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 : Two years later, I have fully rewritten their story. Please enjoy this more fully and correct my favourite English teacher : Amélie.
This writing is to give a foundation for two of my OCs 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

While a brief shaft of sunlight pierced between the curtains in the room, enough not to blind its occupant, she was making herself ready like any other day of the week.
Well-ironed formal wear with detailed embroidery, foundation, brushes, eye shadow and a gloss. Finest makeup, but to top it all off, an ornate hairbrush. Such things were all within her reach as soon as she woke up.
This wasn’t a morning routine of your average, freshly adult girl. It was the morning routine of the daughter of the ambassadors of Tural in Kugane, Dhalia Xolotl.
Visits of moguls, gatherings of politicians or businessmen were common occurrences in the embassy where she was living. These happenings made maintaining an image her daily duty.
She and her parents had the luxury of having this unique lifestyle thanks to the Scions of Seventh Dawn, who, 20 years ago, helped to forge an alliance between the new continent and the east of “Hydaelyn as we know her”.
After gaining peace, Tullilyoal decided to create an embassy on Kugane’s soil and sent a pair of Shetona as representatives.Calm, slow and blank like a canvas, Dhalia’s mornings were rather quiet, but boredom wasn’t a paint she had for these canvases.
That very morning, the brush she picked to make her morning interesting was the decision to, at last, after many weeks, try on the clothes, hats, or even stockings she had received as birthday gifts. Dhalia, or “Dhel”, as many called her, was known for her elevated taste in fashion, and so, many tried to gain her parents' good opinion by gifting their daughter unworldly gowns…
Flapper, jumper, or a tunic. The overgifted girl received all kinds of dresses, but after several tries and strips, she settled on going out in the ironed pants and shirt that were left next to her bed. No dresses would gladden her more than the Turali caftans her mother would bring back for her from trips to their native country.Numerous were the try-ons, but she did not spend too much time on them. The chore, for her, was not completed, but lunch was still not around the clock. With all the time left, Dhel began to ponder how to pass the time. Maybe trying out a new makeup style, maybe brushing her hair to her left side, many ideas were crossing her mind, and all revolved around her appearance. She ended up making up her mind and settling on a stroll. The embassy was near a beautiful eastern-style garden famous for its red wooden bridge. The daughter of ambassadors loved that red bridge, mainly because it elevated anyone crossing it, and whoever did so offered themselves as a sight worth seeing to anyone around, and Dhel judged herself worthy to be one.The carefree and jaunty girl stomped over the bridge to reach her favourite spot, daydreaming about the gaze she would receive from passersby and the impression she would make in her new outfit.
When Dhel reached her elevated spot, she was finally in sight of half of Kugane. From there, she was very noticeable, but it also gave her a broad view of her surroundings. Surroundings in which she spotted a long-eared girl like her, wearing a distinguished red jacket with a white collar that almost matched the girl’s wheat-coloured hair.
Expressive fashion, well-maintained posture, Dhel was thinking she saw someone who had high regard for their image, just like her. Lucky for her curiosity, she just crossed the gate of the embassy, her home.Meetings were a daily occurrence at the embassy, but Dhel never showed interest in them; her parents never forced her to attend anyway. From a very young age, she understood the importance of her parents' occupation. Politics, negotiations, visits, and many other things revolving around high-sphere individuals. She was aware very early that the very importance of her parents' positions would rob them of the time with her. She accepted it, and her parents paid the price of having a child uninterested in them, uninterested in welcoming those guests, uninterested in debates.
The guest didn’t know, which created a rumour that she appeared only for highly esteemed guests… but the truth was indeed different.Dhel’s little ramble was pleasant; the rising sun made her skin shine like a mirror, and the morning breeze was like a gentle caress.
Vaguely disappointed because she noticed the town was less lively in her district, but from the red bridge, she noticed a larger gathering in the town port, as if someone very important had stepped into town. The lack of gazes on her made the little walk out boring, and she returned to her home, the embassy.In the embassy, Dhel was making her heels resonate in the soulless hall, heels which each step complemented by their unique sound, underscoring that the wearer isn’t your common person.
From the main hall of the embassy, you could access all the rooms in the building; coincidentally, the audience room was just in front of Dhel’s chamber.
