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Title: Blind Date Characters: Zoissette Vauban, Y'shtola Rhul, Y'mhitra Rhul, Ryssthota Sundstyrwyn, Apple Silverberg, Ement Vauban, Thancred Waters Summary: Zoissette and Y'shtola find themselves being roped into a blind date by their very well-meaning friends. Notes: August YOTP entry - Blind Date

Y’shtola picked up and examined the glasses carefully.

She had not been able to get to them as fast as she had liked, but with matters in the Thirteenth now well in hand, and her friend on their way to recovery, well. She now had time and means both at her disposal. Working on the glasses, restoring them to full use, would give her something to do in between writing reports on her experiences.

She examined them carefully, to gauge the work that would now lay before her.

It was to be a matter that was going to be more difficult than she had first surmised.

Fortunately, the glasses were not needed for corrective means, and so Zoissette would not be left blind while they were being repaired. That was where the good fortune in the matter ended, however. The glasses were special, and not as some mere fashion item. They had been carefully made, and then laden with a great many enchantments, many of which were tied to Zoissette’s aether, or had been instilled using formulae and techniques which were yet unknown to Y’shtola.

A challenge, but one that was not beyond Y’shtola’s unique qualifications. Even if she did not know some of Zoissette’s magical specialties to any depth, she was a master of aether itself, and could fair see the weavings of magicks deeply embedded into the lenses and frame. She could not replicate many of the magicks, but with care and diligence, she could shift them and restore them whole.

She turned the glasses over in her hands. The frame was salvageable, but would need a hinge replaced, and the metal carefully refurbished. One lens was intact, which was well. It would inform her approach to replacing the other, which was broken, the only remaining part being a large shard that stubbornly remained attached to the frame. The nose pieces, too, were more than just functional, and carried some magical energies that would need to be handled. Unfortunately, they had been partially melted in the laboratory fire, and would need to be replaced.

What had initially seemed to perhaps be merely an afternoon of due diligence was now looking to perhaps be a larger project, but it was of no matter. Zoissette would certainly not need them for many moons, and so Y’shtola had time. She would shift her focus between this project and the reports she had promised to make, and finish both with her usual aplomb.

She smiled to herself. This challenge was one she would overcome.

~*~

Zoissette was keeping herself busy.

As she worked, she reminded herself. Failure was not an option. Right.

It was a saying her old mentor was very fond of. Failure was not an option, he would say. Failure was mandatory, he would repeat, and often. The option, he opined, was in how one faced it.

It was well that such lessons were drilled into her early, with every hefting of her shield and every arc of her sword, every drill, every session. Otherwise, she would probably find her long string of failures even more distressing than they already were.

Like her most recent failure. With Mathye.

The ending of their courtship was almost certainly a good thing. She had tried, and she had failed. Love was supposed to grow where you watered it, so old Ishgardian wisdom went, and she had tried so very hard.

But in the end, that garden had lay fallow. She was willing to keep trying, as long as it took. He deserved it, and she could have made it work, she was certain.

But then all at once, all of a sudden, she realised she might already have a love.

She was not certain, but she had to be honest with him.

And so she was.

And so it hurt.

They had broken it off, and he was hurt, and she was the one who had hurt him, and that was frankly the worst part of the whole affair.

And so, now she distracted herself. Kept herself busy. Long hours in the vehicle bay. Consulting hours with those who wished an able adventurer to help them with their troubles. Anything that kept her out of Mathye’s way.

She had weathered many failures in her summers on the star. This, too, she would overcome.

~*~

Y’mhitra happily wiled her time with her friends in the Gage Acquisitions laboratory. Ryss was a good sort and an accomplished scientist, and Apple and her had a shared history of being among the privileged few who delved deep into Allagan ruins. They had caught one another up on various experiments they had running, Apple’s recent misadventures, Ryss’ good natured exasperation at her friends, and the conversation had turned from the scientific now to the more personal matters the three were dealing with. Apple was still in recovery, and Ryss was in between projects and thinking about what to do next.

“How’s Y’shtola?” asked Apple. “I feel as though I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“Last I saw her, she was still writing up reports for the Forum regarding that misadventure in the Thirteenth.”

“And what an adventure it was!” said Ryss with a grin. “But all’s well that ends well, right? Can’t wait to apply everything we’ve learned. What a trip! I have so many ideas, I can hardly pick just one to work on.”

“And I think research into the Voidsent phenomena may help me with my condition,” said Apple. “It’s fascinating, really, how the people on the Thirteenth get along - what few that are left. I hope to get more chances to talk with Zero in the future.”

“And what about the rest of your little group here at Gage? Where is Zoissette?” Y’mhitra asked, taking a tart for herself.

Apple turned the faintest shade of red while Ryss shook her head with a laugh. “Oh, broken up over breaking up with Mathye. She’s burying herself in the vehicle bay these days when she can’t find someone else’s problems to stick her nose into.”

Y’mhitra raised an eyebrow.

“And how recent is this bit of news?”

“Been a bit. Sennights going into moons. Apparently she walked into the dining room when it happened, made a big announcement, then ran right back out. I swear, my girl doesn’t know how to do anything by half measures.”

“She’s been working a lot,” said Apple. “I kind of feel bad for her, but I’m not sure how to help.”

Y’mhitra sat her tart back down, as an idea formed in her mind, and she looked conspiratorially between her fellow sisters of science.

“Oh, I think I might have an idea,” she said, and she could not help but allow herself a bit of a wicked grin.

~*~

The glass turned out to be a key piece of the puzzle before her. She could not just source ordinary glass. It was a remarkable material that Zoissette had puzzled out, glass that was transparent but could be laden down with so much aether to support so many enchantments. It was more artifact than eyewear, puissant in its own right.

Fascinating. Her most powerful piece of adventuring gear, and it might not have been weapon or armor, but rather the way she looked at the world through these glasses. Zoissette was a marvel. Y’shtola smiled faintly to herself as she carefully set the glass into the refurbished frame. She squinted, and her fingers played in the air as she gently encouraged lines of aether to connect to this new piece, convincing the glasses that the new lens had been part of it all along.

She sat back, satisfied, and checked the chronometer. She had half a bell to spare before she had to be at the Last Stand. A lunch meetup that her sister had invited her and Thancred to. She sighed. It was enough time to get ready, but only just.

She was on time, of course. Y’shtola was ever a woman of culture, and fashionably late was a habit she did not nurture if she could help it. She had nothing to prove, after all, and she hoped others respected her time as much as she respected theirs. She found the two, placed their orders, and soon enough they were swapping stories and sharing food.

Y’shtola was pleased. Everyone was in high spirits, in the wake of all that had happened. Thancred had been keeping himself busy, of course, and while he tried to downplay the extent of his travails, she could tell he was pleased with the results of what he had been looking into. Y’mhitra, of course, pressed her for details about her time on the Thirteenth, and oddly, for once, was not prying too much into her personal life.

At least, not at first.

“So, sister mine,” said Y’mhitra conversationally as she poured Y’shtola another cup of tea, “I cannot help but notice that you continue on your trend of being in impossible situations facing unfathomable danger.”

She held a hand up before Y’shtola could offer a rebuttal. “And the star is ever better for it. I wonder, however, if you might not consider my words once more. This latest to hear you describe it was a frightful affair. And in your own words, no less! I am certain you are downplaying certain risks when they might paint you in unflattering light.”

Y’shtola inclined her head at her sister. “I assure you my recounting is ever accurate.”

“Perhaps so. But might you once more consider the advantages of sharing your considerable strength with another? I certainly would feel better knowing someone is looking after you in all the ways you yet refuse to look after yourself. I know you are strong, and you need not have me tell you so. But as the threats you face seem to grow ever greater, I wish you would join your strength with another.”

“A singular argument you oft have returned to over these many years, Mhitra.”

“In much the same way you keep being drawn to such great troubles, Shtola.”

Y’shtola stirred her tea thoughtfully for a moment, as she pondered her sisters’ words. Thancred for his part seemed to be staying out of it, politely drinking his ale and conveniently hiding his face behind the brim of his mug at the same time.

But at last, she set her cup down, to look her sister in the eye.

“…you are not wholly wrong,” she admitted.

Y’mhitra blinked, and Y’shtola resisted the urge to smirk at her sister’s surprise. “There is someone, then?”

“Many someones, if you must know,” said Y’shtola. She sighed, and waved a hand at Y’mhitra’s disappointed expression. “’Tis not what you meant, I know. But whilst I continue to keep my own counsel, I do find myself more often heeding the counsel of others these days. And you were right, though perhaps not in the way you meant. What I mean is… that I have learned. To share my strength, as you say. And to accept strength in return.”

She looked down into her cup and smiled at the many memories. “I feel that it was on the First that I truly learned what it was to be part of a community, to share and share strength alike - and more. I recognize now, that before, I ever kept myself at arm’s length, isolated from my fellow Scions. But after, well. Separated by the rift though I am from that clan, I fair feel our bonds are ever intact. Hence my efforts to find a way back, to keep a promise I made. And my bonds with my fellow Scions are so ever stronger for the lesson.”

Y’shtola held her cup up to Thancred in salute, and he bowed his head and held his mug up in return.

“These bond are made ever stronger in our travails. I would lean on any one of them as I would myself, and you are right. We are stronger for it.”

Y’shtola thought of Zoissette, and felt herself smile. “And others, aside. I am in good enough company, sister.”

Y’mhitra sighed. “That is all well and good, and it does truly reassure me to hear this change in you. But still. I wish you would find a partner. Someone who does not just shares their strength with you, but complements you. Someone with who perhaps you would find the sum to be greater than its parts. Someone special. Thancred, you agree with me, right?”

Thancred had been watching the exchange between the sisters with fascinated interest, but Y’mhitra caught him while he was taking another pull off his ale, and he near choked on it. Y’shtola raised an eyebrow at him as he spent some few moments coughing and spluttering before he cleared his throat

“Ah, I think you may have mistaken your choice of ally in this fight, Y’mhitra, and I believe I will be finding myself staying well out of it. Y’shtola shall do as she wills, and none can convince her otherwise. I know I won’t try to do so, as I rather enjoy having all my bits attached.”

Y’shtola looked to Y’mhitra, tilting her head at her.

“Unlike you to miscalculate so badly, dear sister,” she said. “What are you playing at?”

Y’mhitra looked desperately at Thancred, but he just shook his head. She slumped, and Y’shtola laughed at her sister’s misfortune.

“Or perhaps I have overestimated,” said Y’shtola. “Well. ’Tis of no matter. This has been a most pleasant afternoon, but I find I wish to return to my work. If you both will excuse me.”

Y’shtola placed enough Gil on the table to cover her costs, before giving the table a wave as she left. Y’mhitra looked after her, dismayed, while Thancred looked on, rather more amused.

However, once she passed out of sight, Y’mhitra turned to Thancred with a faint smile.

“Thanks for the help,” she said.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, picking up his ale once more. “Seriously, don’t, I could deal without her being mad about it later if she ever finds out about this little ruse.”

“Have to give her a victory or else she’ll get too stubborn to overcome,” said Y’mhitra, standing up and cleaning up after herself. “She really has changed over the summers, hasn’t she?”

Thancred shrugged. “We all have. I guess maybe I hadn’t noticed as much as I might, being right there alongside her for much of it… but now that it’s been pointed out rather explicitly, yes, I suppose what she said is true. I think she’s definitely more open than she used to be. Definitely closer with some of us. Not like that, though, before you get any ideas.”

“I have a rather specific idea, thank you very much. Still. This is a good start.”

“Think it’ll work?” asked Thancred.

Y’mhitra just smiled.

~*~

Zoissette was busy in the vehicle bay, plotting launch schedules and scheduling time for making more components on the fabricator. She could hear the comings and goings of others, but mostly ignored them. If someone wanted her attention, she would make time for them, but for now, her work was a pleasant enough distraction.

A loud boisterous voice called out from behind her.

“Hoi, Zoi!” it bellowed.

“Hullo, Ryss,” said Zoissette, not yet fully paying attention. She reached up to try to tap the rim of her glasses, but stopped her hand in time before she had a chance to thwap herself in the nose yet again. Not having them was taking some getting used to, but replacing them was going to be a project in and of itself.

She should finally buckle down and do that.

While she was musing, Ryss had come to hover nearby, looking over her shoulder. “Hey, got a moment?”

Zoissette looked over the console. Well, nothing was very urgent.

“Sure, Ryss. What is on your mind?”

Ryss looked at her thoughtfully, rubbing her chin.

“You’ve been keeping yourself awful busy lately.”

“There is an awful lot to do.”

“There’s -always- an awful lot to do, and you’ve been trying to do it all ever since you broke up with Mathye.”

Ryss had never been one to beat around the proverbial bush. Zoissette grimaced, and turned back to the vehicle control console.

“Girl, I’m not saying you have to get over him immediately, but you don’t have to keep beating yourself up about it, either.”

“I am not ‘beating myself up’,” said Zoissette.

Ryss let the silence stretch for a bit.

“You said you were in love with someone else,” she ventured.

“I said I thought I was in love with another. I say a lot of stupid things.”

“Now you’re definitely beating yourself up.”

Zoissette just looked askance at Ryss.

“Alright, fine, I’ll bite,” said Ryss. “Why d’you think it’s stupid?”

Zoissette fell silent, letting her fingers dance over the console controls. Ryss patiently allowed the silence to settle in for as long as it would take, and Zoissette at last turned the machine off. She turned to her friend, and looked up at her for a moment, before turning away again.

“Ryss,” she said quietly, looking at the floor, “I am not even sure I know what love is.”

“Oh, Zoi,” began Ryss.

“No, I am serious, Ryss. I understand what lust is well enough, I understand what the rush of hormones feels like, but that - I do not think that is love, that is just, well, a desire to swive, and fades fast. So that is not it. And I have read the storytales, of love fathoms deep, of a deep abiding desire or draw or … something. Of people saying things like, like, they would die for one another. Is that love? If so, then I love pretty much everyone. I would die for any one of you, Ryss, but that seems too easy, too… well. That is just the duty of a knight.”

“Maybe the duty of a knight is to love the world,” said Ryss mildly.

Zoissette paused.

“I think about that a lot, and have reached the same conclusion,” she said. ”But that is not the kind of love one builds a bonding out of. I just do not know. I … I remember, being told as a child, that love would grow where you tended it, like a garden. But do you know how many seeds I have planted? Relationships begun, and tended to, waiting for that love to grow. Hoping desperately for it to grow. To feel whatever it is that everyone else is feeling. To be something for someone like that.”

Zoissette threw her hands out to the side. “And I like plenty of people, Ryss, but like is not love, and I do not know what I am doing wrong, and I certainly do not know why I said such a foolish thing. I … I could have made it work. I should have been able to make it work! Mathye is a good man. And even without love, I would have been a good partner, and maybe we could have grown a love eventually.”

“And instead you’re down here in the vehicle bay punishing yourself for not being able to meet some metaphor that you don’t even know is right?”

“And instead I am down here in the vehicle bay where I can at least be useful in a way that makes sense and can be measured. Quantified.” said Zoissette.

“Hey. Hey. Look at me, girlfriend.”

Zoissette did not turn her head, but her eyes did find their way to Ryss’ face, which was good enough.

Ryss rested a hand on her shoulder. “You say you don’t know what love is, but I’m willing to bet you do. You just haven’t figured it out for yourself yet, but you’re smart like that. Never rushing into stuff before it’s time. But I gotta ask, how are you going to figure it out like this from down here?”

She smiled at her. “So you said you might love someone else. Wouldn’t it be worth finding out for sure?”

Zoissette did not respond immediately. But after a moment, there was a small smile on her face, a genuine smile.

She seemed to have more of those these days, despite everything.

“Maybe,” she said.

“Good enough for me,” said Ryss. “Hey, we can talk more about it later, alright? Wanna do lunch later?”

“Sure,” said Zoissette, powering the vehicle control console back on. Ryss took the hint, and waved as she headed out of the workshop.

~*~

Ryss and Apple met Y’mhitra and Thancred at a small eatery in New Gridania.

“I really wish I was not part of this little conspiracy,” groused Thancred.

“Rather too late for it now; you’re trapped,” said Y’mhitra, winking at him. He just groaned in response. “How did it go with you two?”

“I think she’ll be open to the idea,” said Ryss. “Just gotta arrange things so she doesn’t have a good reason to say no.”

Apple nodded thoughtfully. “If we can figure out a place, we can pick a time, and I can tie up the fabricator. They both spent a lot of time in Limsa, it’s very important to all of us. I’m thinking the Bismarck, or maybe the Missing Member - their chef won that one competition a few years back, right? Should be just as good if not better!”

Ryss shook her head. “Not the Missing Member. That particular cook you’re thinking of went on a star tour and I don’t think he’s returned yet.”

“Bismarck, then,” said Apple, looking thoughtful. “I’ll check their bookings and get back to you.”

“What about your side?” asked Ryss.

“She thinks she’s won the first round,” said Y’mhitra. “It’ll just be a matter of convincing her when the time comes. She certainly seems to have enough time on her hands, if I can just convince her to walk away from the Forum for a bit. And whatever mystery hobby project she’s up to.”

“I can help there,” volunteered Thancred. “It’s not any real mystery, you just don’t recognize what she’s working on. She’s fixing Zoissette’s glasses.”

