Mordverse

Synopsis : Kugane being populated with au ras and hyurians make any other species stand out, and our two bunny-eared girls did not fail to notice each other…Setting : Kugane, 20 years after the events of DawntrailNote : first time writing and English is my third language. This is mainly to give a foundation for two of my OC in ffxiv which relationship birthed due to my friend's hunger for sapphic portrayal and my love for vieras, this made me want to explore possibilities for this race outside of the one bounded by the lore hence why this setting.

Shimmer

Just As any other day of the week, Dhel was making herself ready. Ironed formal wear, make up of high quality and ornate hair brush were at the reach of her hand as soon she would wake up.
Daughter of ambassadors of Tural in Kugane, being presentable was a must and so the first step of her daily routine.
Visits, gatherings and happenings were common occurrences in the embassy where she was living, maintaining an image was her duty. This unique lifestyle could be thanks to the scions of seventh dawn who, 20 years before, helped the contacts and alliances between the new continent and the east of “Hydaelyn as we know her”. Following these events, the creation of an embassy of Tural was much needed, and a pair of Shetona was chosen as a representative.Her morning was rather calm. She did not have any responsibilities but boredom wasn’t a friend of hers. This morning, she took the decision to try the clothes she received as birthday gifts the past week. Dhel was known for her elevated taste in fashion and so, many tried to gain her parents' good opinion by gifting their daughter unworldly gowns…
Several tries and strips later, she settled on this eastern dress that could amazingly fit the fashion in Kugane.She took her time with the try ons, but lunch was still not around the clock. Pondering about what to do while checking out the wall clock, she ended up making her mind and settled on going out for a walk. The embassy was near a beautifully eastern styled garden which was famous for its red wood bridge. That paysage would compliment her newly tried gown so well it would offer a painting worthy view to whoever would cross the sight of her…While the carefree girl stomped on the bridge, elevating her enough to be in sight of half of Kugane, she crossed the sight of a, like her, long eared girl, dressed in elegant but comfortable outfit certainly made with local fabric. She was beaming, but not for long, the idea of seeing what she thought was a tourist having a brief fun in her birth city made her smile fade away. With her posture corrected and mind focused on her duty, she passed through the gate of the Tural embassy, as business was awaiting the girl of summer wheat colored hair.No other than Walerina could be the business making Veena in Kugane. Now that she’s in age, she became the business representative of her adoptive parents, a pair of kugane hyurans merchants. Smart and loved by both her parents and clients, she was the ideal figure for tasks like the one currently assigned to her. On her own to visit the Tural embassy was a first, she couldn't fail her first impression.Visits were daily occurrences in the embassy, however Dhel never participated in them. She knew what they were from a young age and found politics and negotiations boring, making her presence very rare. The guest didn’t know that about her and a rumor spread that she appears only for highly esteemed guests…but the truth was indeed different.Dhel’s walk was pleasant, the weather was fair and the morning breeze were like a gentle caress.
Despite its great look and willingness to try it out, Dhel was not the most enthusiastic about robes, she needed to change. Beautiful things were of course in her taste but what she felt was most suitable for her were pants. It wasn’t a reflection of her personality, but an imitation of how her parents were presenting themselves.Walking through the soulless hall, only her steps were resonating. The luxurious heels she picked to compliment her gown had a unique sound which underlined that the wearer isn’t your common person.
The main hall of the embassy leads to all the rooms of the building and coincidentally enough the audience room was in front of Dhel chamber as she was reaching her door, the noise of another one being opened made her turn her back to have a peek., leaving the meeting with the ambassadors was Walerina. As she crossed the door, in front of her was Dhel who out of curiosity spinned on herself, making her robe turn with her. The motion offered to Walerina a view only portrayed in Thavnairian Romance movies watchable in magitek theaters.Dhel was left breathless by the silhouette of the person across the hall. Mesmerized by the girl, the beauty, whose lipstick was matching her outfit. Her big eyes didn't move, they were focused, they were hungry, they were yearning. The glint of her lips was intoxicating Dhel’s mind. A red so distinct the last who were so shocked by it were the victims of Dalamud…Walerina was stunned, for her it was a scene, and in her eyes Dhel was like an actor living her role. It was so brief yet for her it was a movie. That moment was not a sequence but the birth of the desire to play a role in her film. The girl she was bad mouthing in her mind some moments ago now appears to be her equal?, a viera born in the far east and to add to that, a glamorous woman. The mutual attraction was lingering every second that it almost felt palpable.Walerina had to remind herself of her purpose, the meeting was done and her afternoon was about to be busy. She had to press on. With a polite smile, she bowed and headed to the main door. She could feel Dhel’s eyes, she could almost taste the longing in the air…Dhel didn’t end up going back to her room but with precipitation went to the meeting room where her parents still were. She just peeked in it and received the immediate attention of the ambassadors.
“Who was she !?” Asked Dhel with a shocked and gasping tone.
She heard her name, which was all she wanted to know. Her chanting this name in the hallway could be heard by anyone in the embassy, and whoever heard her found her undoubtedly cute.She spent her afternoon gathering information about the girl she couldn't shake off from her mind. For an embassy like the one of Tural, it was only natural to know a thing or two about the merchants they work with.
Rapidly, she learned that Walerina plays the double jeu : a merchant during the day and a radiant icon during the night. Dhel of demure nature never had a taste of the city night life and even less the one of a woman she was curious of. Soon enough, her curiosity turned into desire.A spoiled child. She wants to obtain what she promises herself. For Dhel, being sure that she’ll eventually see the girl again wasn’t enough, it was like knowing dinner will be tonight but she wanted to eat it now. With Walerina in mind, she left her home to chase the shiver that strook her earlier the same day.Opening the door of the embassy offered her a memorable view of the dusk slowly swallowing the city, and that glimmer was also the call for the city's second life.
The air felt electric, this was the night district for her. Light from the colorful lanterns blending together on the cobblestones were hypnotizing her, as she compared their motion to a flowery field being struck by the wind.“Those lights were amazing”, she thought, her eyes fixed on the ground. She raised her head from looking at the stomped ground, and, in the heart of the district, amidst laughter and chat, she noticed her. Walerina stood at the bar, laughing with people, making her smile look radiant.
Despite the company of her prey, her racing heart only pushed her to approach the table with gentle steps. Each step was making her more noticeable to the public and to the people who gathered around the golden eared viera, to which she faintly smiled with a head tilt. She was known and her presence was commanding. No one failed to understand they had to make place.Dhel invited herself next to Walerina and with no time wasted she engaged in a conversation with her. Surprised yet inviting, Walerina smiled and followed her with her eyes until her guest was seated.“I wished to make amends for my earlier impoliteness.” Dhel said, a shadow of a smirk on her lips.
Walerina smiled and gave her a nod and so, in mutual understanding, they began talking about themselves and learning about one another…To be continued…

