Destiney had been in the kitchen for a while now helping her mother out. Cooking wasn’t exactly one of her better skills but it was passable. At least she was learning a little bit by helping out.
Stefan was in the dinning room with Esper, setting the table. Esper had a plate balanced on his fluffy head. On the plate was all the silverware settings for the table. Stefan would reach for a setting at each seat. The plate of silverware offered to him each time. Working together like the team they were even for mundane tasks.
Lance was just arriving from his shift at Skyfire, removing bits of armor near the door. After all it was easier to eat when you were comfortable. As comfortable as the armor Iria had given him for Starlight last year, he would rather have this meal without it.
All that was missing so far was Syluss and the Sangria. Destiney knew he’d be along shortly to join them. Eager for him to spend a little time with the family she loved so dear. The boys were now helping to move plates from the kitchen to the table.
Destiney went to answer the door as a knock sounded. Lighting up brightly as she found Syluss on the other side. Taking his hand as she gave him a loving smile. She lead him towards the table where the rest of the family was already settling in. Mother was at the head of the table. Stefan to her right with Esper curled up near his chair. Lance beside the mage. Leaving the left side of the table for Destiney and Syluss.
Destiney paused on the small bridge over the river in the lower part of Central Coerthas. Looking up at the falling flakes of snow. Letting the flakes settle in her hair and on her clothes.
Closing her eyes she took a deep breath of the frigid air. Slowly exhaling before repeating. Focusing on the aether around her and within her. Not going for anything particular today. Nor difficult. Just simple aether control practice.
She had learned a lot between her time working for the Order and the efforts her brother made to teach her. Forming a small ball of water aether between her hands. Letting it go. A favorite of Oni’s. Though she had a feeling he much preferred when the aether wasn’t water based.
Now the part she was trying to get the hang of. It was half the reason she came out here. She wanted to try and grasp the ice aether. Water had always been easy. Ice was just frozen water right? The step between shouldn’t be that hard right?
Wrong. It didn’t come that easily to her. Yet it wasn’t nearly as hard as working with fire aether. Fire was still the most difficult element for her to use when she had to cast spells. Red magic did not use a full array of elements either. At least not that she had learned anyways.
Destiney sighed softly. Maybe she just wasn’t in the right mood for this today. Maybe it was too cold. Fingers without gloves was a bad idea for long in this icy chill. Rubbing her hands together to try and warm them a little. If she didn’t succeed today she’d just keep trying another day. Maybe one that wasn’t so bitter cold.
Syluss had spent the day hunting and bringing in a good haul of meat and vegetables for meals for the next several days. As such comes with hunting is many hours, sometimes days out in the wilderness masking his scent to get the perfect kill. Sometimes his scent is less than pleasant to those around him. So after prepping, skinning and curing the meat, he spent his time in the tub. He found it customary to go take a dive in an outdoor water supply to first get the bulk of the muck and stink off him before bathing inside.
Though once he was done, he let the towel be his only covering as he wandered Destiney’s house. The meat wouldn’t be ready for at least another day but food was on his mind. But in the meantime he caught glimpse of Destiney trying to tie up her hair in the braids she wore so lovely. Walking up behind her he pressed his lightly damp chest to her back and kissed the back of her head and took the hair ties from her and started braiding her hair for her. He was not bad at it but didnt do so quickly. Instead he took his time and used the excuse to braid her hair as a means of contact.
He enjoyed physical contact far more than he ever knew growing up. Once he had the woman he loved by his side so often, he used any reason to have it. Gently putting her hair into braids, he tied one off with the threads she was using. Using it as an excuse to press his face to the side of her neck and mumble his confession of love for her, he started to tend to and braid the remainder of her hair.
“I know you’re not keen on Ishgard but the Sea of Clouds is a beautiful view. A little cold, but we could ask guests to bring warm clothes.” Fingers running through her hair as he braided, somewhat asking her what she thought about Sea of Clouds as a wedding locale. Waiting for her answer he finished her last braid, setting down the hair tie thread used.
He hadn’t gotten her a ring, but to him a physical token of engagement meant less than the act of it. Tis the way of the woodsman.
Bonds. Connected by a thread of fate. No matter the distance. We will always find each other again.
Sometimes the connection between two people is the most unlikely thing you would think could happen. That they don’t fit together. But somehow it works. They fit. Like the missing pieces of a bigger whole. That the one half fits into that broken and jagged half so perfectly to make a whole.
Alex couldn’t help but fall for the small raen healer. She didn’t see him as beyond help. She believed he could change. Be better then he was. For her he was willing to fight to make that true. For Sanagi.
“You’re mine. I love you, Sana.”
Sometimes it takes that one bright and shining soul. The shining light that can break through the darkness and take that person by the hand. Guide them from the darkness and the pain. Let them heal and smile once more.
She had been hurt and used. The memories clearly still haunted her. Yet she was still the sweet little bird who had flown to his side when he made a mistake and gotten injured. Whose smile made him want to offer her the world if he could. Just to see her continue to smile. To keep his sweet rose from withdrawing back into the pain. To see her true worth. Especially in Valen’s eyes.
“Such a pretty flower, You shouldn’t hide away.”
To find that something the soul longs for. To truly live again. As that thread of fate is pulled and tugged. Sometimes gently. Sometimes shoved and pulled. As if the hands of fate are truly at work.
Lance wasn’t looking for someone. Had pretty much given up hope on such an ideal at his age. Duty. He lived for duty to the High House he served. Then in walked an angel. He could have sworn Halone herself had sent this woman to him. A tug towards the lady who offered her kindness and help to quiet the pain. Still he remained guarded yet. So afraid to let anyone close to him after all that had happened. Maybe he really did need a shove by Halone.
“Kyna, I shall do my best. I hope you will continue to help me through this.”
Sometimes that is all one truly needs. A hope. A guiding hand. To find a bond so very needed. A bond that gives them strength and steel. Makes them stronger rather then weaker. A bond that they would fight tooth and nail to protect.
Silent wings. Silent songs. A calling neither answered. Yet a small hope began to bloom as the dragon began to find herself craving the next meeting with the small miqo’te woman. So many people she couldn’t trust with the truth. Yet Bodge… Bodge she could trust. Bodge was the first person she had trusted since Roselle.
“Bodge friend, would you like some berries?”
Yet no two bonds are exactly alike. Each one is unique. Each one is special. As that red thread of fate brings them together. No matter the distance, they will find each other.
Destiney had been cautious at first. Not sure she wanted to love again. More then once she had been shot down, left feeling unworthy. Then along came the wolf to steal the maiden’s heart. She handed it over to him so willingly. Found herself wanting nothing more then to stay by his side. To have a family with him.
“All the sweet things. So much variety. I scarcely know where to start. Especially cake. Chocolate is highly preferred. Chocolate and cake together? Perfect. Speaking of which… I should bug Raiden to make one of his chocolate cakes again soon. It’s been a while since I last asked him.”
“Slimey things. Being a healer has sort of gotten me used to dealing with blood and wounds. So that doesn’t creep me out. Just the thing like I mentioned earlier because they are gross and send a chill down my spine. No thanks.”
Ghost: If you could be reincarnated, would you come back as another human or an animal. If an animal, what kind?
“Likely a wolf. Or a dragon. But most likely a wolf. They are very loyal and loving creatures. Or dangerous if you mess with those they claim as theirs. Besides I do believe it would be interesting to see the world through the eyes of a wolf or dragon if I was to be reincarnated.”
Spirit of the Warlock 