“Oh, that sure is nice of her!” said Apple. “Zoissette keeps hitting herself in the nose.”

Y’mhitra looked at her questioningly, but Ryss responded. “Zoissette keeps the things loaded down with enough enchantments to choke a three-headed goobbue.”

“Well, in any case, I think this all bodes rather well for your scheming,” said Thancred.

“Indeed,” said Y’mhitra. “Well, once Apple gets us some dates, I think we can move to the next phase of our plan.”

“This is still rather too much cloak and dagger for my taste,” said Thancred.

“That’s rich, coming from you,” said Y’mhitra.

Ryss waved her hands. “Now, now. If those two had any chance of figuring this out themselves, they would’ve done so by now. We’re just letting out the sails a little to help them get out of their own way, that’s all.”

Thancred just shrugged, and Y’mhitra nodded. “Well. I think we know what each of us needs to do. Keep one another posted.”

“Right.” “Okay!” “Sure.”

Their conversation moved on to other topics while they continued their lunch.

~*~

She had already known that moving the enchantments over to encompass the new lens was going to be difficult, but even in that, it seemed that she had underestimated the work, and underestimated Zoissette, and possibly even overestimated her own capabilities.

Her unique sight gave her a special insight into aether, it was true, but the magicks woven throughout the glasses could not be explained by mere aetheric observation alone. The intricate weaving spoke to Zoissette’s deep mastery of Nymian mathematics and beyond. Feedback loops, unusual geometries, all leading to complex and deep combinatorics.

She practically had to move the spell works over mote by minute aetheric mote, checking as she went along, making sure nothing was lost.

A puzzle. A challenge.

It would be worthwhile, she decided, to make this a gift unto her friend.

A knock at the door went ignored. But as it persisted, she sighed. “You may enter,” she called out, setting the glasses down for a moment. She could probably use a break, anyroad, if she were honest with herself.

She smiled at Y’mhitra as her sister walked in. “Did we not have lunch a mere sennight ago? I was not aware you found me such good company. I promise I have not found any trouble in such a short span.”

“You are trouble enough left to your own devices, I should think. Thancred tells me you’ve barely left this room.”

“My report to the Forum must needs be exacting. I shall leave out no detail, no matter how minor I may think it. For if travel between the shards is to one day become a reality, then we would all do well to face it with as much preparation and knowledge as we can muster.”

“And I don’t disagree, but this can’t be good for you. All work and no play makes my sister an isolated old hermit rather too much like her former master.”

“I would hear you say that to her yourself.”

“I think not! Still. I think you could tolerate a day off from this drudgery. A day off, and around people, not mammets and books. What say you, Shtola?”

Well, she had been working fair hard for some days. And indeed, she was not quite sure when she had last sought company. Surely more recently than last sennight’s luncheon.

Maybe not.

“Let us say that I agree with you. Whatsoever are you planning?”

“Well… I was thinking … maybe you could go out on a date.”

Y’shtola looked at her sister incredulously. “Again with this? But my my, what an imagination you have if you think I have any potential candidates for such just now. Or have the rumors of supposed flirtations with voidsent fully taken on such life of their own as to reach my sister’s ears?”

“A blind date.”

At this, Y’shtola felt her expression and ears go flat.

“Certainly not.”

“Oh, come on, Shtola. Might be fun.”

“And whomst have you picked out for me?”

Y’mhitra just smiled at her, and Y’shtola shook her head. “You are still yet young to be able to still entertain such flights of fancy. I am rather busy, and I think I shall not be making time in my schedule for such frivolity.”

“Frivolity is the point, Y’shtola. Get out. Have some fun. Entertain a new face. Practice your famously sharp wit on them, I know that is a favourite pastime of yours. A decent night out, perhaps get a good meal out of it, have a good time, and for the love of the gods, actually get out of your room for a reason besides flinging yourself bodily into harm once more.”

“I think too much more of this conversation and I shall be flinging myself heartily back into my work.”

Y’mhitra tapped her knuckles against her chin, tilting her head as she looked thoughtfully at Y’shtola.

“I’ll make you a deal.”

“I am certain you have naught with which to bargain.”

“Do this for me, and I’ll leave you alone for a season.”

“As though you can resist the urge to meddle in my affairs.”

“Y’shtola,” said Y’mhitra, and Y’shtola took notice of the sudden change in formality. “We are women not only of the Jaguar tribe, but daughters of Rhul. Our word is as good as bond, for we could be no other way. And I, your sister, am worried about you. You grow older and wiser and you have your allies - for now. But you are not getting any younger, and I would not see my sister become another Matoya, as wise and capable as she is, all alone in a cave. Do this for me, and I give you my word, I shall not breath a word of finding you companionship for a season.”

Y’shtola desperately wished to go back to her work, but while she could match and usually exceed her sister’s stubbornness, it would mean time and effort she did not wish to spare just this moment.

And the offer was a tempting one. To not be pestered with such nonsense for a time. Though of course, Y’mhitra’s offer was, purposefully, a low one.

“Offer me one summer of such respite, and I shall -consider- your words.”

“Two seasons.”

“One summer, or I shall stay in my little room, blessedly alone, continuing my important work, and shall delight in frustrating your efforts the entire time.”

“…fine,” said Y’mhitra, scowling. “I would leave the matter closed for one summer, but if and only if you put forth a good faith effort. You never have to see them again, but see them the once, at least.”

“If I say that I shall take the matter under due consideration, will you let me return to my work?”

“Gladly.”

“Fine. Then I consider the matter settled for now.”

“Alright, but if I do not have your answer in a sennight, I am coming back,” said Y’mhitra. “And I will be bringing others with me. I am not the only one that worries, you know.”

“I am certain,” said Y’shtola, dryly. “Why, with so many worrying after me rather than themselves, it is little wonder that I ever feel in danger at all. Perhaps all this worry can summon a primal to keep me company.”

“Very funny, Shtola.”

“Now, if you don’t mind…”

“One sennight, and then I am coming for you.”

Y’shtola just waved a hand in the air as Y’mhitra left, and sighed.

~*~

Ryss was keeping an eye on Zoissette, without looking like she was keeping an eye on Zoissette.

She was worried about her, and wondered idly if this was what it was like to be Zoissette all the time. She had long been a confidant to the Elezen, after all, and Zoissette had frequently confessed her various worries about others to her. About Klynt and Apple, and whether or not they were being fulfilled by their work and reaching their potential as much as they wanted. Worrying about Meya and Erick, and hoping their relationship was well. Worrying about her brother, hoping his life in Ishgard was continuing to treat him well. Worrying about Riven and Astrid. Worrying about Mathye and whether she was doing right by him. Worrying about Thalia and her weird shyness around training with Augustine.

She did not complain much, and she often kept her true feelings tight to herself, but she did seem to worry a lot, and now here Ryss was, worrying about Zoissette.

Well, if this worked, then all would be well again. In a far corner of the workshop, where she could not be heard, Ryss saw Apple take a linkpearl call. Apple nodded a few times, before lifting her head, facing Ryss, and waving to try to get her attention.

So much for subtlety, but if Zoissette noticed, she wasn’t paying it much mind. Ryss sighed and waved back, and Apple gave her a thumbs-up.

If she was reading the situation correctly, that meant Y’mhitra had just called in, and with good news.

It was time to move in. Ryss ambled over to where Zoissette was.

“Say, Zoi, I had a thought.”

Zoissette did not look up from her work. “Hopefully more than the one, since that is what we get paid for.”

“Say, Zoi, I had a -lot- of thoughts.”

“Oh very good. I suppose you wish to share some?”

“Yeah. S’about what we talked about the other day.”

“I still think the merits of the Nymian systems of measurement shall rule out over the current standards one day.”

“…not about that.”

“Oh! Well, I had thought the matter settled, but I am open to suggestions.”

“Not that either! … wait no actually I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What we should get for the tea tin.”

“Oh. Oh, no, not that, either. Wait. Since you brought it up I think that we should get honey now that we’re here in Gridania. I hear they have the best honey.”

Zoissette lifted her head up to yell. “Apple! Add Gridanian honey to the supply list!”

“Okay!”

“Alright, but still not that either,” said Ryss, putting her hands on her hips. “I’m talking about love.”

There had been a few changes in Zoissette’s demeanor since she had returned from the events of the laboratory incident. One of them was that while before her face had often had an aloof expression of Ishgardian politeness, now it seemed that every emotion she had danced across her face at the slightest prompting.

Like just now, as she passed through several expressions so fast that Ryss blinked and missed a few.

“I do not know that there is much more to talk about there, Ryss.”

Well. The Ishgardian stoicism may have been gone, but the person behind it was still the same.

“Girl, look, you’re sitting down here thinking about it when you should be out there doing something about it. You gotta get back in the saddle! We gotta get you out there! And most importantly of all…”

Ryss trailed off for dramatic effect. When the silence began to stretch into the awkward, she nudged Zoissette in the shoulder.

Zoissette just looked flatly at her, and she threw up her hands.

“Fine, I’ll just say it. You need practice! Science demands research, Zoissette!”

Zoissette continued to look flatly at her, but then after a moment, she cracked a smiled and laughed, and Ryss knew she had her.

“Alright, fine, what do you have in mind.”

“Dating. Get out! Meet people!”

“I am not inclined to inflict myself on anyone else just yet, Ryss.”

“Whatever, you’re a delight, you just haven’t found the right person yet. And how are you gonna find them if you’re not willing to search a bit?”

Zoissette just shook her head. “I’ve not the social calendar to be a gadfly and sort through potentials just to inevitably be letting them all down.”

“Letting them down? I’m not talking about courting, Zoissette. Dating! Just dating. Casual meet ups. Lunches that don’t have to go anywhere, dinners that are just for fun. Practice for when you’re ready to go looking for the one. And if you don’t like ‘em, you can just tell them no thank you, no hard feelings, and be on your way. You can tell people no, right?”

“I tell people no all the time, Ryss. Like every time Erick tries to sneak a trebuchet into the fabricator’s planning schedule. When Aeryn starts to get that look in her eyes that tells me that she’s thinking of chasing something over the horizon again. Or when my friend tries to tell me that me dating is a good idea.”

“Aw, come on, Zoi. Science demands sample sizes!”

“I thought it demanded research?”

“Which can be done through…” said Ryss, making a ‘go on’ gesture with her hands.

Zoissette just looked at her with a small smile, then let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Tell you what. Say yes, and I’ll even do all the hard work. Get you dolled up, find you a nice place to eat, pick out someone for you to get you started. Call it a blind date. It’ll be fun!”

“I will think about it, Ryss.”

“Good enough for now!”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Apple give her a thumbs up, and she resisted the urge to facepalm. Fortunately, Zoissette didn’t seem to notice.

~*~

“I am not at all sure what has gotten into my sister lately,” said Y’shtola to Thancred. She was certain she was on the last bit of work needed to restore Zoissette’s glasses fully, but needed a break, and had elected to make time for tea with her fellow Scion. “She has always worried after me and been quite insistent on meddling in my personal affairs, but her efforts have rather increased as of late.”

Thancred shrugged. “Maybe she just thinks it’s a good time. It’s quiet in our collective lives. For once. Interrupting your report writing for the Forum is certainly better than trying to divert your attention while we are trying once more to save the star from something or another.”

Y’shtola just sighed. “I don’t imagine you have any insights as to what she may be planning after her little attempt to rope you in over lunch the other day.”

“Well of course I do,” said Thancred. “She’s been coming to me.”

Y’shtola set her tea down, and glared at Thancred over it. He shrugged in response.

“To be clear, I do not wholly agree with her,” he said. “After all, I know you well, Shtola. You are an independent woman, of unimpeachable character, with strength enough to rival the star. Indeed, I dare say if more of us had been blessed with the Echo and felt the need to step into the role of being a true Warrior of Light, why, I think none of us would be as well placed to fill the role as… G’raha Tia, naturally, with his long tenure of experience as the Crystal Exarch.”

Y’shtola chuckled, and Thancred gave her a grin before he continued on. “But it would be a close race, and if he was to place second to any of us, I daresay it would be to you. Your sister might make mention of your strength, but I’ve witnessed it. And I will not indulge your ego any further by speaking to your knowledge. But I cannot help but think that the crux of our last discussion was the ways in which you have found the wisdom to applying both, whether by yourself or with allies. So no, I don’t agree with her that you need a partner.”

“Do not think I do not detect the faint whiff of self-deprecation there, Thancred, that you fail to count yourself amongst the more capable of our little group.”

He waved a hand at her. “Perhaps with Urianger to help make up for my shortfall in aether. But never mind that. Y’shtola, I love you like family, and as family, I say, your sister may be wrong in the specifics, but I think she’s right in a broader sense. A partner would suit you. You’re not perfect, despite how often you pretend to be, don’t look at me like that, we’re being honest right now. And if I am to be honest, which I am, I don’t think you need a paramour. But imagine having someone to truly share yourself with. Someone to weather our various trials, side by side, another half. Who understands who you are and what you do and why you do it whole heartedly. Someone who can look at all of this like you do, who understands your point of view, and can match it with theirs. I think the idea has more merit than you are pretending to give it credit for.”

“Truly?”

“Yes, ‘truly’. That is my vaunted insight, if you’ll have it. Maybe let her have her fun. Let this play out. See where it goes. And then you’ll do what you want anyroad.”

Y’shtola was quiet for a moment, and Thancred shrugged.

“If nothing else, it does get you out of your room for a spell. Even if she’s wrong about everything else, you have been working too hard.”

“This from you?”

“Who would know better?”

“Well. I shall certainly not belabor the point,” she said. “I shall consider your counsel, Thancred.”

“Just leave me out of it if you decide to get mad at somebody. Don’t shoot the messenger and all that.”

“I believe I shall be cross with whosoever I wish, should such come to pass,” said Y’shtola archly, and she laughed when Thancred threw up his hands in defeat.

~*~

“I hope that ending my courtship with Mathye has not put your relationship with the Lady Fortemps under any strain,” said Zoissette.

Ement was practically living at Gage Acquisitions for the time being, helping out around the place and keeping an eye on his sister. They made a point of catching up often, and were just now alone in a quiet corner of the workshop where they would not be bothered.

“Riven? Heavens, no. She’s been an utter lady about the whole affair.”

“Good. I am glad,” she said, and Ement watched, as she fidgeted. “I… I told him I thought I loved someone else.”

“So I heard. Anybody I know?”

“…it does not matter.”

“Oh, good. You only ended a courtship over it. One you were trying your very hardest at, as I recall.”

Zoissette gave him a dirty look, and he shrugged back at her. He watched her long enough to see the change when it happened, as she went from stubborn to resigned.

“… it’s Archon Y’shtola.”

“Oh, fantastic taste, and I mean that sincerely. She threatened to turn me into a frog when I made half a pass at her. I love a woman that can ruin my life.”

“Ement.”

“Zoissette. Okay, but really, Sette, you could do worse. I barely know her, but I know she was there when you needed her to be, and every step after. And you’ve certainly prattled on enough about her to me. Wait, did I say I barely know her? With your stories, I think I could tell her life story.”

“You mean like those awful songs you sing at the tavern?”

“Those songs get me drinks.”

Zoissette sighed. “It does not matter. If she was interested, I am certain she would have made that clear long before now. She has not, and, well. Love her or not, I am content to play my part in her story.”

“Might just ask her about it to be sure.”

“I should,” Zoissette conceded. “But what if I am wrong? If she does not love me, that is fine, but what if I do not truly love her? I just… I do not know. I told Sebastian I would try after Heavensturn, but I do not know. And in the meanwhile…”

“In the meanwhile.”

“Ryss thinks I should try dating.”

“Great! Try that out, let me know how it goes.”

“I do not think that I should be dating anyone when I am not certain about the truth of my own heart,” she said.

“Is that what’s going on? Come on, Sette. Look, I get being cagey about approaching her, but you keep saying you’re not sure of the truth. Not sure of the truth? I’ve never known anyone in my life more obsessive about the truth. Say it with me. What’s the first duty?”

“… to the truth.”

“To the truth. Face her, face it, and find out the truth. Or don’t. I know it’s not like you to rush in, and you like to sit and think about things entirely too much. So, hey. Tell you what, here’s an idea. Keep doing that. And in the meanwhile, put yourself out there.”

“Put myself out where?”

“Dating. Going out. And, since I’m not out of good advice just yet, here’s some more. Forget about whoever you meet. Stop trying to be the perfect shape to fit them. Find out if they can be a shape to fit you. What I’m trying to say, is go out and get some practice being yourself. I’ve known you your entire life, Zoissette, and what you are truly in love with is making yourself miserable to be what everyone else needs you to be. And when you’re not doing that, you love to pretend you don’t exist, and it almost got you killed. Well, stop it.”

Ement was looking at her, and for once, his usual jocularity was entirely missing. Zoissette felt herself sitting up a little straighter, looking back at him square on, and meeting him where he was.

One dutiful child of Ishgard to another.

“Your self assigned duty is to the truth. So stop living so many lies.”

Zoissette felt her eyes watering, and she reached up to wipe them away with the back of a hand, and she nodded. She took a deep breath in, and she straightened her shoulders and stiffened her back, and she nodded.

