(No this is not the picture in question. Just the only one I have of the person she is speaking of. XD)

Destiney was going through her belongings at her mother’s house. It was something she had long avoided. Her old room still brought memories of long ago. Fingers brushed over a scrap of paper in the chest at the foot of her bed.

“What is this?” The question was only to herself as no one was around with her. It was a simple sketch but detailed enough to know it was something her mother had done. How it had ended up in her belongings though she was unsure. Fingers traced over the drawing on the paper. A warm smile on her face as she gazed down at the two kids in the picture. Bows in hand and aiming for something in the distance that was not seen in the image.

“I remember this now. It’s been so long. I wonder where he ended up.” Destiney mused to herself as she held her finger over the drawing of the boy with her own child self in the image. They had been an odd pairing but they had been such good friends. However when she had been sent to Ishgard she had lost contact with him. “I hope you are doing well, Atix.”

(Thanks! @catina-kitska – tagging @ghostly0rigins for mentions of Atix. ❤ )

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