Synopsis : Viera matting season approaches but he is missing...Will Eorzea have answers about that ?Setting : Before ARRNote : So you were not supposed to click but you did, congrats this is an easter egg of this carrd. Hope you enjoy this tease of what i'm writing.

Rosewood

A graceful feminine silhouette was sitting on a fallen tree trunk. The profile of a tall woman, complemented with trained outlines, was resting on a bed of soft leaves fallen on that tree trunk. Away from what looked like a mini camp spot, with its recognizable wood fire in the middle, Mordiel was stargazing. The starry night sky framed by the long and old trees, turned her view into a kin of a remarkable painting. The cold toned moonlight was reflecting on her purely white hair, the pureness of her hair made the reflection so distinct it could be described that the woods had a moon on their own.Or at least that’s how Srebro was describing himself the scene he was spectating, as he came out from the wood’s darkness with few branches.
Putting down the twigs, he approached the woman whose body was fully revealed. On this night she was feeling breezes, night’s dew and safety.“My guiding moonlight.” Srebro said while stroking his beloved’s white and shining hair.His presence didn’t surprise Mordiel, her revealed naked body in his presence was proof that she felt safe and in comfort next to him. It was also another proof of the strong bond between those long eared fellows…She didn’t wish him a welcome back, not even moved when felt his hand in her hair. Only her eyes moved to look at Srebro.“You pick up some twigs but you won’t pick me up…?” Mordiel said with her distinct mature sounding voice.“I wouldn't like my flower to wilt if I do” Srebro answered with a faint smile appearing on his lips, the taller than the usual representative of his race, Viera, didn’t argue and grabbed his lady. Mordiel was on him, leg locked around his waist, arms resting on his shoulders. They both locked on each other with their eyes but not for long. Srebro’s head was slightly above Mordiel bossom and her heart was calling him.Mordiel had a particularity, of which only one person was aware of. The color of her usually golden right eye, would turn pink when faced to very intimate emotions.

Synopsis : Unknowingly they fought for the night that brightened their lifes.Setting : During ShadowbringerNote : So you were not supposed to click this one too but you did, congrats this is an easter egg of this carrd. It's not currently in the writing, I lied. Here's an illustration tease for you tho :