(Not a journal entry. This is written more in the style that I write for Lance. I still plan to do a journal entry later if I have time. This is more the feelings and thoughts after Dest’s first Starlight party with her free company. For personal mentions: @jonahsage @chocobohealer @sunshineandlotus )

Destiney looked around her room before placing the several new items down on the table. Her eyes were watery as she looked down at the gifts. Every word she had said she had meant them. Every last one. Fingers trailed over the gifts she hadn’t chosen to wear yet. Finally reaching up to remove the ones she had decided to wear.

Gifts from those she had chosen to call family. Precious lovely family. Tears ran down her cheeks as she ran her fingers over the purple violas with the bit of old white ribbon woven in among the purple and silver hairpiece.

Nate didn’t have to do it. That ribbon had only been a reminder of the girl she had used to be. It hadn’t graced her hair since the first time she had cut it. Right after Leon’s passing. But now… Now it was something new again. A fresh start for that old ribbon. Just like how the Order had been her fresh start. Her hand left that hairpiece to touch the green stone she wore on a loose necklace.

Only half the stone it once was. The other half now graced another. She hoped that Rhisi wouldn’t mind. It had been a part of the ritual Rhisi had preformed for her when she was still relatively new among the Order. A gift meant to bring her good luck and comfort. She had chosen to share a bit of that precious stone with Nate. Half that stone was now his in a similar necklace. He had been her rock. Together they were more then alone. Two broken souls who were so much stronger together. She couldn’t think of anyone who deserved to share that stone with her more then Nate did.

Her hand covered her mouth to try an hold off the urge to cry. Not unhappy tears though. There was so much love to be found here among her family. Slowly she lowered that hand to trail over the beautiful hairpiece Tara had made for her. So intricate and pretty as it all weaved together an accented with a bit of purple stone. A hand reaching up to touch the ends of her shorter locks. She still felt bad that Tara had meant the gift for her hair before she had cut it again. A soft smile forming on her lips. It just meant she would have to let her hair grow again. Just as she continued to grow as a person.

Next her hand touched the lovely earrings Rhisi had given her. Rhisi… Like a second mother. Always so kind and warm. Always talking sense into her when she needed it most. Providing succor for the healer with the broken soul. Giving her a place she could truly love and be proud to call home. Guiding her back from the darkest parts of her own heart. With a smile and kind words.

Kagato. Silly Pirate. A warm smile on her lips. He was still so distant yet she felt she had at least gotten a bit behind that goofy front at least once back after that injury with the shrapnel. Top shelf wine, a bag of cookies, and a silver necklace with a small bit of garnet. He had been far too kind with words and gifts this night. Yet… She was glad to see as much as he kept people at arm’s length… He did care.

Aras. Sweet Aras had even given her a gift. It was unexpected. She wished she had had more to offer the girl besides the cookies she had attempted to make. They seemed to have turned out well enough despite her limited cooking skills. At least the girl would have something to eat while hiding in the archives. Even if they were cookies. Food was still food for a bookworm who sometimes forgot to eat.

This was her family. Even those who only gave the gift of their warmth an acceptance. This was home. Now she did cry. She was so fortunate to be among them. To be accepted. Broken parts and all.