrowed her brow.  “That would explain the strange energy readings, then.  This aether, do you have your own signature of it?  A pool of aether that is unique to you?”

Anafenza nodded.  “That’s how I understand it.”

The other woman nodded. “Ana, this strange energy reading everywhere, this ‘aether.’  It is very similar to your own.  That makes sense; you likened the tree to your own life force.”  She pulled out her scanning device, waving it near Ana.  She held it over the girl’s scar; the steady beeping and whistling of the device suddenly increased in frequency.  “And the scar you ‘inherited,’ it’s practically leaking this aether into the chamber.”

Stormy snapped her fingers. “She inherited that bloodvine curse from her world’s Jessika!”

“Exactly.  And with it, it would seem, a very large chunk of that Jessika’s aether pool…which would then help anchor us all to this pocket dimension.”

Anafenza looked stunned. “You mean…I really have had a piece of her with me this entire time?  I thought I was going insane…”

“And it was that piece that allowed you to come here and join us,” Commander St. Peter continued. “Whatever this aether and lifestream are, they must have reached out to similar aetheric signatures and pulled us all together.”

Stormy shook her head. “Like the stars just aligned just right?”

The Commander shrugged. “Maybe?  But now…we know it’s that ambient aether signature that is sustaining this bubble.  Maybe we can use that to lock on to and get out of here…”

“But how do we get out? We’re somewhat limited on the resources available in here,” Stormy pointed out.

“We are, yes.  But I think I know a way.”  She tapped the arrowhead on her chest, and the small brooch chirped.  “St. Peter to Rafale, come in…”

There was static, before the three women began to just barely hear another sound cutting through. “…ter, this…have you…and unread…are you?”

The three women looked at one another, their faces immediately reflecting the same emotion: hope.

Preferences Quiz!

Open curtains | Closed blinds

Stray dog | House cat

People | Pets

Outside | Inside

Half-empty | Half-full

Sing | Dance

Shoes | Sandals (Neither, come on!)

Cash | Credit

Hike | Drive

Casual | Elegant (Nothing?)

Center | Corner

Sword | Shield

Airship | Boat

Fizzy | Flat

Garnished | Plain

Extra salt | Extra pepper

Spicy | Mild

Orchestrion | Traditional music

Opaque | Transparent

White lies | Complete truth

Blunt | Subtle

Noisy | Silent

Books | Music

Familiar | New

Youth | Experience

Spoon | Fork and knife

Knife | Baseball bat

Void | Ocean

Bow and arrow | Blow dart

Love at first sight | Slow burn

Freckles | Dimples

Long eyelashes | Long fingers

Soft lips | Sensitive neck

Stubble | Thick hair

Slow dance | Intimate conversation

Candlelight dinner | Stargazing

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Dream Journal 3

More flying tonight, but the storm – gods the storm was incredible!  So much rage and anguish carried on the winds, and the rain was biting cold and sharp as needles.  But it didn’t stop me    I just flew faster and faster, through the canyon of steel of glass.  People hurried around beneath me – they all looked like hyur, but the clothing was strange.  Still I just flew and flew, feeling more of the energy as I did before.

I felt overcome with   grief?  Pain?  I realized I was crying but i didn’t know why.  It was a sadness I am not familiar with

and I realized too that I was crying.  I slowed my flying, feeling my face

my hand was blue!  I didn’t know how or why but the skin was blue, and without scales   The surprise stopped my tears and, just like that, the sky cleared.   No biting rain, no strong winds whipping my face, no clouds hiding the late evening sky

My chest burned, and I hiccupped, but this pain in my heart…I do not know why I was so sad that I would make the sky weep with me

1st Sun, 5th AM

Why is it, after all this time, I still hope for peace instead of violence?  That woman said it best, how can i be so naive?

Because I very nearly met the end of a blade, and it wasnt my fault.   I was hoping for peace that day too and it ended with a death.  even With her blood on my hands I know i was not fully to blame

and i know this man was evil i could see it written all over his stupid little face and in his aura   he had no remorse   I know he was sincerely scared of us all but he wasn’t apologetic, not enough to change.  But even despite that, he wasn’t armed.  His goons had fled.  He was no threat.

I fear so often that maybe we’re NOT in the right, not all the time.  How are we any different from that man, from Garlemald, from nemesis, if we’re willing to put a man to the sword with little justice except our own?   why do they think that just because we have such power that we have liberty to exercise it whenever we feel?   I was scared tonight - everyone seemed ready to murder this man.  for what reason??  he loaned money to one of ours and demanded payment back?  and when HE decided payment wasn’t enough, now we execute him?  Uldah has laws for his kind.   it’s not complete anarchy there

I hoped he’d want to live.  he made his choice, and i will not lose sleep tonight over the fact that he was cut down AFTER he tried attacking.  But I fear I will lose sleep knowing I am sleeping so close to people i consider my family because i keep seeing this side of them that is no different than the people i tried to entreat for peace before.

they took control of my mind and had me try to kill Lyta for them.   and I very nearly succeeded.

what will this “family” do to me when i oppose them again?

A typical evening at the Tower, swapping stories and worries at the bar in the lounge.

Featuring @khalacrumbles, @eightswordsparrow, @laznenharuya, @little-purple-thundercloud, @mercermachines, @steelcarbuncle, @ablebuns, and @stormscream.