As she was almost at the doors of her room and extending her arm to reach the knob, she heard a noise. A quick and singular noise of a metallic click. From hearing that little click, Dhel tilted her head to feed her curiosity. The spoon which fed it was like it was full of the best sweets in town, leaving the audience room was the same girl she had checked out from afar. Now with all the distance removed, she noticed the faint red strands in her hair, her abundant freckles separating her light green eyes and auburn lips.
For whom she was staring at, Dhel also was offering such a scene worth immortalising with a Magitek camera. An elegant gesture of her hand cleared her hair out of the way and invited, tempted even, a sight for sore eyes to take a look at her nape and shoulders.Dhel was left breathless by the silhouette of the person across the hall. Mesmerised by the girl, the beauty, whose lipstick matched her leather jacket. Dhel’s big eyes didn't flinch; they were focused, hungry, yearning. The glint of her lips was intoxicating Dhel’s mindIf we were to read the guest’s mind, she did enjoy the brief scene in which she was the onlooker. She even had a faint smile from it, a smile Dhel would already die for, but wouldn’t have the chance to see as she expressed it with her back turned to 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.Going to her room was no longer Dhel’s priority. She rushed into the reception room, where her parents were briefing her on the meeting they had just had with the young girl.
First, they were in awe that her polite, well-educated daughter did not knock on the door; second, they were surprised that she didn’t greet them before asking her question.“Who was she !?” Dhel asked straightforwardly, in a shocked, gasping tone, her big eyes gaping.“If I don’t mispronounce it, her name was Jagoda. She is the daughter of…” and the ambassador’s sentence was just cut by the sudden sound of doors closing.She heard her name, which was all she wanted to know. For Dhel, Jagoda sounded so sweet; she was imagining chewing the name and being left with a taste of a blueberry picked in summer. She was chanting out her name in the hallway, skipping steps and between them, wondering what she could learn about her. Dhel’s crooning could be heard by anyone in the embassy, and whoever heard her found her undoubtedly cute.All afternoon, she gathered information about the girl she couldn't shake from her mind. Lucky or privileged, the embassy was the best place to find information. Between officials, who Dhel shamelessly interrupted in their work, who know the people around and maids that eavesdrop around the embassy, and around the city.
In no time, she learned that Jagoda was visiting Kugane, and that it wasn't her first time here. Dhel was questioning how she had never noticed a Viera during the past years, especially since Kugane is not abundant with them. The answer she did receive: she’s most seen at night, when Kugane’s nightlife is prominent and takes place under the light of bright lanterns.Like a spoiled child, which she was. She wanted it, her attention, her glare on her. Those light green eyes, she wanted to evaluate how they shine, like inspecting a jade.
Dhel knew she might not see who she was burning for; for a while, she wasn’t a local after all. 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 immediately.To feed her hungry eyes, she had to wander outside. Very determined, she took the direction to her room after going from one office to another around the embassy.
Opened the closet and started to go through everything. Dress, shirts, summerwear, ball robes, she was looking for something that could match what Jagoda emanated with her striking red jacket. At last, despite the vastness of her closet, she grabbed a greyish leather jacket from it, in the hope of matching her jeans with unusual shape, bell bottoms they were called.Unusually dressed, perfumed with a hint of sweet vanilla, heels high as her pinky, Dahlia was more than ready. With decisive stomps, she began her mission by opening the embassy door, which offered a memorable view of dusk slowly swallowing the city, and that glimmer was also a call for the city's second life.
On the other side of the city, where she went, the air felt electric; this was the night district for her. The lights from the colourful lanterns blending together on the cobblestones were hypnotising her as she compared their motion to a flowery field being struck by the wind.She was there. Dhalia noticed Jagoda sitting at the bar. She couldn’t confuse her with anyone else; the girl chatting with the barman with his shaker in hand had a light blond bob with red strands peaking and matching her jacket“Smile, Dhalia, Smile”, she said to herself while straightening her back to take a confident posture. Just a few steps for her to take to engage in a conversation and have the very last piece to fully check out Jagoda, her voice.