“And there we are,” said Ement, relaxing back, reaching down a hand to fiddle with his rebreather, letting out a sigh of relief as he increased the airflow feed.

“Thank you,” said Zoissette.

“What are older brothers for, if not dispensing sage wisdom that they’ll never need or follow?” he said, his humor back, and the edges of her lips twitched. She closed her eyes to keep the tears away, and let herself laugh.

~*~

“Okay so it’s not so important what she wears, so long as she’s comfortable in it, gonna ask if Meya can help.”

“Oh! Maybe I should drive them both in a chocobo carriage! That’s romantic!”

“Right. So, I just linkpearled Klynt, and I told her everything that’s going on to get her advice, but all that happened is she laughed so hard she disconnected, and I’m choosing to take that as a good sign.”

“Now that she’s agreed to our deal, she’s not like to renege on it, but we still must needs be certain to not give her a reason to cancel.”

“Didja happen to get us tickets to be off the continent when they meet? I’d like to live to next summer.”

“I’ve fully booked the fabricator on these days! And I’ll ask around to make sure all the leves get filled, too!”

Ement and Thancred watched with some level of detached amusement and bafflement as the others dashed around making last minute adjustments to their master plan.

“You want to know the really funny bit?” asked Ement.

“Hmn?”

“This could all probably be upended with a five minute conversation.”

“What, and deny them their fun? Perish the thought.”

They continued to watch as the plans were fully assembled.

“At least Y’shtola’s not like to blame me for this mess,” said Thancred, and Ement just grinned at him.

~*~

There. Her work was near finished.

All she had left was to finish checking those enchantments that she could. Overall, she was quite pleased with herself. Without knowing the depths of Zoissette’s various magical disciplines, she had, nevertheless, managed what should have been an impossible task. The glasses were repaired, and the enchantments were restored. No matter how complex or tricky they had been, a look at their aether showed that they had been perfectly preserved, and now only wanted for their owner.

She could not check all of the enchantments, but those that she could, she had carefully been examining for the last bell. She had some time before Y’mhitra would show up to escort her to her arranged date, and she wished to see the work through.

As she reviewed them, she found herself smiling, as many of them brought back memories of her various adventures alongside Zoissette. The glasses were a useful tool, and Zoissette oft used their many capabilities to study aether, detect the positions of magitek in the field, get a closer look at some creature from far away, and more. Zoissette was inventive and clever, and that cleverness was reflected in the complexities of every enchantment, every decision that had been made in the manufacture of her glasses.

And the enchantments formed a history. Recent ones were fairly complex, with interlocking functionality, but they grew simpler as Y’shtola checked older ones, until she began to came across those that any beginner to the art may’ve created. Why they were still present, Y’shtola was not certain, but she checked them as well. An indicator for aetheric aspects. A range finder spell. A magnification function. And then, at last, she came to the final enchantment she could check. It was not quite as simple as many of the ones of similar age, requiring more than a novice’s knowledge. It seemed to form a method for storing images that had been drawn with aetheric ink.

She gave it a pulse of aether to bring it to life.

An image flared up on the lenses, and Y’shtola felt as though the world had come to a sudden stop. She was full certain that she was not, could not, be seeing the image that was now projected onto the lens.

It was a simple enough image.

It was comprised of two sketches. The first was the outline of a kite shield, drawn in blue. And the second existed in the middle of that shield, a shape that was most familiar to Y’shtola, drawn in red.

The witch’s wand, drawn to be the standard on a shieldmaiden’s shield. The full composition had been drawn by two children in Sharlayan, over twenty summers ago, and inscribed for posterity in the very enchantment she had just restored.

~*~

Zoissette felt bewildered and more than a little overwhelmed.

She had decided, ultimately, to take Ryss up on her offer to go on a blind date. If she just set aside her feelings for a moment, it promised to have the potential to be fun. She could just go out. Without a care in the world. Whatever happened, happened. At least she would not be screwing up another courtship. And there were no expectations of her. Just show up. Right. Just be herself. Right. Get some practice being out in public. Right. No disasters, no being unintentionally off-putting, no weirdness, just act normal.

Right. Learn how everyone else did this kind of thing.

She took a deep breath in. Her friends had been trying very, very hard to make sure this would be a nice night for her. Apple had taken over her responsibilities for the night. Klynt was away, that was fine, she was in training. Dark had seemed very amused when she had asked for her shift change, but had allowed it.

Meya and Ryss had helped her pick an outfit, something with colors that supposedly complemented her complexion. And something, Ryss had stressed, she would be comfortable in. She had tried her hand at wearing the latest fashions before, but this time, something simpler. Something more her. Lots of pockets. Very comfortable boots. A nice overcoat. She already had moved several journals in and out of their pouches, unable to decide whether to leave them behind or not. It would be rude if she brought them out in the middle of doing something else.

She absolutely had to do this. She absolutely should not do this. It was not too late to beg out. Probabilities and possibilities coalesced in her mind. Different paths and different outcomes. Infinite possibilities in infinite permutations. Each thought a note, each note a noise. A cacophony. A discordance. A swell, thoughts running over and into one another, like an entire musical orchestra all playing every note on every instrument all at once, overlapping, overwhelming.

Zoissette was moving mechanically, now. Almost on autopilot. She knew Ryss would be here soon. To pick her up. To take her to this blind date. All she had to do was be dressed by then. Put her hair up. Use the bow that Ameliance taught her how to make. She liked that. Kept her hair out of her face. Reach for her glasses except they were not there and she really missed them just now.

She looked mournfully at the spot where they were supposed to be, and looked at herself in the vanity, and second and third guessed herself.

But this was a good idea. This was a good thing. Ryss meant well.

She glanced to the single earring on the vanity, one which she wore nigh continuously. A gift from Y’shtola, meant to symbolize their deep friendship. Two black carnations, with two tiny silver threads holding two beautiful pearls. She should leave it behind, she thought.

But then she reached out and touched her fingers to it, and memories came to her, and the noise in her mind seemed to recede of its own volition, quieting, becoming a single solitary thread, a melody carried by a single note.

She looked at it, and time seemed to slow, to allow her to stay in a gentle moment.

~*~

The shieldmaiden.

Y’shtola set the glasses down in disbelief.

My, how she had grown.

The shieldmaiden had been young, her complexion darker, and her build had been wiry. She had been awkward, someone who had not yet grown fully into their height, and when she had first seen her, why, Y’shtola was not sure if she was dealing with a young man or a young woman. Her hair had been shorter back then as well, and her mouth too wide for her face.

Zoissette Vauban.

She had not known her name at the time, due to a singularly foolish game they had played at, but Y’shtola reached down and tilted the glasses up to look again, and there was no mistaking it.

Her one time companion in mischief, and she had returned to her life for full on many summers now.

Ser Zoissette de Vauban of Ishgard, noble, knight, warrior.

Shieldmaid.

She was quieter, now. The shieldmaiden had been boisterous and chatty, stumbling over her words, exuberant and full of energy and that awkward smile. Just… like Zoissette could be, when she got excited about something, when she lowered her guard long enough to truly let herself be free. The awkward smile had been replaced with a somewhat distant and vaguely polite one, but nevertheless.

They were both insatiably curious. They were both willing to put themselves in harm’s way for others. Both were honest in that sort of way that demonstrated that they knew no other way to be.

Their eyes always searching out truth. Their heart always finding the good in the world. Their shield arm always strong, to protect any who were in need. Foolish and brilliant and that was her Zoissette, her shieldmaiden grown into shieldmaid, her friend.

Zoissette could be foolish at times, it was true, but it was the foolishness borne out of a most earnest desire to do the right thing. Even when they had their differences, and such happened often, Y’shtola still felt a great fondness for her. That she could hold her own against Y’shtola’s intellect was endearing, not off-putting. And truly, her feelings were more than just fondness.

She had changed from the young girl who she had remembered, true, but what was more important was the many ways in which she had stayed the same. She had grown up into a fine woman, possibly the finest that Y’shtola had ever known, the obvious result of a lifetime of lessons hard learned, but the core of who she was, well.

It had stayed the same. After all these years, she felt as though she recognized her, fully, now. Seeing her in a way that she had never allowed herself to see her before.

What a fool Y’shtola could be.

~*~

Zoissette sat down at the vanity, picking up the earring, and rubbing her thumb gently across the petals of its flowers, careful to not disturb them any more than was necessary for enjoying the sensation of touching them.

Y’shtola had always had that affect on her, had she not? A calming influence in a chaotic life. She had been there from near the start of Zoissette’s misadventures upon arriving in Eorzea, and she had been by the woman’s side ever since, sometimes leading, often following.

She was a lodestone, an anchor, and Zoissette never had to put on any pretense for her. When she prattled on excitedly about some new discovery or deep recollection of a beloved topic, Y’shtola had always listened with patience. When she outlined some stratagem, Y’shtola was often the first to see it. When there was some challenge to overcome, Y’shtola was always quick to stand by her side to face it. When something needed to be done, well, Zoissette and Y’shtola were the kind of women to do it.

When the world was noise and chaos, Y’shtola was a powerful quiet in it, her courage and steadfastness as stable as they came. She could be short with people, and she was famous for her sharp tongue, but Zoissette knew what few people did, that it was a tool for cutting not to the quick, but to the truth. Y’shtola did what honesty demanded, and Zoissette always respected her for that.

And now, Zoissette knew she had to do what honesty demanded of her.

~*~

Y’shtola curled her hands around the glasses, and she smiled. Her heart felt light. It was as though the clouds were parting after the rain, and she could see the majesty of the history she full shared with Zoissette.

She gingerly picked up the glasses, releasing the aether keeping the enchantment going, and closed them upon themselves, tucking them away, to keep on her until she could see them safely back to their owner.

And when she did so, they would have something new to talk about. Their shared past.

And perhaps, a shared future.

~*~

Zoissette picked up the earrings, and slowly, almost reverently, put them on. She looked at herself in the mirror as she did so.

The truth. The truth was, she loved Y’shtola. And she had loved her for a very long time.

And the earrings were a reminder, of sorts, that she had always known that, hadn’t she? The world was an often confusing place, and she often felt like she would never be part of the shared human experience, like an outsider, looking in, but Y’shtola never made her feel that way. Even in her sharp moments, Y’shtola was always inviting her in, offering her wisdom, showing her truths and knowledge.

Zoissette felt fear and uncertainty become replaced with resolve.

~*~

Well, in any situation, these were truths that could be faced later, matters that would hold for one more day. For now, however.

Y’shtola Rhul looked herself over in the mirror one last time, and satisfied with what she saw there, headed out to satisfy her sister’s need to meddle. That it might not matter shortly did not matter. Y’shtola was a woman of her word, and she would keep it.

Zoissette Vauban checked everything one last time. Pens and journals and tools secure in any of a number of pouches and pockets. She nodded, and headed out. Regardless of any personal revelations, Ryss had set this up as a favor to her, and she would not let the woman down.

Besides, thought Y’shtola, as teleporting magicks gathered around her, if her company for the night turned out to be a boor, she could simply tease her sister for her poor planning and foresight for the foreseeable future. But she would tolerate this evening well enough. And then, after, she would go visit her dear friend, and that, she looked forward to with relish.

And anyroad, there would be no real consequences for this, would there be? With the earring, it would be as though Y’shtola was there with her, and Zoissette felt a bit of light giddiness as she decided that perhaps she could just regale her would-be date with her research. If they enjoyed it, then she would happily share, and if not, then so what? She could be a boor for once in her life with little real consequence, and she could share an amusing story with Ryss, and Ryss would bear the burden of having such an awkward friend with good humour. And then, after this, she would speak to Y’shtola, at long last.

Conversations, perhaps, overdue. But first.

~*~

It was a clear night in Limsa Lominsa. The sun had sunk down over the horizon some bells past, and now the stars were out, sharing their light with the ocean below them. As one looked out past the tide gates, the twinkling of lights reflected in the waves met the twinkling of the light shining from the stars, and at the horizon, it seemed almost as if ocean and night sky were one, seeming almost to be a way to glimpse into infinity.

The Bismarck was famous not just for its food, but for the ambience it provided, the view over the starry ocean accessible from its balconies, the open kitchen ensuring its smells were shared with all. The noise of the fires in the kitchen met the sound of the ocean waves crashing far below, and tonight, the two sounds met and intermixed to form a deep whisper that seemed fit to speak to the very soul of those diners fortunate enough to meet there this night.

One of the hostesses led Y’shtola on a path past the other diners to reach one of the higher up balconies. As they arrived, the hostess bowed, and politely went on her way, leaving Y’shtola to take the last several steps herself. A table for two had been set up, and none else. A private spot, with someone already there, seeming to be looking out over the bay.

Y’shtola walked up the steps, and as she got closer, she slowed, as she recognized that outline. Broad shoulders, appropriate for a knight. Tall, even for an Elezen. Hair in a ponytail held in place by a neatly tied large black bow. A familiar set of earrings hung from one ear.

And her aether, still that calming shade, fair brimming with a power that was belied the potential of its depths, hugging her outline, tightly controlled. A faint glow that Y’shtola had come to find comforting, over the many summers she had known it.

She felt a flash of annoyance. Her sister was going to be insufferable, and she was going to skin her alive.

It evaporated nearly immediately though, and she laughed at herself. How upset could she be? Her sister had merely lead her to conclusions she had already full reached herself. Let her sister think herself clever; the benefits would be hers to have.

She climbed the stairs, and the other woman heard her as she approached.

Zoissette turned to face her, and oh gods, how had she not realised the connection earlier. Her eyes, in any sight, held kindness enough for the star, even as they darted across Y’shtola in confusion as a frown creased her forehead

“Shtola?” said Zoissette, surprised. “What are you doing here? Uhm, I mean, not that I mind. It’s just, it is just, well, uhm, unexpected. I am supposed to be meeting someone here shortly, they are not here yet…”

Her voice trailed off as Y’shtola reached a hand out towards her. “Hello, Sette,” she said. Zoissette only paused a moment before taking her hand in hers, and oh, the levin rumble at her touch, fair tingling her fingers.

“…hi,” said Zoissette, feeling a bit light headed and breathless. She was ready to confess her feelings to Y’shtola, but had not expected to need to do so tonight. She could feel the noise beginning to rise again, but as she looked at the soft smile on Y’shtola’s face, she calmed. There was surely a rationale for what was going on right now. She would solve this mystery, and then tackle that question.

And the answer was obvious, really. Zoissette squeezed her eyes shut and groaned.

“Ryss set this up,” she said.

“Ryss and my sister both,” replied Y’shtola.

“I am so, so sorry.”

“I find that I am not.”

Zoissette took a deep breath in, and let it out, and when she opened her eyes again, Y’shtola was looking up at her with that mischievous smile, and a wicked glint to her eye. As full of confidence and poise as ever. Y’shtola could meet any situation, and oh gods, Zoissette would meet the challenges of life with her forever more if she could help it.

“I believe I have an idea that will allow us to make the most of this,” said Y’shtola, leading Zoissette by the hand to her seat. Bemused but willing, Zoissette sat down, just watching Y’shtola curiously as she went to go stand by the railing and look out over the bay.

She was not a tall woman, not by Miqo’te standards, and certainly not by Elezen ones. But despite that, her posture, her poise, all made her seem so much larger than she was. She was such a strong woman. The very figure of a wise and powerful sorceress. Many found her intimidating, as they should. Zoissette found her beautiful, especially now, silhouetted by night sky, a sea breeze ruffling her dress and somehow highlighting her figure.

Y’shtola turned away from the bay slightly, and their eyes met, and oh, Zoissette wanted the moment to last forever. Just the two of them. Or to grasp the moment and make the most of it, to confess, and let whatever may be happen.

But first.

“I have a storytale I would share with you,” said Y’shtola, as she began to pace slowly to come around the table, one foot solidly in front of the other. “Perhaps you are familiar with it. It deals with the shieldmaiden of your history, and takes place, I think, not so long ago, and not so far away.”

Zoissette just watched her, uncertain where the conversation was going, but curious all the same.

“The shieldmaiden left her home, I believe it goes,” Y’shtola continued, “to travel far away. To a land of learning, of wisdom. Of green rolling hills, and of tall white towers, which were said to hold many of the books of the world. Her curiosity would not allow her otherwise, you see; she would seek wisdom, whatever form it might take, and wheresoever it might be.

“And in that place, she was scorned by the witless and set upon by fools. A lesser woman may have been discouraged, but not she. For even in her youth, she had her bravery and her determination, and while she sought no quarrel, she also would not allow herself to be driven away. And it was well, for in this place, she met another young woman, one much like she. Not as strong, perhaps. Wiser, perhaps. It is in that place, she met the witch of this storytale.”

Zoissette frowned. This was not one of the storytales of the shieldmaiden nor of the witch that she was familiar with, and she knew an awful lot of them. However, as she listened to Y’shtola tell her tale, she thought she could feel a certain tug in her memories, a certain sense of familiarity in the tale.

“The two went on many adventures, though perhaps not as many as they might have liked. The shieldmaiden learned of a witch’s magicks and peoples, and the witch learned that the world was perhaps more than she had previously imagined. Alas, fools fell upon them, but with the strength of her heart, and guided by the witch’s hand, they overcame them, not once, at a bridge, not twice, at an atelier, but three times, under the roof of a powerful man.”

Y’shtola’s path had taken her behind Zoissette’s chair, and instead of twisting around to keep her gaze following her, Zoissette just sat and frowned. She was listening very carefully to the story, and there was a piece that would solve this puzzle in it somewhere, she just knew it.

“And in that place, it was neither the wisdom of the witch nor the strength of the shieldmaiden that carried the day. Nay, it was their trust in one another, their unwavering dedication to their truth, and the honesty of their testimony. Thus was it that the fools were thwarted, and the witch and the shieldmaiden won the day.”

Y’shtola had drifted behind the chair now, and came to place her head next to Zoissette’s, her mouth close to her ear, as she dropped her voice to be dark and low, and Zoissette craned her neck to listen to the last of the story.

“Before she left, they stopped where they had began, at the place they had first met. From there, they parted ways, but before they did, they agreed they would meet each other again, some day.”

Y’shtola wrapped her arms around the chair, resting them on Zoissette’s shoulders, and in her hand was a familiar pair of glasses. Zoissette glanced at her briefly before reaching out to take them, noticing that an enchantment had already been activated, and as she looked, the last puzzle piece fell into place.

“I believe I still owe you a boon,” purred Y’shtola into her ear. “If you would have it.”

Zoissette turned her head, and looked deep into Y’shtola’s eyes. A thousand thoughts crossed her mind, but they quickly distilled down to only one.

“I would,” she whispered, and she reached up, placing her hand on the back of Y’shtola’s head, and gently pulled her closer, and they at last met, and fell into one another freely, as their lips met and they kissed.

The stars’s light reflected in the ocean and the ocean’s light met the stars, but that was not the most beautiful sight in Limsa Lominsa that night.

#final fantasy xiv #biot writes #year of the otp #yotp 2023 #blind date #zoissette vauban #ryssthota sundstyrwyn #y'mhitra rhul #y'shtola rhul #ement vauban #thancred waters #apple silverberg #witchshield

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eorziapple · 6 months

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Rebirth

Trapped.

They had trapped her there.

She was right to be afraid of them, of what they would do.

But it was alright. They were trapped as well. She would be protected. This was their purpose, why they were brought into existence. Save her, protect her. It saw them, readying blades and spells, unable to see it through the shroud of darkness. It, however, could sense them, every beat of their hearts, the pulse of life circulating through their veins, the lifestream that empowered their life flowing through them.

The smaller one in the backline illuminated the room with an incantation, a tiny carbuncle blinking into existence and emanating a soft blue glow. And they saw. Saw what was waiting for them.

Death. The robed figure, faceless, a white mask drenched in a sorrowful expression. It didn’t flinch. Gave them no sign of familiarity or hesitation. The blades materialized from the shadows, twirling out towards the Miqo'te incanting a Light spell. A fluttering flash of yellow dust flew in to intercept and apparating a great axe to catch the shadow’s blade, held by a Roegadyn woman, her fairy flittering about smugly at its deft maneuver. “Oh no you don’t.” she remarked as she flung the blade back, allowing the Miqo’te to finish her spell, illuminating the room. Death’s long, monstrous hand trembled a bit as it took in the familiar faces. Their faces steeped in horror and sadness as they took in it’s features.

Meya murmured an incantation, and a protective pall of rejuvenation washed over the group. Summoned flames began to dance around the Miqo'te as Minti empowered her, the Viera deftly keeping up the flow of aether with her dancing while deftly dodging two whirling blades summoned from the creature. Death was forced to retreat as a powerful fire spell emanated from the woman with the carbuncle, a sphere that detonated, sharing much of the space the creature had just occupied, and in a rush of gunshots two figures closed the distance to where Death apparated to, Zoissette and Violet moving in perfect harmony, landing blows to the creature’s midsection, the aetheric blade forming a cross of light between the two. If it felt pain, it didn’t make it known. The two noted that they didn’t seem to catch solid flesh but a rather thick, viscous substance that made up the darkness writhing within this being’s center.

As it turned its head to focus on the two, the right arm apparated a long scythe, catching the axe of Ryssthota almost effortlessly, bending the curve of the blade to redirect the considerable force coming down on her, sending the women flying back about fifteen feet. Zoissette grunted as her mind connected to an Echo, the vision of Apple being lost as a sin eater, and Death’s emergence staggered the Elezen for a moment, and with Violet hard pressed against two whirling blades, Death took its opportunity.

She hummed to herself as she sliced into the bunch of green onions, her practiced motions mincing them up. She smiled as she caught the scent of the swordfish beginning to sizzle on the pan. Her father sat in his favorite chair, enjoying a book, looking up and giving her a smile as he caught her glance.

“Smells lovely as always, sea breeze, think your mother found a good place to moor yet? We’ve been trolling for a while…”

Apple shrugged, “you know her, she’s stubborn about fishing.” She slid the onions off into the pan, walking over to place the knife back into the block. As she did, her vision darkened slowly, focusing on a blade sunk deep into the shoulder of an Elezen woman. Her face was beautiful, but locked in a pained expression grunting in exertion as a gunshot rang out, the gunblade vibrating with power against Death’s scythe, pushing the blade out, her comrades rushing in to support her.

Wait… she knew these people, didn't she? A wave of exhaustion. Her vision changed. The houseboat, her father reading, she was cooking a lovely glazed pork loin in the pan.

Wait, wasn't it fish?

“Something wrong, sea breeze?” Her father’s concern was not contained at all.

Yes, everything was wrong, all of this was wrong.

More weariness.

“No, I'm fine!” She smiled, “Steak’s almost ready!”

Riven whirled into action, directing Garuda to create strong gusts of air to push back the summoned blades, protecting Meya as she worked to close the wounds Zoissette suffered.”It’s - it is her,” she took a few deep breaths and got back on her feet. “We need to be smart about this.”

Minti, recognizing an opportunity, directed her chakram towards the vortex, her body draped in vibrant feathers called from Suzaku as flames erupted, caught on the wind and directing a firestorm to engulf the entity. Riven grunted out in pain as two blades sliced at her thighs, and she was forced to abandon the vortex to shield her body, summoning pillars of earth to erupt up through the mass of tangled machinery that made up the platform. The blades fizzled into black smoke as they hit the obstacles.

Ryss clutched her head in pain. Violet pivoted to intercept the blades from reaching her, though one took a decent chunk out of her shoulder for the effort. Zoissette gestured to Riven before dashing forward, her feet catching newly erupting rock from the terrain as a Titan’s fist emerged, flinging the Elezen forward to slash at the entity.

Ryss found herself standing on a beautiful sandy beach, the water before her was crystal clear, save for the gentle, constant waves breaking against the shore. Behind her, she heard a familiar voice.

“I messed up… pretty bad. I don't know if I can fix it. I wish you were here. Somehow I still hold on to the idea that you’d know what to do.”

Apple’s voice. She turned to see her kneeling beside a well balanced stack of smooth stones.

“I made some friends, I know it’s probably a bit shocking, but I did. That’s over though, once everyone figures out what happened…I’m a threat. It's hard though, being alone after all that. It’s like losing you all over again.”

Ryss now recognized the place. It was the Island they found the boat on. She must have come here just before heading to Azys Lla.

“If things don't work out…. Mom’ll be ok. She met a good man, she’s sailing again, you’d be proud of her.”

She didn’t like hearing her talk like that. Apple had always been brilliant, able to think her way through countless issues and roadblocks.

“I’m scared, Dad.”

The Echo was just an experience of the past, but all the same, the instinct to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder was irresistible. To her surprise, the vision faded, but Apple did not. Instead, she looked back over her shoulder, confused. “Who’s there?”

Ryss shot back into the present, Meya conjuring up a massive spell, a wave of rejuvenating energy washing over everyone. They had regrouped, fighting off summoned blades crashing against them incessantly. Everyone looked hard pressed, breathing heavily, while Death still seemed to be hardy, unfeeling, unflinching. Meya spoke, “are we even hurting this thing?” Ryss nodded, exhaustion in her eyes as she spoke. “I think she’s reaching out to us… we need to hit it, hard.”

Apple lifted herself off the ground, a confused look on her face, now covered in soot and singed with fire. The houseboat’s stove had erupted with flame, and she could see her mother racing down with a large blanket to attempt smother it with. “What the hells d’ya think you’re doing lass, we could have lost yer father all over again!” Lucretzia’s voice was strong, cutting her daughter to her core. “W-what do you mean, lose him again, when did I…? Oh no.. f-father?”

Her dad looked to her with a smile, “whatever is wrong, sea-breeze?”, he asked. As he spoke, his mouth plumed out with smoke, and she saw fire creeping up his legs, slowly engulfing him. His clothes, his hair, his flesh, they quickly caught, spreading to the wood in the room, everything happening so fast. But he kept smiling at her. “Don't mind your mother, Apple. We’re all here together, just like you wanted.”

Everything began to catch, the room, her mother, she was backed up against a wall, unable to push past the intense heat. She felt a hand on her shoulder, looking back to see a whisper of a face before it faded. “H-help.. I need help!” she sank down to her knees, helpless before the flames creeping towards her.

The mask cracked, an ear piercing shriek emanated from the creature as long, shadowy tendrils began to emerge through the small opening. It was made to protect her, but it was failing. She was in pain, and they were causing it. More blades were summoned, many more, some held clutched by shadowy tendrils, while others freely whirled about the creature, all aimed towards her friends. And, in an instant, they all moved at once.

Ryss, Zoissette, and Violet all lept in to meet them, deflecting the heavy blades and slicing, catching a few of the tendrils, actually making purchase and slicing some of the tendrils away. Minti and Riven worked in tandem again slinging spells and Chakram empowered by a fiery dance, passively dodging the scythes being thrown at them. Meya was doing her best to keep everyone protected, in a quick motion, summoning a holy aura to erupt out of her, breaking a group of blades from reaching them. A fiery claw made purchase with Death, staggering its concentration, and the group closed in the distance quickly, a series of slashes, cuts, and elemental spells pelted the entity. The mask cracked slowly breaking apart in the onslaught of attacks before crumbling away altogether, revealing a mass of emptiness where a face should be.

From that dark void, faster than any of them could react, blades of darkness erupted, slicing through air and flesh, catching each of her would be saviors, impaling them and pushing them against the wall. As they reacted to the pain, all of them felt the familiar tugs in their mind, the Echo.

A vision for all. A younger woman, fourteen, maybe fifteen. Face deadened as her mother explained that her father had fallen. The grief turned to focus, her failure to find power. Finding the egi-crystal, enlisting with Gage Acquisitions. Awkward interactions leading to long scientific conversations. Figuring out how to reverse engineer aetheric detectors, bringing home wheelbarrows of parts back to the lab and organizing them. Good dinners, watching everyone talking from the corner of the room, feeling too much a bother to join in.

The light from the First, the secrets, the experiments. The conversation on the beach with Riven, the long nights working on Zoissette’s machine. All the feelings, the acceptance and joy she felt being around them all, the apprehension and worry about getting closer to them, the longing to be a part of it all, not just there.

A voice broke out. “H-help, I need help!”

One by one, they all responded. “We’re here!”

Pinned, hurt, and dazed, they all came to, to the site of a whirling mess of darkness barely contained by ragged robes, dozens of hand scythes drenched in shadow whirled about in a circle above Death. All suddenly hurling towards them. All stopping just inches from their marks before clattering to the ground and dissipating into smoke. Death’s long fingered hands moved to clutch at the center of its unmasked face, and in an echoing shriek, something emerged from the void, piercing through it. A horn, black and orange.

A summoner’s horn.

The tendrils broke free, everyone falling to the ground. Meya grasped at her staff and -slammed- it into the ground, invigorating everyone to -act-. One final push. A swarm of magic and blades, slicing, burning, bludgeoning the mass of emptiness. The creature shrieked painfully as a hand erupted from its torso, and a leg kicked through, downward. Finally, her head emerged, pushing through the void. Apple’s face was more full of fight and intensity than any had seen in it before. Her horn began to glow with pale blue light, which grew in intensity, swirling up towards the roof. With a mighty roar, the Dreadworm himself emerged from the light, collecting a massive amount of aether to smash directly on what was left of Death, battering it into nothingness, Apple briefly screaming in pain at the onslaught. Bahamut abruptly apparated away with the last of her consciousness.

The others saw her, crumpled to the ground, tattered clothes, burn markings and bruises clearly visible on her exposed skin. Her breathing was shallow, barely noticeable. Zoissette reached for her linkshell as Meya rushed to Apple’s unconscious body, “Nyx, release the lockdown, and get Erick to send in a medical evac.” Cutting the link, she sighed deeply.

She was alive. The others moved in closer to assist Meya, worry echoed on every one of their faces.

Alive. That was enough for now.

#apple silverberg #death the summon #ffxiv #summoner

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Barnaby’s having the best day ever (or a terrible nightmare?)

@rudras-and-asuras @healerstail @erickgage

#Final Fantasy XIV #Roegadyn #Hellsguard #Sea Wolf #FemRoe #guildmates #Barnaby Wyznfarr #Diving Hawk #Ryssthota Sundstyrwyn #Dark Autumn

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Title: The Disappearance of Apple Silverberg Characters: Zoissette Vauban, Ryssthota Sundstyrwyn, Apple Silverberg Rating: Teen Summary: Apple's gone missing and there's a killer loose in the Twelveswood. Can Gage Acquisition's very own agent of inquiry crack this case before something horrible happens? Notes: Part of an ongoing series being written by my friend Darlain, base master post here

Ryss frowned. She'd greeted Zoissette when arriving at the workshop before settling down to focus on her latest set of equations, leaving the other woman to her own devices. But then Zoissette had made a beeline for Apple's area in the workshop, which while not against any formal rule, was, at least, kind of rude. She watched her for a few moments as Zoissette ducked down over Apple's desk, beginning to rifle through drawers and picking through various tools.

"What are you doing, Zo?" she asked at last.

"Have you seen Apple?" asked Zoissette.

"No."

"Weird, right?"

Ryss paused, and thought about it for a moment.

"Not really?" she said, finally. "We're adventurers, Zoissette, and Apple likes to go on those long sojourns into secured Allagan territory looking for materials for her work."

"Of course, of course," said Zoissette. She had found some kind of notebook, and was flipping through it quickly.

"...that's Apple's stuff," said Ryss, keeping her tone even. Working in the Assessor's Guild had taught her patience with the queerest of arcanists, and her friend was queerer than most.

"Ignore the last couple of sennights. Where has she been spending most of her time before then?"

"...well, she was helping out taking care of you," said Ryss. Zoissette had been in a bad way after a misadventure in the rift between realms and had needed to be nursed back to health. "And when she was not in the infirmary, she was in here, working on something that'd help you."

"Right. Right! She has been reliably in the same place, for several sennights, up until very suddenly she was not. Did not sign out, did not check with anyone, did not say goodbye to anyone near as I have found out. Wait. Did she say goodbye to you?"

"No..."

"No," echoed Zoissette.

"Zoissette," said Ryss.

"Right. Not to you, not to me, not to anyone else on the science team. Maybe to Y'zel, but he has vanished as well. Though Y'shtola has assured me to not worry about him. Still though. Just suddenly gone. Unusual break in pattern."

Zoissette frowned as she traced her fingers along a few lines in the notebook she had found.

"Have you tried linking to her?" asked Ryss.

"Naturally. You try. Maybe mine got fried during the time in - well. Maybe it got scrambled on some links without me knowing."

Ryss held a hand up to her linkpearl and tried to contact Apple through it, watching as Zoissette began to examine some device Apple had been working on.

The door to the workshop opened, and Yesuntei walked in, followed closely by a Wood Wailer. The linkpearl was making the noise that indicated it could not establish a connection, so Ryss gave up on it and turned to greet the newcomer.

"Visitor for Zoissette," said Yesuntei politely.

Zoissette looked the Wood Wailer over. So did Ryss. Elezen gentleman of some sort, wearing the typical green leather armor of one of their lancers. The very image of a typical member of the forest force.

"Foreseer Vauban?" he asked.

Ryss glanced over and saw Zoissette's forehead crinkle and her eyes flutter as she tried to affect some kind of specific facial expression, what, Ryss did not know. Zoissette gave up and wiped her face with a hand after a moment as she stood up and walked over.

"Not in some time, no."

"But... you are, or were, her, yes?"

Zoissette nodded, and he continued. "Ah, blessings of the elementals upon us all today. We've heard about your prowess for investigation, and you come highly recommended. Now, I know Gridania is a different sort of place, but I rather suspect we're dealing with a different sort of problem that's beyond my people just now. We think we may have a killer on the loose. I was hoping that we'd be able to hire your services as an adventurer to come take a look."

Zoissette looked over at Ryss, who shrugged in response, then back to the Wood Wailer.

"Begging your pardon, but I have no idea how I would have gathered such a reputation. Having said that, Gage Acquisitions does offer several adventurer hiring packages, and... uhm..."

She looked over at Ryss.

"...and, uhm, you will need to work through Ryss for them."

Ryss grinned at the man.

"Ah, but I was rather hoping for your attention, Foreseer Vauban."

"And you will have it," said Zoissette. Ryss watched as she tucked several things of Apple's away, from notebooks to tools to a device that she did not recognize. "However, contracts will need to go through her, as I am currently, uhm-"

"She's currently working on a project under me!" said Ryss, covering for her awkward friend.