There was a small gap next to her; she approached it, her eyes glued to her back. The more she was closing the distance, the more the scent of the osmanthus flower brushed her senses.Her eyes still on Jagoda, she inserted herself into the gap she was aiming for, just inhaling before voicing a greeting.“What would you like to drink, ma’am ?” the kitty-eared barman said over the sound of ice shaking in hands.“Bacardi”, Dhel said in a second. In an instant, she turned her gaze away from Jagoda. Interrupted, she has now lost it; she has deviated from her scenario. Following her patterns always works in the embassy, but outside, you could always be interrupted by random events, which Dhel has forgotten.Discouraged or stressed out, Dhalia was staring at the wall full of bottles, reading each label as if she were interested in them. Playing it cool next to the person she yearns to talk to.“You like it bitter and then sweet, nice choice”, Dhel suddenly heard from a little hoarse voice. Unexpectedly, without engaging, she could finally hear Jagoda…“Yes.” Fast and dry was Dhel’s reply. Again, being deviated from what she had made up in her mind.“Pff”, Jagoda let out her disappointment and left the counter without even finishing her glass with a dark but foamy drink that had a coffee bean swimming on it.

Synopsis : Festivities among vieras have begun yet one was left dancing aloneSetting : Before ARRNote : Second time writing and English is my third language. Finally, a ground for who is Mordiel and what is her relationship with Srebro. I wanted to be as faithful as I could have been with Viera lore and habits with their sexuality too.P.S :HUGE thank you to Amélie who did all the checks and made sure my english was making sense

Rosewood

A graceful, feminine silhouette was sitting on a fallen tree trunk. The profile of a tall woman, whose body was complemented by trained outlines, was resting on a bed of soft fallen leaves. 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 kind of remarkable painting. The cold-toned moonlight was reflecting on her purely white hair; the pureness of her hair made the reflection so distinct that it could be described that the woods had a moon of their own.Or at least that’s how Srebro was describing himself in the scene he was spectating, as he came out from the woods’ darkness with a few branches. Putting down the twigs, he approached the woman whose body was fully revealed. On this night, she was feeling breezes, the 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 comfortable 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, nor did she move when she felt his hand in her hair. Only her eyes moved up to look at Srebro.“You picked 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 did,” 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's bosom, and her heart was calling him.Mordiel had a particularity, of which only one person was aware. The color of her usually golden eyes would turn pink when faced with very intimate emotions.[...]

Viera villages had a common sense of sharing and working for the collectivity. Hunting, gathering, and sharing were what united the unusually tall and long-eared females of this race.
After she hunted for the day, Mordiel left her prizes in the stocking hut. That hut alone was the largest accommodation of the village, and the heart of it, making it the animated social gathering place. You could find in it a variety of comestible fauna and flora, which, like Mordiel, other girls had brought. The hut was bustling as always, maybe unusually livelier than any other time of the year. Many Vieras who returned from hunting and gathering were there as well, deposing or even bragging about their daily accomplishments. The village was inside a very large forest. The stock never ran low, and there was always enough of it. But this time, there was surprisingly double the quantity of food that was brought. This surprised Mordiel because usually they didn't overhunt or over-gather to not harm the ecosystem in which they lived.The groups of vieras were having chats about their hunting prizes, about the upcoming days, or even their future hunting. Their chit-chat didn't distract their attention from noticing Mordiel, who was grabbing fresh fruits and vegetables that could suit her dinner stew.“Excited?” One with a smirk on her face asked Mordiel.