The Wood Wailer did not look very certain at that, but he nodded.

"Yesuntei, kindly make the arrangements, if you would, I'm sure we can both spare the Wailers some of our time." Ryssthota continued.

"Certainly," the Au Ra said, gesturing at the Wood Wailer. He held his arms parallel to each other in front of him in the salute that was particular to Gridania, and then followed Yesuntei out.

"The game's afoot?" said Ryss.

"What game?" asked Zoissette, blinking at her. Ryss just laughed as she closed up her book, and went to grab her hat.

It was many bells and a couple of corpses later. The Wood Wailers had signed them on to the job officially, and had escorted them, first to look at the body of a man found in town, then to the body of a ziz whose injuries bore a striking resemblance to those of the man. Both sites were grisly, telling similar tales. Both bodies had been maimed, each looking as though they had been attacked with some kind of large bladed weapon or weapons.

As they had travelled, the Wood Wailers had shared the stories of similar incidents throughout the Twelveswood. Other bodies had been found over the intervening moons before hand. Many but not all of them were Spoken, and the Wood Wailers had found the bodies of both man and beastkin that had shown similar signs of mutilation, and brought these stories to the attention of the investigation as well.

Zoissette had not spoken much, and so Ryss had been left to ask questions. Where the bodies had been found, who had last seen them, anyone who might have talked to the victims before they died, things of that nature. Zoissette had mostly walked around and looked and taken notes, every once in a while reaching up to try to tap the rim of her glasses, which she of course did not have, and often winding up just thwapping herself in the nose instead.

It might have been funny if not for the circumstances.

Ryss wandered up to her as she was crouched, sprinkling some arcane powder over the site, and watching as its color shifted. Ryss crossed her arms and frowned, looking out into the forest. Nearby, Meya was looking up into the forest canopy, her eyes half-lidded. Zoissette had asked for her to help. As a Hearer, her ability to commune with the elementals might provide information they otherwise would not be privy to. As Zoissette examined the drifts of the arcane powder, Meya lowered her staff, apparently having finished communing with the spirits.

"The elementals are cautiously calm, and are not very upset on the matter," she declared. "Whatever it is, it is not unduly balancing the wood. They are unable to tell us who or what is behind these attacks, but they do know it is the same entity for both. Given some time to visit the other sites, they may be able to tell me more about the other similar scenes that the Wood Wailers report have occurred elsewhere in the Twelveswood. They say we are dealing with a creature of significant depth - I think maybe they are talking about its aether? - but not one they see as a threat to the woods as a whole."

Ryss nodded thoughtfully while Zoissette scribbled some notes.

"Almost want to say we have some kind of vengeful vigilante sort out here. None of the victims were well liked. Hells, other than the one drunkard actually found in town, none of them are even part of what I would call civilization," said Ryss.

"If so, it is an outsider of some sort pursuing what they see as justice," said Zoissette thoughtfully. "Gridanians are insular. In many ways worse than my own people. Think about it. They have a poaching and bandit problem, sure, but everyone knows everyone else here, usually with pretty small degrees of separation. This is not Limsa Lominsa, where a lone killer might have it out for a rival pirate crew, or Ul'dah where they're spread out and family lines are weaker. No, if you kill a bandit in Gridania, you are very likely killing someone's brother or sister."

"Oh. And that could mean bad blood between neighbors."

Zoissette looked thoughtful. "Right! But I do not think this is that. If vigilantism or some gesture at misguided justice, why bother with the beastkin, then?"

"I was wonderin' that. Killer got hungry, perhaps?"

"Too much meat left behind for that, and the Wailers pointed out that no body found yet has been even so little as field stripped. Consider the patterns we do have. The fact that the bodies are completely undressed leaves out poachers or hunters. They would want to harvest at least some of the material from the beastkin, leather, meat, useful bones and organs. I think we can also rule out a vigilante. A vigilante would not bother with killing beastkin. And further I think they would leave the bodies somewhere more conspicuous if they wanted to send a message."

"More conspicuous? The bodies are plenty obvious."

"Obvious, to be certain! No effort was made to display them, but also, no effort was made to hide them, either. The killer did not care if they were found. A vigilante, I would think, would either want to hide their tracks, so that they could get away with their grisly task for as long as they possibly could, or so as not to tip their hand as to what they are up to. Or, or! Or they would display the bodies prominently, so as to send a message."

Ryss looked thoughtful for a moment. "...but our killer has done neither. I noticed that myself. The bodies weren't moved at all. No drag marks. Just left to drop where they were killed."

Zoissette nodded.

Ryss returned the gesture. "That rules out the easy options, and explains why the Wailers are hiring outside help."

"It does. We have a few more left, however. Our killer left behind meat, but that does not mean they did not feed."

Zoissette gestured at the thin coloring of the arcanist powder she had spread as it drifted through the air. Ryss looked at it thoughtfully.

"Aetherical signatures?"

Zoissette nodded. "I used this powder in some investigations in Mor Dhona, and have made some adjustments to its capabilities. Like you say, normally it is useful for seeing someone's aetheric signature. I wanted to see if perhaps we could get a read on any spell work that had been used - if nothing else, we might be able to match it to a known spell caster, should we ever get any potential suspects. But, look - I will want to go back to the workshop and get a set of goggles from Sharlayan to confirm it, but there is more to aether than just its signature. There is also its density."

Ryss crossed her arms, and frowned.

Zoissette reached up for her glasses rim again, and again wound up just thwapping her nose. She did not seem to notice, however, and Ryss thought she caught a glint of purple in Zoissette's otherwise brown eyes.

"And each of our victims has an unusually low aetheric density."

"Uhm. Are... you sure about that, Zo?"

"Like I said. I would like to confirm that with equipment from the workshop. Or perhaps Meya's invisible friends can weigh in?"

"I can ask," said Meya, who had patiently been listening the entire time.

"Please do so. And check in with the other sites. Say, do the elementals have a concept of time?"

"Sort of," said Meya. "Or at least, enough for us to get impressions. They do experience time, just a little different from us, but similar enough. Why do you ask?"

"Hmn," said Zoissette. "See if you can get a sense of when each of the attacks occurred. Little interested in time of day. Very interested in calendar dates. Approximations will be fine, I do not expect them to know what a calendar is, but surely they can approximate the number of times the sun has gone past since an event happened?"

Meya nodded slowly. "I... think I can manage that. I will need some time. This is neither fast nor simple."

Ryss just looked at Zoissette oddly as the other woman stood up and stretched her back.

"I believe you have it. Thank you, Meya. Meet us back at the workshop?"

Meya nodded, and moved off. Ryss walked over to look over Zoissette's shoulder, to see that she was tracing a finger over dates she'd written down, of when each of the bodies had been found. Ryss frowned lightly.

"I don't see a pattern," she said.

"Of course not," murmured Zoissette. She tapped the dates each. They were the days on which the Wood Wailers had found one of the grisly scenes, including the most recent one. "How long do you think a body lasts out in the Twelveswood before scavengers get to it? Three days at most, you think?"

"Sure?"

Zoissette nodded, and flipped over to a calendar, in which she made marks on each of the dates, along with little red marks three days behind each of them.

"So that means it is entirely possible that a body would be gone before a Wailer patrol could find it and identify it. Consider also - they have told us of the bodies they found matching the pattern we see here with these two, the ziz and the man. But they will not always be able to identify a body as matching that pattern if the scavengers do get to it first. Lot of death in nature."

Zoissette thoughtfully made some more marks.

"I suspect Meya may be able to confirm this... but look. There is no pattern, but if you put a few additional data points in - one emerges. I think Meya is like to confirm this."

Zoissette handed the notes to Ryss, and Ryss looked. With Zoissette's additional marks, a pattern did emerge.

A semi-regular schedule. About once a month, an attack occurred, rarely more than a few days off in either direction.

Ryss quirked an eyebrow, and looked at Zoissette, but Zoissette just shook her head.

"Probably nothing for now. Just keep it in mind as we gather more evidence."

Ryss looked at the body. "So what are you thinking, then? A voidsent?"

Zoissette frowned lightly. "I am not sure. It would fit, except that voidsent, while common in the Great Wood, are generally not so messy. This speaks to a powerful voidsent, if it is."

"Right," said Ryss, thinking back to what they had already found. "Yeah, most of the places where it looked to be a fight, wasn't much of a one. Doesn't look like anybody even had much of a chance to run."

"Which is unusual. Consider. How could a voidsent get that powerful and go unnoticed? And most voidsent that are that powerful will want to continue to go unnoticed, lest people like us get called in to deal with them. Or if it is not that smart, why is the last site from over a sennight ago, then? Did it suddenly get shy?"

"A period of terror, then a sudden stop," said Ryss, thoughtfully. "Maybe somebody dealt with it already. Or maybe the conditions were good for it to be here, then suddenly they weren't."

"Maybe," said Zoissette, sounding doubtful. "Well, there is little more for us to learn out here, I think. Can I ask you to verify that aetheric density theory of mine?"

"Sure thing," said Ryss. "What are you going to do in the meantime?"

Zoissette tucked her equipment away. "I am going to go visit Apple. Last I was aware, her houseboat had an aetheryte on it."

Ryss fixed Zoi with a long look. "This isn't the first time she's dashed off to chase some Allagan ruin rumor without notice. But you're fixating. Why?"

Zoissette looked away, worry clearly written on her face. Ryss rested a hand on her shoulder.

"...I want to give her my thanks for looking over me," said Zoissette, quietly. "And I am worried about her. Is this not just like what happened to me? Everyone just assumed I was fine until suddenly I was gone and it was obvious I was not. And maybe this is better than sitting on my own thoughts too long and too much. Again."

Ryss took in a deep breath, and nodded. "...yeah. Okay. You're right. Wait up and let me take those readings first and I'll go with you. Maybe it's all these bodies making me nervous, but I'm starting to get worried too."

Zoissette looked up at her and smiled. "Thanks, Ryss."

"Don't mention it. Or do. Preferably when someone asks about it for my next performance review."

Zoissette gave as short laugh, and Ryss grinned at her.

It did not take Ryss long to confirm Zoissette's theory. She was not sure how Zoissette knew, but examining each of the bodies with the Sharlayan aetheric goggles had confirmed what she had said. The aether of each of the bodies was far thinner than it should have been, even beyond the usual veil of death. They had been drained, and for what, she did not know. And despite what Zoissette had said, she still rather suspected a voidsent.

Something large, with claws like blades.

She met Meya back at Headquarters. The woman was all smiles, despite the grimness of her task.

"The elementals were cooperative. I was only able to get vague impressions from them, but the same thing has been in the Twelveswood before, and is responsible for the bodies found. And a few others aside. They cannot describe it to me, but it is distinct to them. They're a little worried about it, but not very, not yet - not enough to take action. I hope we're catching it before it becomes a problem."

Ryss nodded as Meya handed her a sheet of paper. "And here's the dates of the other attacks, as near as I could manage. The way they describe time is different than how we experience it, but it's like we like to say amongst the Hearers - the land has a long memory."

Ryss nodded, and checked over the dates.

"Huh," she said. "She was right. There was a pattern."

Meya nodded thoughtfully. And then tilted her head up at Ryss. "How is she holding up? After the breakup?"

Ryss blinked.

"She hasn't said anything about that."

"Oh. Oh! Uhm. She kind of just blurted it out when we were speaking earlier, but if she hasn't brought it up with you, then maybe nevermind then."

Ryss just groaned, and Meya patted her on the shoulder.

"Well, look after her, will you?" said Meya.

"Of course," said Ryss, rubbing at her head.

Well, at least Zoissette had found an arguably healthy outlet for her anxieties this time, she supposed.

She and Zoissette arrived at the houseboat in the same teleportation spell, Ryss taking the lead so as not to tax Zoissette's anima. The teleportation energies dissipated around them both and the world faded in rapidly as they arrived on Apple's houseboat.

Odd. This was not where Apple usually docked it.

Zoissette was off, quickly. Ryss kept a careful eye on her as she and Ryss took several moments to wordlessly walk around the top deck. The houseboat was moored, but had been abandoned for some time. The hatches were all battened down, and the windows and front door had all been warded and secured quite firmly.

"Guess she's not here," said Ryss.

"And did not expect to return," said Zoissette. "Examine the wards again."

Ryss looked at them carefully, this time paying more attention to the arcanima techniques that had been used to make them.

"...huh," she said. "No, I see what you mean. Static, shouldn't need maintenance for a while, and with a secondary arcanima array makin' sure they keep aether stable without needing more crystals than were used to bring them up in the first place."

"And the rest of the ship - you worked in the Maelstrom, same as me. Look at how the mooring lines have been done, the hatches, and the bilge overflow lineup."

Ryss checked again. Everything had been set to stay, rather than a more convenient setup that would make more sense for docking if the owner had, in fact, intended to come back.

"...this is more than just a gone-for-holiday setup," said Ryss.

"Indeed. I suspect you have rarely seen this setup; I know I have only seen it once or twice. This boat has been abandoned in place. Getting it properly seaworthy again would take bells, but with this setup, it will float for moons, possibly even summers, assuming a storm does not smash it."

Ryss put her hands on her hips and scanned the water, frowning as she thought. "Why the hells would she do such a thing?"

Zoissette just made a noncommittal noise, and Ryss turned to see the woman crouched down, fiddling with the front door.

"We can't break in just because we're worried," Ryss protested.

"No?" said Zoissette.

"Zoissette."

Zoissette sighed, and stopped what she was doing.

"Come on. Even if we're worried, there are other things we can do before we break into her house. Ask one of the spies to look into it. Ioh, Iyna, Nyx, they're all good at tracking people down."

Zoissette was quiet for a moment. Ryss decided now was as good a time as ever to bring it up.

"Dumped Mathye, eh?"

"This is not about that," Zoissette protested. Then she sighed. "...but yes," she admitted, letting her shoulders sag a bit as she leaned against the door.

"Better than stringing him along when you know it ain't happening. Chase your bliss, girl!" said Ryss.

Zoissette let out a breath. "Okay. Yes. I know it was the right thing to do. But it hurts. And he is hurting. And everything hurts. And I did not want to hurt him but I did and right now I would rather stay focused on Apple and hope she is okay."

Ryss nodded, and patted Zoissette on the shoulder. "It was a clean break. Nothing wrong with that. Clean wounds heal properly."

Zoissette blinked a few times at that, and a quizzical kind of frown crossed her face, as her eyes darted back and forth as she thought before she looked up at Ryssthota.

"...that is not a perspective I had considered," she said. "You are right."

Zoissette turned her attention back to the door, took a deep breath in, and let it out slow, her stance strengthening once more.

She was going to be alright.

"Atta girl. Now let's see-"

Ryss stopped suddenly. Zoissette was no longer fiddling with the door, but had been leaning against it, apparently resting her hand rather heavily on its latch. Apparently, because it was hard to say what she had thought she saw happened.

She was fair certain Zoissette's arm had faded and gone through the door for a moment.

She was not sure though, because in the next instant, the door had suddenly opened, and Zoissette had fallen into the houseboat.

"Zo!"

"I'm alright! I am alright! Sorry, just - startled."

Ryss rushed over and looked in to see Zoissette sprawled out on the floor, looking around the place and blinking owlishly.

"What the hells just happened? Zo, what'd you do?"

"I did not do anything! The door must have opened from the inside."

Ryss leaned over and looked around inside carefully, her mind starting to reach for Glitterdust to summon the fairy. If there was anyone inside, and they were not Apple, she intended to meet them with axe and magic.

But as she looked, there was no movement, no noise, no nothing. Just Zoissette starting to pick herself up off the floor, and Ryss herself.

"Well, since we are in here anyroad," said Zoissette.

"...right," said Ryss.

They took a bell to search the houseboat. It did not particularly need to take that long, as the houseboat was not all that large, as houseboats often were not, but they were thorough, checking under things, in the overhead, behind every stick of furniture and in every drawer. Zoissette found some notes of Apple's quickly and had split her attention between reading them and helping search.

Zoissette's focus was different, now. Less frenetic, now. Ryss was pleased at the change, as she went to confirm what they had already learned from the outside.

Namely, that the houseboat had been set to be abandoned in place. None of its equipment was set up for sailing, ceruleum had been drained, pipe systems had valve lineups set up for abandonment, wards set, everything locked, tied down, or otherwise secured.

"Nobody's here," said Ryss at last.

"And has not been in some time," agreed Zoissette. She was fiddling with one of Apple's drawers, using the arcane powder again. Whatever she saw caused her to frown.

"Find something?"

"...nothing that I want to say is conclusive," said Zoissette. "The bottom of this drawer has an arcane seal though. Fiendishly complicated.

"...wish I had Lavender," she murmured softly.

"I have Glitterdust," offered Ryss.

"Glitterdust is more frontline combat oriented. Lavender and I had advanced cryptographic arithmetics, since we delved deep into Nym research data. Wait. Hang on."

Zoissette pulled out the familiar arcanist's quill and inks, reaching into the drawer, beginning to draw geometries. Her eyes had that odd purple glow to them again, this time Ryss was certain of it.

"I might remember enough to do this without her," Zoissette was murmering quietly. Ryss wanted to ask her about the glow, but also did not want to break her concentration.