“Surely. Fully grown and so colorful, they must be a piece of heaven in the mouth,” Mordiel answered, acting cluelessly but with sultriness.The other Vieras gave each other quick looks and giggled, lightly disturbed by the way she replied. They did not continue the conversation with the passionate fruit gourmet. The women were disappointed by not catching any gossip from Mordiel, as she was known for many of her qualities; one of them was having the heartthrob of the woods desiring her. But they kept discussing as Mordiel was walking through the stock to keep gathering a few more things for her stew, they were mentioning how the males would be allowed to enter the village for some time again.Lost in her thoughts about tonight's dish, she didn’t reflect on the news. Such news, usually among Vieras, was immensely awaited since it only meant the mating season would soon begin. That sort of event happens rarely, every 2 or 3 astral cycles; the purpose of it is for them to procreate only. Typically, romantic bonds could be forged during those times; that is how Mordiel and Srebro met in prior…20 astral cycles ago. During these cycles, Vieras usually did not have much contact with their peers of the opposite gender, compared to people from outside the woods; gender was not a gist of affection. However, this did not concern Mordiel. Often during her getaways in the woods to harvest, she took the chance to find her crimson-haired swain far in the woods where trees were down and offered a verdant framed window to the sky.Mordiel headed back to her suspended tree home with what to fill her desires. Her hut was the most welcoming, as it never failed to greet people with a scent of lilies that called to be eaten as it felt sweet when inhaled, almost like a cake left next to the window to cool down after being baked. That scent was coming from perfumed oils she would blend herself, for her and anyone asking her one, and to that scent the lilies growing around her place were adding themselves. Not a single wilting lily could be spotted, not a single overwatered leaf; she cared so much for them as if they were a part of her. Petals white as her hair, the anther yellow like her eyes, the flower delicate like her skin.The woman was always content with the way her own spot welcomed her, but today her mind was taken by her bringing to start a stew perfect to forget the upcoming night breeze.But the noises coming from outside the hut were telling her that she wouldn’t be enjoying dinner in silence, nor alone. No one else walked like her; her footsteps were so recognizable that Mordiel already had her name on her lips, ready to be uttered.“Phes,” the smiling chef said as her guest crossed the doorway.“Hello, darling. It smells lovely, doesn’t it?”“You came to my home thinking it would be any different?”“Love, I meant your cuisine.”“Oh. It’s lovely, isn't it? You wouldn't mind staying to share it, Phesy?”“I was hoping to be invited,” Phes said as crossing the room to reach and lay on Mordiel’s bed.“You’re making me unsure about who’s inviting who,” the host said as she turned around to see why she heard planks cracking.“Later,” said Phes with her head deep in a pillow, to which Mordiel giggled.“Don’t mock me, darling. It’s not often I can let myself off. I was hoping you could treat me again.”“You sure picked your timing well for that, darling~, but who will you pick when they come? I heard it's soon,” Mordiel curiously asked while preparing the bowls.“If I can get her, why don’t I try my luck with him?” the bed-nesting Viera replied with a hearable smirk.“Phesy, I’m gonna poison this stew and make sure it's your last,” Mordiel said calmly.“Oh, love, you know I’m jesting! We all know he won't even put a foot on the village's dirty paths…Unfortunate, as he is quite a sight,” Phes states.“I know, right?” Mordiel smirks while putting down the bowls, the stew ready to be eaten.With their bellies full, the women lay down on the bed. They started chatting like good friends, and just when Phes started a topic about her younger brother Artyst, Mordiel fell asleep… The tiredness from the hunting and digestion had finally caught the host.“Oh- Mordiel…” Phes sighed as she stroked the cheek of the sleeping beauty.In Mordiel’s house, Phes was like at home; she even knew how many lilies there were in the hut. A detail that no one would try to attempt to know, as the idea of the number was overwhelming itself. Grateful for the meal, she took the initiative to clean the mess left on the table by herself and her host.A bowl slipped from her hands; thankfully, it was empty and didn't create more mess to clean for Phes. Unfortunately, the scene woke up Mordiel… With pity, Phes looked at the woken up woman that threw her a look of blame for waking her up. As she felt sorry for her, she approached her to comfort her, almost motherly, she placed her finger on Mordiel's lips.Mordiel knew Phes' tricks; she took her hand by the wrist and, with a smile, bit the same finger her friend had laid on her lips. With her second hand, Phes grabbed Mordiel’s head and pulled out her finger marked by her teeth. With both hands free, she was holding Mordiel’s head and looking into her eyes with desire.Mordiel placed her hands on the upper chest of her holder. She moved her hands down to her waist, tracing Phes' beautiful silhouette. With slight force, she pushed Phes on the side and took the opportunity to reverse the roles, with both of them panting.