"There!" said Zoissette, doing something Ryss could not see, but a moment later she came up with journals. She flipped one open to read it.

"Zoi?" asked Ryss.

"Diaries," said Zoissette. "Here. I do not want to pry into her personal life overmuch, but..."

Zoissette gestured for Ryss to get closer, and then waved a hand at the little arcane powder that was left in the drawer.

"...no," said Ryss.

Zoissette nodded. "It is not identical, but there are too many similarities to discount, between the patterns and colors. Here. Let me try again. Go test some on her wards."

Zoissette handed a small pouch of the arcane powder to Ryss. Ryss nodded, and quickly began testing it on various wards around Apple's home. Questions about Zoissette's oddness could wait.

The results were quick and obvious. Ryss returned to Zoissette, who had begun reading through the diaries.

"Signature is close to the one we found in the Twelveswood," said Ryss.

"Aspects are slightly different, but the baseline is the same," agreed Zoissette. "Did you know she was working on a method of restoring my aetheric density?"

"I knew she was working on something to help you. I wasn't able to keep up with what. I was trying to tend to and repair the laboratory."

"And her diary entries talk about a condition she has," said Zoissette, softly. "The need to hunt animals. About once a month. She shifted to Azys Lla at some point to handle it."

Zoissette handed the journals to Ryss, who took them and looked through them cautiously. Zoissette had a haunted expression on her face.

"She has a research lab in Azys Lla," said Ryss. "We helped her set it up. Maybe she's just working on something else to help?"

Zoissette frowned, then shook her head, slowly.

"I think something has gone very wrong."

"Do we go after her, then?"

"Absolutely," said Zoissette. Then a moment later, more forcefully, "Yes. Yes, absolutely. Contact Erick or Dark. Whoever answers, let them know we might need a full team. Mix of heavy assault, assault picket, and support, two squads worth. While he works on that, we need to find her. I am going to contact Nyx and Klynt. We will go in as a light search and rescue party to begin with, see if we can find her."

"What do you think has happened?" asked Ryss, as her hand went to her linkpearl.

"I dare not speculate without more evidence," said Zoissette. She opened her mouth as if to say more, then shook her head, and she began placing her own linkpearl calls.

~*~

It was scarcely a bell later, and they were walking across the unusual landscape of Azys Lla, heading towards Apple's laboratory. Ryss was careful as she walked along, keeping an eye out, axe in her hands. She had not summoned Glitterdust - not yet - but the stone that held the little fairy was tucked into a pocket. Klynt was with her, with her long and deadly naginata on her back. Zoissette had her gunblade and was leading the way with Nyx, who had elected to serve as their spellcaster.

She saw Zoissette headtilt just a little at the same time one of Nyx's ears twitched and rotated, and both of them snapped to turn their gaze to the same place at the same time. Ryss and Klynt stopped and settled into a fighting stance, Klynt watching the other direction while Ryss tried to see whatever it was the other two had seen.

"Unknown contact, rank four aetheric signature, indeterminate nature, one hundred and fifty yalms at two hundred and eighty five by minus fourteen," said Nyx in their characteristic monotone. "Line of sight broken. Contact lost."

Ryss murmured to Zoissette, "Did you see it?"

Zoissette shook her head. "I - I am not sure what I saw. Nothing, possibly. Quickly, let us get to the lab - I want to use the arcane powder there, and see if Nyx can determine anything from the signature."

"Right," said Ryss. The party was quick to hurry on to Apple's lab. Periodically Zoissette would look around, as though she had caught sight of something, Nyx's ear twitching often at the same time, but Zoissette would only shake her head and ignore whatever it was as they continued on.

At Apple's lab, Klynt and Zoissette took to watching the perimeter while Ryss sprinkled the arcane powder on some of Apple's experiments. She watched as the colours and patterns fell out of the swirling dust.

"Same as we saw on the houseboat and in the Twelveswood," she called over to Zoissette.

"Nyx, compare and cross reference to the contact, and report," called back Zoissette.

Nyx stared for a few moments before responding.

"Signature patterns recognized. Match with limited data from unknown contact at thirty-two percent confidence," said Nyx.

"Is that high or low?" asked Ryss.

"Hard to say," said Zoissette, coming closer. "Nyx has senses neither you nor I possess, but Azys Lla interferes with them."

"I will be able to use this data to assist in locating the entity using the Azys Lla facility sensors once I am able to interface with a command and control station," said Nyx.

"I don't like this," mumbled Klynt. "Bad feeling on the wind."

Ryss frowned and looked out over the landscape.

"Alright. Let us move quickly, then. Nyx, lead us to the nearest station. I want to try to avoid contact with the entity until we have secured that station. And avoid the local life forms for now - they are additional trouble we can do without," said Zoissette.

The group all nodded, and moved efficiently as one. Azys Lla was a dim place, some aspect of the facility always generating a thick cloud that obscured it from the outside and gave it a dark foreboding haze. Strange plants grew from the ground and stranger creatures wandered its spaces, and yet, despite that, the place somehow felt lifeless. Or worse, faintly malevolent, as though it would snuff any life that fell short of its unreasonably lethal expectations.

The command and control station was a simple dome like structure, one of many that could be found scattered sparsely across Azys Lla. Inside was the usual array of floating spherical or egg-shaped drones and computing systems with their odd array of perfectly straight lines and sharp angles, walls made of unknown alloys, and an atmosphere that was dry and slightly uncomfortably warm.

Klynt stood near the entrance, watching the outside with a baleful eye. Ryss crossed her arms and leaned against a wall to wait while Zoissette slowly paced and looked around the space. Nyx walked to one of the consoles with its half sphere control interface and placed her hands upon it. It came to life with glowing lights and a gentle hum, and Nyx picked at several of the holographic displays.

"Acquiring access privileges. Taking local control. Subsuming protocols. Entering direct mode," said Nyx, who then suddenly locked up and went stiff while standing at the console.

"Uhm," said Ryss.

"Control established," said Nyx, only their voice did not come from their body, but rather, from the facility itself. "Scanning."

"That is passing weird," said Ryss, and Klynt barked a laugh.

"You get used to them," said Zoissette.

"Vauban. I am activating a map on one of the monitors. I believe I have located the entity, as well as secondary evidence to suggest what areas they have been frequenting."

Zoissette walked over to the monitor to look, tapping a finger to her lips. Ryss hovered behind them.

"Nyx. That building. It has multiple entrances. Can you secure them?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I have a plan," said Zoissette, turning to Ryss. "Klynt, you will stay here, protect the control room and protect Nyx. Her control of the security systems in this sector is paramount. Nyx, secure the two entrances I am about to highlight, leave these other two open. We go in, and confirm that the entity is there. Once confirmed, we close the entrance we came in, and make for the other one - have Dark bring the airship to a landing nearby and meet us there, but have her stay onboard, ready to bug out should this go poorly. I suspect that whatever it is may be intelligent - let it think it has trapped us. We stall it until the team arrives to give us backup, then mount a counter offensive."

Ryss looked at Zoissette. "...risky." She did not bother to point out that Zoissette was, arguably, still in recovery.

Zoissette shook her head. "We got lucky to catch up to her here. We cannot risk letting her get loose and run elsewhere. We may not be able to predict her future movements."

Ryss frowned, but after a moment, nodded.

"Good luck," said Klynt.

Dark was raised on the comms, and Ryss and Zoissette made their way carefully to one of the large abandoned specimen rooms where Nyx had thought the entity to be. Now, Ryss had Glitterdust summoned, and the little fairy flitted along with them. All of them kept an eye out as they approached the entrance to the underground Allagan facility. Ryss noted that Zoissette was no longer glancing off at things she could not see.

If the entity had been keeping an eye on them, it may have retreated and was no longer watching them closely, she surmised.

The inside of the specimen facility was dark and quiet. Large tubes made of transparent green glass, none of them intact, were scattered throughout the place. Many of them still had some kind of bioluminescent liquid in the bottom that glowed faintly in a way that somehow made it harder to see, the light casting confusing shadows and being too dim to provide guidance but also too bright for the eye to adapt to a natural night vision. Ryss and Zoissette swept their gazes about, as they slowly made their way in between gutted consoles and the detritus of a fallen civilization.

"How certain are we about Nyx's analysis?" asked Ryss quietly.

"Reasonably," responded Zoissette. "Even if you ignore their expanded repertoire of senses, did you see the highlights on the map? The system has been tracking unusual activity. Something has been acting as a predator. A newer one than the - hmn?"

Zoissette suddenly spun in place, and Ryss glanced over at her.

"...I think I see it too," said Zoissette.

Ryss felt a sudden pulse of alarm from Glitterdust. Before she could say anything, though, Zoissette had shoved her to one side, and a blade whipped through the darkness, neatly through the area they had once been. It retracted just as fast, with a whip-snap motion that was hard to track.

She felt resolve from Glitterdust. That would not be allowed to happen again. But they were still in the dark, still just the two of them, and this was the part of the plan where they ran. She quickly looked around to try to find Zoissette, and was surprised to see her friend already a good distance away, gunblade up, facing where the blade had come from, and waiting for Ryss.

"Come on! Time to go!" said Zoissette.

Ryss was not at all sure how Zoissette had crossed the distance so fast, but the time for questions could come later. She quickly ran to catch up to her, a hand going to her linkpearl as she moved.

"Nyx, lock the place down," said Ryss. "Where's the other team?"

Nyx's voice came back, flat and calm as doldrums on the sea. "They have landed and are making their entrance now. Locking area down."

Zoissette waited for Ryss, waiting for another attack. Another blade whipped out, and she was quick to deflect it with her gunblade, away from them, grunting with the exertion of doing so. Ryss ran past her, and she turned and followed quickly.

There was an unsettling sound behind them, like a dozen dozen blades all being run across a dozen dozen whetstones, sharpening, honing their edges to fine lethality.

Ryss decided she would prefer to not find out exactly how sharp without catching up to the group first and making sure they would be safe. She felt a heat in her chest, as Glitterdust began to pour aether into her, quicking her heart and strengthening her arm.

She was a Nymian Marine, and when they met the group, she would be ready to make her stand.

The team Erick and Dark had assembled was waiting. Ryss knew them well. Meya, a relief, an experienced healer she trusted. Riven, master of elements, who would be able to bring significant power to bear. Minti in a dancer's outfit, sure to be fast and nimble, welcome supporting fire and flamboyant distractions to hopefully dazzle the entity with. Violet, well, Violet was a bit of a wild card, but reliable in her own way.

Ryss turned, axe out. Glitterdust hovered nearby.

"Okay, stick to the plan, but be careful, do not go in full hard" said Zoissette. "I have a hunch-"

There was that sound again. Ryss found it to be uncomfortably close.

"Maybe we can save full explanations for later," said Ryss.

"Right," said Zoissette. "Heavies, to the front, keep the entity pinned down, but be prepared to fade back quickly to protect support. Picket, go for targets of opportunity and soft spots, but most importantly, keep yourselves safe, hit and fade. Support, stand back and keep us alive."

Zoissette snapped two cartridges into her gunblade and readied it as Violet came to stand on one side of Ryss and Zoissette stood on the other.

"Prepare for contact."

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Closer to You

Chapter 2 Characters: Natus Obinata, Leonnioux Ouraux, @driftward 's Zoisstte Vauban, @erickgage 's Ryssthota Sundstywy, Silent Coeurl and Pouncing Coeurl, Y'shtola Rhul Rating: T for angsT Notes: Death of a Character, Experiencing pain

“More tea? I brewed our imported Hingashi blend just for you.”

Natsu looked up as Pouncing Coeurl refilled her cup for her, not giving her a real chance to object. She'd tuned out at some point to the conversation happening about her between Zoissette and Ryssthota. Across from her Y'shtola slid her cup toward the Roegadyn woman uttering a small thanks while beside her, her Elezen girlfriend carefully dropped two cubes into the drink without breaking her attention from the conversation at hand.

“Thank you. You didn't need to make me anything special though,” Natsu said timidly, stirring her tea.

“It was no problem, dear. Y'zel is particularly fond of that blend so I've kept it on hand for a while.”

“He is? I didn't know…”

Pouncing gently put her hand on her shoulder, offering a soft smile, “I'm sure we'll see him soon.”

Natsu gave a weak smile back before the woman wandered back toward the kitchens. Y'shtola remained quiet, blowing cautiously at her tea. Frowning, Natsu shifted lightly and gathered courage to ask a question.

“Lady Archon, aren’t you a bit more concerned for the well being of your Cousin?”

“What cause do I have to be? This isn't the first time he's gone missing for an extended period of time. He will turn up, eventually. No doubt in trouble.”

“Isn't that all the more reason to start looking for him? Should he be in danger…”

“As I understand it, his duties are still being fulfilled. That means he's around in some capacity. Being elusive is not a cause for concern, as annoying as it is.”

Natsu lowered her head, turning her cup in her hand, “Could it be that he just does not care to meet me?”

Y'shtola pursed her lips as she stopped herself from taking another sip. Her ear flicked, but before she could answer Zoissette leaned into the conversation.

“Zel has a rather extensive family and has been quick to welcome others into that sphere. I can almost guarantee you that it is nothing personal. And while Sht…er, the Lady Archon is used to his antics, we are a little bit concerned and have been looking out for him.”

Natsu smiled toward Zoissette, giving the slightest of nods before withdrawing from conversation again to nurse her tea. Occasionally she'd give a glance toward the Archon, catching her intense aetheric gaze. As the lunch conversation turned to business, Natsu’s attention was pulled into taking notes for what would be needed for their next subnautical expedition, leaving Y'shtola to quietly excuse herself and return a bit later, staggering a bit as she tried to return to the booth.

“Are you alright?” Zoissette swiftly asked.

“Yes, of course. I just need a bit more rest.”

Natsu watched as Zoissette hesitated to leave her be, but ultimately returned to their list. Once settled, Ryssthota clapped her hands together and looked to her with glee, “Excellent! We shall have that map completed yet. Now, be sure to give Silent a copy of that to distribute to our gatherers and then see Dark tomorrow about an allowance for you to commission the more readily available materials from the Alliance vendors.”

“Understood,” Natsu nodded, tearing out a copy of her notes before packing up the rest of her things into her purse then standing up to bow, “thank you for lunch.”

With that, she made her way to the reception desk, to drop off the list as instructed before looking up to Silent with a smile. “I am covering the front desk for Pouncing’s birthday correct? Are you sure you don't want to take another day? You deserve to take a break and I'm sure she'd enjoy another day on the island.”

“I am sure my sister will have her fill of me after two days on Mr. Gage’s Island. Do not worry, I will have plenty of rest,” he answered warmly.

“If you're sure…,” Natsu trailed before turning to head down the hall.

Arriving at Y'zel and Leon’s apartment, she paused to rest her head against the door. It had become a little ritual, offering a little prayer that she might find Y'zel on the other side. As her head and hands made contact with the door, she jumped back and let out a yelp.

The door was cold to the touch, so much so that she'd felt it through her gloves. Worried, she heated up the knob with her palm, wincing as the cold stung her before forcing the door in. A wave of cold fog poured from the door, exposing the iced over hallway inside. Cautiously, she entered.

“L-Leon?”

No response sounded. She braced herself on the wall as she moved forward into the long hallway, the fire ahead reduced to weak embers that did little to illuminate the room.

“Y'zel…? Brother?”

Silence. Rounding into the main room she spotted a shadowy figure sitting on the sectional. Summoning her focus, she let it pulse out a light. Leon's angular face soon came into view, looking peaceful as if asleep. Relief washed over her as she found him, but as the light trailed downward her eyes widened. A knife stuck had been through his heart, the blood around it frozen over.

Natsu stepped back, slipping on the icey floor. She began to violently shake as she let her focus fall to the floor. Her eyes swelled with tears and as soon as she was able to breathe she let out a piercing scream.

After was a blur. People coming and going. The room was soon lit up and a blanket put around her. As the shock started to wear off she found herself propped up against the wall with Pouncing’s arm around her, holding onto a warm cup of chocolate. Eyes trailing back up, she found Zoissette and Y'shtola standing over the body, looking up at the wall, though the Archon was staring off elsewhere as she lightly clung to her partner. Above Leon's blood had been used to write: “You're Welcome Praxithius.”

“Are you with us dear,” Pouncing asked.

“I-I think so,” Natsu whimpered.

As she started to sit up properly a Hyur woman squat down in front of her, glowering a bit, “Can you explain what happened here?”

“I…I came in and found him like this in the dark…”

“Seriously? That's all? Of fucking course,” the woman huffed, standing back up, hands on her hips.

“She is only now coming around. Give her time Violet,” Pouncing scolded.

Violet merely crossed her arms, looking back toward Leon, “I can't reach him with my Echo. Every minute wasted is another in the killer’s favor. “

“I think…er, everyone needs to calm down. There is little chance that this was a random act of violence given that this happened in private quarters in a well monitored building. We are at a disadvantage with Nyx being away with U'rahn; however, Silent Coeurl keeps a rather astute eye out for those coming and going,” Zoisette said, looking to Pouncing.

“It's true. My brother keeps a log just in case there are personnel inquiries.”

Natsu looked around worried, “But anyone could just use the aetheryte!”