When the sunlight pierced Mordiel’s hut, the golden beams landed straight on Phes’s face. She was already irritated, as it took her out of her snooze. Still dazed, she left the bed, leaving her last night's muse hugging tightly a pillow on the bunk they shared.To catch her breath, she moved on tiptoe to the doors of the hut. After putting a step outside, she took advantage of the fresh and greenly scented air to wake herself up and bring her senses back. As she leaned on the fence while looking at the village, a realization struck her so hard that it made her forget the feeling of waking up just 5 minutes prior.The season has begun today.All smiley, thinking it would make her also happy, Phes stopped at the doorframe and started to shout Mordiel’s name across the room.There were no responses, not even a noise was coming out from Mordiel, even after several shouts from Phes. Sighing and rolling her eyes, she went back to see her sleeping beauty, and as she reached back the bed, she cuddled against her, softly whispering to her ear gentle words to wake up.“Good Morning, Darling.”“Get off me, woman,” she dazedly replied, her kunzite eyes opening to check out who had ceased her slumber.“Come check out what is happening in the village!” Phes excitedly said.“What?”Phes took her hand and pulled her to the outside. Likewise to Phes, once she passed the doorframe, the fresh and greenly scented air of the woods fully roused her. Phes was pointing down at the village to tell her where to look. The two women gazed at the newly arrived commotion of vieras, both females and males, hence the wide open gates of the village.“He shouldn’t be hard to spot with that crimson mane of his… If he even bothers to go through the main gates,” Phes said while looking out.“Who?”“What do you mean, my love? Your man of choice, Srebro, of course,” Raising her eyebrow, Phes answered anyway, also pitying her that she woke her up.“He is coming? Will he come here? When?”“Darling, it's very early in the morning, patience, undoubtedly he will come,” Phes softly chuckled.“Looking at them all is giving me a headache. I’ll wait for this man inside.”“I’ll go and welcome my brother in the meantime! Just saw Artyst and Filmon entering together! I'll be down in the village if you need me, sweetheart!” Phes ran away.Left alone in her hut, she approached the kitchenette. Her fingers ran through the many utensils lying on the counter, and she started. The ones she was judging were left on the side. It was still early in the morning, and it was too early to cook.Instead, she sat down on the bed, which brought her out of her slumber. Her gaze did not move from the door, which she was heavily expecting to open any time soon. Since she had woken up, she did not caress a single leaf of her lilies. She did not greet them like usual, nor did she even move her gaze on them from the door once. The crimson-haired man was intoxicating her thoughts like a thorn in a palm…Her patience had limits. Her patience fainted. With her hands clenched into fists, she left her patience behind her and stepped outside. She noticed Phes was still having a conversation with her brother down in the village. Determined, she descended to question the pair about Srebro.“Where is he?”“I have not seen him at all. Artyst, have you seen Srebro on your way?” Phes asked her brother, who had more chances than she to have seen him coming.“Not at all,” The less talkative brother replied.“But I might know who will, darling! Go see his sister, Rozana! She might have heard the most out of all!”“Where?”“Do you always have to be this weird after we-” Phes stopped herself, exhaled, but pursued after letting out a sigh. “It’s the hut at the left of the gathering hut, you know you can't miss it, it's the only one that has roses around it.”Without replying, she left Phes with her brother. The woman, resolved to see Srebro, dashed to the hut pointed out by Phes, surprising the few onlookers who saw her running, as she was rarely seen rushing for anything.With force, she opened the rose-wreathed door of that hut. Inside appeared a tall, well-shaped silhouette, with crimson, wavy hair styled into a ponytail. A spitting image of Srebro stood in that hut.“You..”The startled figure turned, backing from the counter, and she revealed to her uninvited guest that she was the host of the hut herself, Rozana.In fury, the guest didn’t stop and closed the gap between the two of them. In a heartbeat, she seized Rozana by the neck, making her wooden utensils fall from her hand, and with loathing tightened her grip.“Who… are you?” Rozana choked out to her enraged guest, her green eyes widening out of fear.“You’re like him, you’re part of the problem,” the beast growled, whose fingers began to tremble. She was getting weaker.
Her aggressor's grip weakened, and she was abnormally blinking. The scene looked like she was trying to scare away a bug that landed on her nose, but there was none. Rozana struggled, eyes searching for an escape, her distressed look landed on the knife she had just put down before being visited.
Rozana’s hand lunged for that knife and, with a brief move, cleanly opened the skin under the breast of her assailant.Both fell to the ground. Rozana was gasping, catching her breath back, while Mordiel was pressing her trembling fingers on the fresh wound. Her blood was flowing, dripping through her fingers, trying to stop it.Mordiel looked back at Rozana. Her golden eyes met her green eyes, her tears dripping into the blood pond, slowly growing under her.“Where is he? Please…Where is Srebro?” she asked through her lips, she was biting off from pain.“Could you have asked right away? What is wrong with you? He traveled to Eorzea, did the chief not tell you?” Rozana panted, still in shock.“Please, forgive h-.”Her last word was inaudible as she tried to stand up, blood dripping from her lower chest and tears from her eyes. In vain, the blood loss made her lose strength; Mordiel fainted on the ground marked by her own blood.[...]

Through the slightly open window, a chill breeze was carrying the delicate rose, which was purifying the putrid smell of blood that had dripped from her chest hours earlier in the afternoon. The light rose-scented gust woke up Mordiel from her quiet, deep sleep. Lying on her back on a bed that felt comfortable, soft even, perhaps much too soft that it felt unfamiliar to her.Moving was an effort for Mordiel; shifting to her side was a struggle that was not common to her after waking up. She was in pain; the slightest motion reminded her of the still-open wound right at the bottom of her ribcage, causing quite a great ache. The pain was nagging her, but the discomfort of being under a ceiling that wasn’t hers was making all her strength run towards her legs.No Rozana in sight, no healer, not a soul, the hut was silent and unsupervised. Silent and felt like any item in the hut had eyes watching Mordiel, who was forcing herself to stand. Her legs trembled, and her teeth were piercing the skin of her lips. As she pushed the door open, the moonlight welcomed her, shining its light upon the whole village, which felt empty as the population was busy; the yellowish and warm lamplight beaming from the huts was confirming that.She gave a last look at the roses guarding the entrance. She was glaring at them for a solid minute, and for a moment, it made her forget the pain, as if she was finding comfort in the cardinal shade of their petals. She shook off her daze by grabbing a few of them with her..Back in her hut, Mordiel sat down and took the time to check up on the bandage she was wrapped in, surely by Rozana. She felt thankful that Rozana felt thoughtful even after whatever could happen. Mordiel’s memories of the day before were shattered, and any recollections were like images behind a fog. What was mainly nagging her were Rozana’s words, nagging like vultures around a carrion.Srebro would not come to see her. Srebro was somewhere she had never heard of. Srebro left her. He was far, and went to a land that didn't sound like anything near that, which the overcurious Srebro would explore between each meeting between them. Mordiel hated not knowing, being left with, despising being left behind.With the roses she brought and lilies she plucked from around her hut, she began to prepare. Crushing petals with her mortar and blending with tincture that could be found in quantity at her place. Becoming a pink paste, she applied the freshly blended mixture to her purely white hair.Once done, she was almost unrecognizable, familiar yet altered. Her new hair colour was like a signature under a contract, a gesture only committed in case of departure. Mordiel has chosen to leave the village, still weakened; she did not want to stay anyway.Weak, she did not go back on her decision and departed without a word, not even to her best friend or the chief. Unsure if she would ever return, uncertain if she would survive the adventure, unsure of the worth of her purpose. But she knew the woods, on the road, she took time to gather herbs and roots that would help her; the moss and trees were offering nice resting places for her overfatigued condition. In those moments of breath catching and easing her pain, she was thinking how she shouldn't be the one feeling that pain. She was only recalling the blood pond that was hers, the discomfort of thinking what led to it, and it was making her whole body shiver.The woods were deep, but not for a viera talon. She quickly reached the dry roads that led to the city she heard from Srebro. He didn't like to just wander in the woods, and often when they were reunited, he talked about that vast, dusty, and beige city named Dalmasca. From afar, she was starting to see it. The city, as she reached it, was lively, noisy, and heavy to breathe in, a shocking opposite of a village in the woods. Surprisingly to her, it was full of various-looking people, but her biggest surprise, which should be ironic, was the numerous presence of vieras. When they looked at her, they understood by her gown that she had just made the very decision. One of the leporit fellows who listened to her advised her to meet with a woman who knew ways to see Eorzea. That woman was Orkid, an Au Ra with horns black as night, her lips painted in the same shade, and her skin surprisingly pale for the region she settled in. She accompanied Mordiel, connected to Dalmasca, and helped her to take the vessel that would go to the borders of Thanalan.Here starts ARR for Mordiel…

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There is no chap 2 but I can tease you that the setting will be after Heavensward !!

Have a Mordiel Carpenter instead

Synopsis : Unknowingly they fought for the night that brightened their lifes.Setting : During ShadowbringerNote : It's not currently in the writing, I lied. Here's an illustration tease for you tho.