“Yes and no,” Y'shtola answered, rapping her fist on her cheek, “Anyone could leave easily; however, you can not simply teleport into someone's estate. Most are warded to put you at the edge of a given property. Our assailant would have had to have already been in the building or have passed the front desk. Given that it is early afternoon, that would severely limit the pool of suspects to those who passed through and had access to this room. At present, aside from Silent Coeurl, that would be myself, Zoissette, Natsu, and Pouncing.

“And Y'zel,” Violet added, “Conspicuously absent. And Ryssthota was at lunch with you was she not?”

“Yes; however, she was present at lunch when Natsu joined us and left to the workshop after. So she’s accounted for. Now,before we get ahead of ourselves, we should summon Silent Coeurl here,” Zoissette said, trying to get control over the room.

“I'll get him, given that I'm the only one not on the suspect list,” Violet huffed, waving them off as she sauntered away, “Don't leave this room.”

Natsu sniffed, getting to her feet with a little help by Pouncing. “I don't understand. Wh-who would do this? How are you so calm?”

“I’m no stranger to mystery and Zoissette is possibly the most level-headed woman in Eorzea. Well, on most days anyway,” Y'shtola answered without missing a beat.

“Y'shtola! Please,” Zoissette scolded before looking down to Natsu, “Solving things in house allows us to operate without being noticed.

“Mr. Gage is the largest employer of those blessed by the Echo, and partnered with the Scions. We don't want the wrong kind of attention, especially when the collective membership could easily take down a Grand Company with little effort,”

Natsu’s eyes widened, having not given it much thought. “Blessed,” she repeated, looking at her gloved hands quietly as Violet wandered in with Silent Coeurl in tow.

“A mixed blessing anyhow,” Violet scoffed.

“Lord Ouraux…,” the man said, looking down at the body before hanging his head.

“Alright, you've seen him for yourself. Now out with it. Who came through here,” Violet demanded.

“Many people since this morning,” he answered.

“He was still alive just before I left for lunch,” Natsu interjected.

“Then that narrows it down quite considerably. I regret to say that is limited to those of us in this room.”

Y'shtola frowned, returning to rapping her first on her cheek as she looked at Natsu. The Auri girl backed into Pouncing, feeling all eyes on her. “And I am to be your prime suspect?”

Silent Coeurl didn't answer, looking over Leon while Violet tutted. “You were the last to see him alive and the one who alerted us. You could have very well used your time at lunch to create an alibi for yourself.”

“I didn't! I swear to the Kami it wasn't me,” Natsu protested.

Violet crossed her arms, “Coeurl, who were the others who went past.”

“Well, it was rather quiet until the Lady Archon passed through toward the end of their luncheon. She seemed to be…less than graceful in her steps. I thought something was amiss, but at the time I felt it wasn't my place to interject.”

“Oh? Do you think I've taken up day drinking with the lull of pending calamities?”

“I would never dare to presume, madam.”

Y'shtola let out a small hum of amusement, “So, you'd posit, instead of Natsu, I drunkenly stumbled my way into here, stabbed poor Leon, iced over the place, and returned to lunch? I can assure you I am innocent. I've been resting my eyes, and as such, have allowed myself to wander around blind for a good portion of the day.”

“It is unlikely, but it could very well have been an act,” Violet pointed out, “Y'zel is missing. You hide it well but you are worried. Perhaps you thought Leon knew more than he was saying and came to the room to confront him. In a moment of heated exchange you struck him in the heart then staggered back to make it look as though you were not relying on your aetheric senses.”

Y'shtola rolled her eyes and shook her head, “I cannot exactly disprove your accusation. I would have had time to do so and it is unlikely anyone can verify whether or not I am using my limited vision.”

“I can!”

The group turned to Natsu as she spoke up. Shyly she stepped forward, “Earlier when Pouncing served us tea. Y'shtola didn't offer her cup…nor did she prepare it afterward. Zoissette sugared it for her.”

“That proves nothing other than Zoissette being a good girlfriend,” Violet scoffed.

“Well, then there's the matter of what Y'shtola described herself doing, or rather didn't…”

“That is right,” Zoissette said, “You did not describe the wall.”

Y'shtola pursed her lips, “The wall?”

“The killer's message. See, that should exonerate her.”

“Hm. Saved by my own sarcasm. How droll,” Y'shtola mused, “What does it say?”

“You're Welcome Praxithius,” Zoissette answered.

Violet blew her bangs out of her face, “Alright, I didn't really think she did it in the first place, but that is reasonable doubt.”

Natsu looked at the wall, “Who is Praxithius?”

“Without getting into a long, complicated, story, let's just say it's another name for Y'zel. A last life,” Violet answered.

“So this has something to do with the ancients then,” Y'shtola mused

“Perhaps to do with his recent publication,” Pouncing suggested.

“Publication?” Zoissette asked.

“He penned a small book while you were resting in regards to the relationship between the Ancient self and the connections of the present one. Only a handful of copies were made, and conveniently, none made it across my desk. From what I gathered from Thancred it was mostly anecdotal accounts he collected via his own Echo, and utilizing those who can travel to Elpis to gather information,”. Y'shtola stated. “It didn't sit well with Thancred. It apparently came off as too sympathetic for the Ascians, but I could not say what had irritated him beyond that. I was not thought of in its brief distribution before he collected them back up.”

“Your, uhm…bitterness aside, that brings to light relevant information. Whoever did this would have had to have been aware of the contents of the book,” Zoissette posited before slowly looking to Pouncing.

“Sister..,” Silent said sadly.

“You suspect me? I was in the kitchens the entire time,” the woman protested.

“You came through just as Miss Obinata left for lunch.”

“Brother, surely another passed. I did not come through,” Pouncing reiterated, “I was serving lunch and then tea. I could not have been in two places!”

“I am rarely mistaken. You wandered through just shortly after Natsu had left and then returned through the front door just before the other's gathered.”

“And we've established that someone could have just used aetheryte to return outside and re-enter the building,” Violet pointed out.

“I was out in the gardens gathering fresh dill for my finger sandwiches.”

“After you fucking killed Leon,” Violet shot back.

Natsu tensed up then shook her head. “N-no! I don't believe it. Pouncing has been nothing but nice and helpful. I don't believe she could have done this! What reason would she have had?”

“We do need to keep motive in mind,” said Zoissette, mostly to herself.

“Well, the only suspect left would be yourself. You're insistent it wasn't either of you, but there's no proof to the contrary, circumstantial or otherwise,” Y'shtola hummed, “And Pouncing seems the most informed here. Clear something up for me? Why did my cousin collect his books after he published them? My understanding was that he stubbornly defended the work.”

Pouncing looked down, “It was the recent kidnappings. He seemed to think they were related to his work but I assured him that it was a coincidence…but perhaps his own absence after might be related. I'm unsure how though. Come to think of it, that's when we started to see less of him.”

The Archon started to pace, careful to not step in the ice. “That is indeed strange. I had assumed his scarcity ultimately was over being embarrassed that he'd expended his aether to the point of depigmentation as it timed well with Zoissette waking.”

“I'm, uhm,I am sure he was not fretting on my behalf,” the Elezen said.

Y'shtola rolled her eyes, “No, just absolutely mewling around as if he'd thrown you into the rift himself.”

“That's…that is neither here or there, Shtola,” Zoissette scolded.

“And yet thinking about it, it is. We have been talking about who was here, but who is not?”

“Y'zel,” Violet answered, “He doesn't need to pass by Silent at all. He could just aetheryte to Leon's side with their eternal bonding rings.”

“Exactly,” Y'shtola said with a nod, “Not to mention all the ice is rather on brand with his disposition to umbral magicks.”

“There are too many theories going around and we're moving on before we have settled the matter of the one that has come before. We have little insight into a motive despite narrowing means and opportunity,” Zoissette reminded them.

Natsu whimpered lightly, gripping at her wrist as she looked at her gloved hand. Shyly she stepped forward, “I can get our answer…If I touched him…I might divine what he saw and felt before he was killed. I know I am a suspect but it is the only way I can think to solve this.”

Y'shtola pursed her lips, “Are you saying you have the Echo?”

“In a manner, yes.”

“That would be tough to fake. I can't get mine to activate through so I doubt you'll get far. This room is filled with people who either have the Echo or deal with those who do. We'll know quickly if you're lying,” Y’shtola warned.

Natsu nodded then removed her glove. “I promise you…this is something I wish were a lie,” she said softly before closing her eyes to kneel and take Leon's cold stiff hand between her own.

Natsu found herself chopping carrots. The kitchen room was warm and looking back she could see the living room in its entirety, vantage much higher. Returning to her carrot, she continued to prepare a meal, trying to ignore the loneliness, at times glancing at the ring on her long finger until hearing steps behind her.

As much as she wanted to be excited, she couldn't help but feel ill at ease. Y’zel was smiling as if he hadn't been absent for days on end. Anger radiated through her. It was easier to be, it always had been since they were small. When something was confusing or hurtful it could be burned away in rage.

“Why should I care? I was with Claudien. He's my true love after all. You're just here for when I want to play house,” Y'zel's words taunted.

Natsu felt the storm of hurt and anger twist inside of her. She tossed the knife from her hand onto the counter and stormed into the living room. She turns, seeing Y'zel pick up the knife and come toward him, smiling as if he hadn't said something Etheirys shattering. And then a moment of clarity all too late. They looked like Y'zel, but the movement, the way they spoke, the way they stared at her was all wrong. She noticed his shadow, far too long for a Miqo'te.

Before she could bring her revelation to light, a sharp pain. She stumbled back, feeling the searing pain spread through her as the other touched the blood on his chest and helped him to sit properly. Her life faded fast, getting cold as the imposter stood on the couch beside him then vanished.

As she felt the last few moments of life leave her, her love’s voice caught her ears. There was a franticness about it that made her know it was him.

“Don't leave me! I love you! I always loved you! Leon!”

She felt herself smile as the other pulled away. As the life slipped out of her, she felt the air turn cold and the crack of ice as her love choked out a cry.

Natsu let out a cry as her face suddenly stung. Holding her cheek she looked up at Violet, panting hard as she tried to catch her breath.

“Sorry. You were screaming and shaking you wasn't doing it,” Violet huffed, shaking out her wrist, “Still, even then you had the familiar glazed over Echo look. So then. Who was it?”

Natsu shook, “It was…someone who looked like Y'zel…but wasn't. Leon knew whoever it was wasn't Y'zel…but he was here in the end…”

“Someone who looked like Y'zel but wasn't and someone who looked like Pouncing but wasn't Pouncing. This whole thing stinks of Ascian bullshit,” Violet huffed, “At the very least it's none of us.”

“Illusions are also a specialty of the Sylphs. Then there is a whole school of magick devoted to glamor…though as I understand, only those with the Echo can completely change their form without performing complicated and dangerous rituals. It would certainly not be something they could have done easily between rooms,” Y'shtola mused aloud.

Natsu held herself, shaking. “There's only more questions.”

Pouncing put her hand on Natsu's shoulder and pulled out a square of chocolate from her apron, “Eat this dear. I believe it's safe to alert the rest and have Leon removed and cleaned up.”

“I will appraise Mr. Gage and Ms. Autumn immediately,” Silent echoed before taking his leave.

Natsu backed up a few paces, holding the chocolate tight. Ahead of her, Violet gently brushed Leon's bangs and closed her eyes before blowing her bangs out of her face in frustration. Turning, the Hyur looked to Natsu. “You were shacking up here waiting for Y'zel? Given the circumstances I don't think he'll be back anytime soon. Get some shit together and meet me out front. I'll take you with me to Thanalan. I need to check in on someone and staying here is just going to make you miserable.”

Natsu sniffed lightly and nodded, looking up to Violet. “Alright. Who are we seeing?”

“U'rahn. His girlfriend hasn't let him leave his room or something and he's asked me to visit. I've got nothing better to do so I told him I would come.”

Natsu nodded then looked behind Violet as a dark figure appeared, “Um…”

“Thal’s swiving balls! You need a damn bell,” Violet cursed at Nyx, nearly stumbling next to Leon as they appeared.

“Vauban, I did not find any traces of the intruder. Fisher, clarify Rahn’s orders.”

“Shouldn't you know?”

Nyx stared, then touched their ear. After a moment of silence they lifted their fingers and touched their ear again. “U-Odh. Where is Rahn?... Understood. I will come now.”

As abrupt as they appeared, Nyx had gone. Frustrated, Violet stamped her foot and called out to them, “What was that all about!? Get back here!”

“That is troubling,” Zoissette said, watching the door.

“Pay it no mind. We should look into what happened here and figure out what my cousin has gotten himself into. I am in agreement with Violet. Our more troublesome companions really do need a bell of some sort. Or a homing charm,” Y'shtola hummed, giving the Elezen a meaningful glance, “Anyroad, let us know when you locate my cousin, and I suppose whatever is happening with the Drakes.”

With that the couple made their leave as medical staff was led in by Silent Coeurl. Violet and Natsu looked on quietly until he was carefully placed upon bedding and carted off, “Silent, would you hold off on alerting his mother? It would be best if it were Y'zel, but if it cannot be I'd like to go. He didn't have too many people he was close to and he wouldn't want a stranger to, y'know.”

“Yes ma'am.”

Violet nodded then turned to Natsu, a bit less animated and not making eye contact. “Alright. Once you're ready we'll make for Gridania and fly to the Saucer. Dress for the heat.”

Natsu nodded and returned to the part of Y’zel’s library she’d made into a makeshift bedroom. Once there, she burst into tears, blurring her vision as she started to pack.

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The Incident

Masterpost for The Incident.

Zoissette Vauban knows that the best way to get along in society is to hide herself away, to appear to behave as normal as possible. Despite this, her curiosity drives her to eccentricity. The pursuit of a life long goal, the opportunity to perform a duty for a friend, and the need to be invisible all come together to culminate in the performance of an experiment that may well be her last.

Prelude

Prologue

Atelier Incident Report - Youthful misadventure in Sharlayan

Scholar's Soulstone - The discovery of a Nymian artifact

Interrogation - Y'shtola would take the measure of this woman

The Experiment - Papalymo supervises his apprentice's work, at her expense

Foxglove - Zoissette creates her first fairy familiar from first principles, and takes it on an excursion to the void

The Nullstone - In helping Klynt with the Sky Pirates, Zoissette finds out more about a fascinating artifact

Beyond Foxglove - Zoissette ponders where to take her Nymian fairy research next in the face of the middling success that was Foxglove

Ozma - Zoissette and Ryssthota discuss the nature of the Ozma super weapon

Sleepless on the Steppe - Klynt and Zoissette discuss their night and what the future may hold

Nuoliths - Apple and Zoissette discuss the design of nuoliths

Aurora Laboratories - Construction of a new laboratory

Online - Finding out the laboratory works

Testing - First experiment in the new lab

Uncertainty - Zoissette has a word with her god

Demi-Ozma - Ryssthota and Zoissette perform some experiments in the new laboratory

Late Nate - Y'shtola and Zoissette have a discussion late at night in Nuomenon

Driven - A new problem to chew on

Lecture - Attempting to talk with the Free Company about some discoveries

Explorations - Testing the limits of the device

Dreams - Zoissette has trouble staying awake, and has a discussion with Meya

Beautiful - What lies beyond

The Incident

Epilogue

The End

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.relaxing

As the last echo faded away, Zoissette felt her muscles go slack, her mind go quiet, and the world go away.

Somehow, she knew this was it.

She had pushed as far as she could go. Lavender and her had traversed the rift, and the end of their journey was coming soon.

The had never quite made it to the thirteenth, never made it to any of the other shards, but that was alright. They had stayed together, stuck with one another, braved new places, traveled through strange worlds, been sifted by memory and challenged by doubt, and at the end, were still themselves.

They had been tried and tested and found to be true.

That would have to be more than enough.

grounded

Meya washed up by the sink, cleaning up after having brought sandwiches and drinks for the hardworking science crew. They were tired, and they were cranky, and Meya understood that, so she made sure to stop by frequently, and help out in any way she could, which in this case meant making sure they were being fed adequately.

While she was cleaning up, she heard a link come in over someone's pearl. Curious for any news, she turned her head slightly to listen.

"That was Archon Y'shtola," said Ryssthota. "She says she's got a way to find them, and wants to know if we can get the laboratory operational."

"You're joking," said Riven, hands on her hips as she glared up at Ryssthota. "Cait Sith installed the new nullstone only this morning, Apple only just got the nuolith array repaired, and we still can't get half of this equipment to run without a safety system shutting it down again!"

Meya only half-listened to Ryss and Riven's discussion - more of a rant, really - as her attention drifted to the laboratory's library. Judging from the state of the stacks, the sections on theory and experimentation had already been rifled through extensively while the science team tried to figure out exactly how Zoissette's device worked. Even beginning to figure that out was beyond Meya. However, she knew Zoissette. She would have extensive documentation available on every facet of the devices in the laboratory, from the equations and ideas behind it all to the simple instructions on how to operate it. She searched among the books until she found a section that had been overlooked. Procedure books. She opened one and flipped through it idly. No theory or math, no complex jargon beyond what Meya could decipher. Just step by step instructions. She spotted one labelled 'emergency recovery', and read it carefully.

Once she was satisfied she understood it enough, she traced her fingers along the steps, and began to follow them, one by one. Behind her the other scientists continued to bemoan their troubles.

"...and her experimentation notes are impossible! She details initial conditions, but not how to achieve them!" "Well, she probably assumed anyone following along would have their own setup and would know how to work it." "Fat lot of good that does us, we need to know how to work HER setup!" Meya nodded to herself, as she reset several systems, adjusting dials and knobs according to instruction.

She stood up, and looked up into an area of the machine she would find difficult to get to. Fortunately, Apple was already wedged in there, making adjustments. "Apple?" "Oh, hello Meya! Thanks for the sandwiches, I really appreciate it. Hey, whatcha got there?" Meya smiled up at Apple, and showed her the procedure book. "My pleasure. Would you happen to be able to adjust the nuolith array to these settings?" "Oh, sure, bring that closer, would you, let me just take a look... yeah, hang on."

Meya waited patiently while Apple snaked her arms up further into the device, fiddling with something or another.

"Huh. Slight negative flow to begin with. Wouldn't have expected that, but it looks like that made the overflow valves finally reset. That's kind of a relief, actually, that was giving me real trouble. Got anything else you need me to do?" "No, thank you Apple, that will be all. ...are you okay up there?"

"Oh yeah. I'm the smallest of the regular science team, so I'm pretty used to having to climb into places like this. Don't worry about me."

"Well, okay," said Meya, smiling at Apple. "I'm going to keep going if that's alright."

"Oh, sure, it's probably fine. Good luck."

Meya was no longer paying attention to the ranting behind her as she traced the last few steps in the procedure, carefully manipulating computer settings in the Allagan interface. She was not familiar with it entirely, but the procedure had alternative instructions that led her to interact with it through her tomephone. Soon enough, she was at the last step. A system wide reset. She checked over the instructions one last time, making sure she had followed them all diligently, and with a nod to herself, hit the execute button.

The laboratory went dark with a reverberation of loud thuds from various pieces of equipment.

The ranting stopped immediately, as the others - save Apple - looked around, suddenly worried. Ryssthota swore something to the Navigator, while Riven gasped.

Meya considered that next time, she should maybe warn them, but this time, she just watched calmly, counting down silently in her head.

Equipment vibrated. Aether flowed. The sounds of electronics coming to life hummed through the space while holographic panels glowed in the air.

Ryssthota and Riven looked around, dumbfounded.

Meya tucked the book away, and turned around, crossing her arms and suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. She wanted her friend back, and what she had done seemed to work. She hoped it had worked.

"Does that help?" she asked.

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.landscape

Zoissette and Lavender continued to put on brave faces for one another as they traveled the alien landscapes of beyond. How long had they been out there? Sennights? Moons? It was impossible to tell how long, impossible to tell how far. Impossible to know how much longer, impossible to know how much further. All they knew was they would continue to hold on. Even as Zoissette grew colder, and Lavender became less.

grounded

Y'shtola closed her eyes and took a deep breath before entering the laboratory. She had to stay strong, and there was no doubt in her mind that she would. She just needed the moment to herself. When she was ready, she strode in, confident, head up, sure of herself even in the face of the storm she continued to weather in her breast.

"Ryssthota, report," she said as she approached the large Roegadyn woman. One of Zoissette's contemporaries, and a friend as well, Ryssthota, as well as all of Gage Acquisitions, had been placed at Y'shtola's disposal for the duration of her investigation. And just now, Ryssthota and her team had been responsible for cleaning up the lab.

She straightened up as Y'shtola approached. The woman was obviously tired and worried, but staying strong. "It's been long days, but we finally got the last of the plasma fires out and the aether balanced in here again. Lab's safed now, though. I still want to institute stay times. The aetheric albedo in here is still negative, it'll put you to sleep if you stay too long. And a safety buddy system. No fewer than two people if anyone's going to be in here at all."

Y'shtola nodded, and glanced over as Riven removed her safety mask so she could speak.

"I am going to kill her when I see her again," said Riven. "We still have no idea what reckless experiment she was doing in here. All we know is that she was working on trying to find a way to the void, but we still haven't figure out how, how everything works, and every time I try to get something running, a safety system trips and shuts the whole place down. We need to get it back online to see how it works."

"We're working on more repairs in the meantime," said Ryss. "Apple's in the rafters right now. She says the nuoliths are cracked and need to be replaced. Riven and I inspected the gloriole containment earlier, it's working alright. If we can just get this place running again, we could get Demi-Ozma back online. Any luck finding out more about the nullstone?" "I've sent Klynt to beseech the Sky Pirates for aid. Apparently she has a rapport with them, and she thinks a familiar of theirs, Cait Sith, may be able to help us learn more. Speaking of familiars, how fares our patient?" said Y'shtola.

"Our fairies are all busy tending to her," said Ryss.

"And we've still no idea what happened to her, or to the laboratory in general?" Y'shtola asked, frowning.

"Why don't we just ask them?" interjected C'oretta.

Y'shtola looked to C'oretta. ""Ask who?"

"Lavender! Or whatever is left of her. Oh, sure, a lot of them don't speak but that doesn't mean they don't communicate we can see their symbols in our books and each summoner develops a rapport with their fairy I can talk with Lotus okay and I know Riven talks to Sugarplum and Ryss talks with Glitterdust and though we don't have Zoissette here to talk to Lavender our fairies can talk to whatever's left of Lavender you know there's something still in there because of how our fairies are fussing over her and so maybe she can talk to us or maybe since you helped make her you could talk to her and I know it's not the same Lavender but I think maybe it is just think about it they're linked right she can control that doll from a distance because of what it is and it's possible they're still linked and since you helped make her maybe you can try talking to her and figure out what happened in here or use that link to maybe try to figure out where Zoissette and the rest of Lavender ran off to, right?"

Y'shtola blinked slowly. She felt that she was never quite sure if C'oretta was brilliant or naive, but in this case.

"Her soulgem," said Y'shtola, remembering. The doll had a tiny soulgem, nestled inside of it. A place where something of Lavender could remain.

"...the idea has merit," said Ryssthota, thoughtfully.

C'oretta just beamed.

"Very well then. Once you are satisfied the laboratory is secure, Ryssthota, I want you and your team to take their rest. We shall not rush into this foolishly. I intend that we compound the errors of this current situation no further, and working ourselves to exhaustion will do us no favours. Once we are all rested, we shall continue our investigation anon. Riven, on your way out, kindly ensure the wards are secure. C'oretta, I wish to be informed the moment Lavender's doll is sound, so that I may investigate it further. Are there any questions?"

Nods and assents were heard from every corner.

"Good. Carry on," said Y'shtola.

Ryss looked seriously at Y'shtola as the other two returned to work, and stepped closer, to talk quietly with her. "You should make sure you rest too, Archon," she said gently.

Y'shtola looked up at her, before looking away and nodding. For as tired as Ryssthota looked, Y'sthola felt so twice as much. Restless nights and long days were beginning to take their toll. She sighed, and nodded.

"Of course," she said. Ryss nodded at her, satisfied, and went back to work.

Once she was certain that everyone's attention was elsewhere, Y'shtola stepped back and bowed her head.

"We will find you," said Y'shtola to herself, quietly.

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FFXIV Write 2023 Prompt 18: Fish Out of Water

(Character: Apple Silverberg, Setting: GA Apple, Sprout safe)

The company party seemed to be going well. just about every couch, chair, and barstool had been taken up by chatting, friendly faces. Erick and Meya were certainly in the middle of things, regaling some sort of humorous tale, from the looks of things. Aeryn was with them, though she seemed to be rolling her eyes.

Dark absently pulled Y'zel back by the back of his shirt, probably giving him a lecture about his teasing, or perhaps a prank. His ears folded down a bit, she could only chuckle, havning seen Dark Autumn put a lot of people in their places over the years.

Riven and the boys were arguing about something, she wasn't sure what, but it seemed to be a rather heated discussion. She smiled, Apple never really had any siblings, but from her understanding they were not related either, though they certainly acted like family.

Zoissette, C'oretta, and Ryssthota were embroiled in what seemed to be some sort of game, the wager was shots of something, clearly, as two would be forced to drink the unpleasant looking concoction from time to time. She wondered if they were doing trivia, or maybe a quiz?

She sighed as she put a hand on the bannister, watching it all. She knew by now that she'd be welcome down there. She could probably join any conversation and be met with a smiling face and an offer of food or drink. She really should feel at home with them.

Why was it so hard?

She moved back to the stairwell, climbed her way up to her office, grabbed a book and headed to her reading chair.

Why did she always feel like such a stranger?

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Title: FFXIV Write 2023 - 19. Weal Characters: Y'shtola Rhul, Zoissette Vauban Rating: Teen Summary: Through thick and thin, for better or for worse Notes: This one is too big for FFXIV Write, and I think I shall be expanding it at a later date

It was raining outside of Gage Acquisition's headquarters. A lazy Gridanian rain, warm and heavy, fat raindrops that seemed less to fall than to sort of meander their way down to the ground in their due time.

Zoissette held an umbrella over Y'shtola's head, and the two were walking along the pathway. It had been a quiet walk.

Despite the time they had spent apart, they still knew how to enjoy a comfortable, companionable silence. Y'shtola had asked after Apple, and Zoissette still had no answers. Zoissette had asked after the thirteenth, and Y'shtola had much the same.

She was one of the few people Zoissette felt really comfortable around, after returning from the rift. Around most of the others, she was friendly. Gregarious, even, she could not help it, it seemed so hard to keep herself in as she had before.

But still.

She had always felt like an outsider before, and she still did now. Sometimes she wondered if she would ever be fully a part of the shared human experience.

But with Y'shtola, she felt like she belonged. Grounded. The woman's strength and confidence were an anchor, and the ease with which Y'shtola treated her, the naked honesty of the woman.

If the rift made her lost, then Y'shtola, in more ways than one, brought her home.

She just wished Lavender had arrived home with her. The familiar had not come to her since she had arrived, though. The little armature was full of a life of its own, but it was its own being, its own existence. She was glad for it, but it was not the same.

She pushed those thoughts out of her mind as they stopped out in front of the building, and Zoissette looked to Y'shtola.

"I appreciate your company more than I have the words for. But I am certain you have other more important matters to attend to."

Y'shtola looked up at her, and gave her a smile.

"You are the important matter I wish to attend to, my friend. Trust that I keep my affairs well in hand, even as I keep you company."

"...thank you."

Zoissette fidgeted with the umbrella handle a bit as Y'shtola looked her over. She knew what she was looking for. She was afraid of what she would find.

"...'tis much the same," she said after several long moments. "I do not have the fine tune instrumentation of the infirmary, but while you have gained some muscle mass, your aether remains ever thin."

"I am not recovering."

"It is true, that the rate of replenishment of you aether seems to have reached a plateau. But it is early, yet, even - and perhaps especially - for one as puissant as you."

"I feel so useless in the meanwhile."

Y'shtola looked thoughtful for a moment.

"And yet you have begun investigations, have you not?"

"That - that is different. I am used to being a warrior. That is what a knight is for. That is what a knight should be for. I feel like I lost sight of that, and have regained it again, only to lose the capability to be so."

"And yet you still are. You would not say such things of Krile, who has little martial prowess. Or your own brother, who still shines as a knight true."

Zoissette shifted from foot to foot, considering.

"You are right."

"I suspect I only tell you that which you already knew."

"You are right. I know. I know. I just - I just feel so useless, Shtola. Mathye hovers as I go about tasks I once found trivial. Tasks I now find challenging. Klynt or Ryssthota are at my elbow anytime I even voice consideration of approaching the laboratory. C'oretta and Meya are spending too much time on me. I have shifted from shield to gunblade, to try to make up for my deficiencies, but... still. I do not wish to be a burden. Not on you. Not on anyone."

Zoissette looked away, feeling herself unable to meet Y'shtola's eyes. She was complaining. She was whinging. Others would be envious of her position. She should be glad for what she had, not whatever this was. She was better than this.

But at the same time, she wished to run and hide and fade back to vanish behind a desk. Useful but invisible but helpful. Good, reliable Zoissette, able to be called upon at a moment's notice. Not someone who needed looked after all the time.

Again, she missed Lavender. They had learned to lean on one another in the rift. She would lean on her once more.

She felt Y'shtola's hand on her arm.

"This may be a burden, but not one I shy away from. For how oft have you helped others in need with no wish for recompense? How oft have you been fulfilled by helping with our burdens, and allowed us to draw succor in return? 'Tis true, what brought us together is what you are, blessed of Hydaelyn and strong in arm. But what has kept us together as comrades is who you are. Kind in spirit. Curious in mind. Patient through trial. I am with you. In weal and in woe. If weal, then weal, and all is well. If woe, then that woe must needs be endured, and I would not countenance that you do so alone."

The rain fair hummed for a moment, and the colors around her shifted slightly. She blinked, staring into the rain, as it somehow became more blue. She turned to her. Y'shtola was resplendent in her composure, in her poise, as she always was. Confidence and power which she was now so clearly offering to Zoissette. Half a meder away, Zoissette felt she could feel the woman's presence radiating off her, and she almost seemed to glow. Zoissette tentatively reached a hand out to touch her face, and Y'shtola smiled, and closed her eyes gently, and there was just the gentlest pulse of living levin, and.

Oh.

Oh, hells.

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Title: Call It a Day Characters: Zoissette Vauban Rating: Teen Summary: It's a hard knock life when you are five cenmeders tall and ten grems, especially when you are six and a half fulms tall and two hundred and fifty ponzes. Notes: This is the actual FFXIV Write Entry for this prompt

Zoissette got an early start to her day, as usual.

She was beginning to feel more grounded, these days. Her aether was still thin, according to Y'shtola. And her muscle mass had not returned her to her previous strength. She was still four and a half kilgrems shy of where she would like to be. Which was like ten ponzes. And she still felt a bit outside of normal.

But less distant, now.

She looked over at the place where Lavender's armature usually lay. She felt a pang, and held a hand to her heart, closing her eyes, and taking several deep breaths. She could still feel the presence of her familiar friend, distant, though that feeling was shifting every day, seeming to settle less as a lump in her heart and more as a gentle warmth throughout her. She was still with her, in a way, she was certain. And one day she would come fully to terms with figuring out what that meant.

But today, today was going to be a busy day, and she had a full schedule. She pushed those thoughts away, and instead organized her mind, considering carefully what she had to do for the day. Breakfast. Morning check in with Meya. Training with C'oretta. Check on the laboratory with Ryssthota, which meant also with Klynt. Lunch. Training with Nyx. Submarine scheduling with Dark. Check in with Y'shtola, and the thought of that last filled her with a warm feeling, though she also still needed to talk with Mathye, and figure some things out for herself.

Still though. She was coming back to life, and finding a certain delight in it.

The kitchenette filled with the smell of eggs and bacon and ham, and it all smelled just richer today, somehow. She closed her eyes, and leaned against a wall, and just breathed it in. Faint whisps of fire aether, and the rich mix of living aethers shifting and transforming aspect as heat was applied, which was good, she needed more protein for muscle repair.

What an odd way to think of breakfast.

Still. For a morning, it was nice. She finished cooking, ate her meal, and was shortly on her way, feeling just the lightest bit like maybe she could float to her destination.

She was going to have a nice day, she was sure.

It was scant few bells later, and she was feeling rather heavier than she had in the morning.

Zoissette bounced lightly on her feet, staying in place, her lips pressed tightly together as she looked across the field at her opponent. Her eyes narrowed at the sting of a trickle of sweat dripping down on the edge of an eyelid, and she felt her jaw tense.

"Just say the word!" said C'oretta cheerfully.

"Word," said Zoissette, and she watched as C'oretta leapt high into the air, spinning as she went, letting her chakrams fly free. She crouched slightly, keeping a tight grip on her own chakrams as she deflected both of them, sending them back to the Miqo'te who snapped them out of the air with practiced ease and sent them back just a bit faster.

C'oretta was, in many ways, a good instructor, and Zoissette a patient student. C'oretta knew how to press her students just a little bit beyond their abilities, testing them without overwhelming them, allowing them to adjust to her attacks and their understanding. Zoissette knew this, as she had previously been beside her, working with her to teach the others.

And Zoissette was certain she should be doing better.

Zoissette deflected the new attacks and spun, snapping her own chakrams out in quick succession, one after the other. As she did so, she watched C'oretta carefully, looking for something to exploit, some way she could sneak an attack past those defenses. C'oretta was already moving to be out of the way of one of them, and got one of her own chakrams back to deflect the other, spinning as she got closer. Zoissette tried to reach out with her aether, to steer her own chakrams back to her faster, as C'oretta was suddenly right inside of her space. She twisted, reached out a hand, and had one chakram back to hand, shifting her weight to the ball of her foot as she deflected one of C'oretta's attacks, readying a strong overhead counter attack.

C'oretta kicked the inside of her knee, brining Zoissette down to her height, and then used her other foot to springboard off the knee as it bent, and Zoissette found her face full of Miqo'te foot as C'oretta used her face as a springboard to backflip into the air. Chakrams rained down as C'oretta caught, threw, caught, threw, and caught her chakrams again in a rapid fusillade of punishment.

Zoissette stayed planted, and just helplessly kept her arms up to protect her head. The pummeling stopped for just a moment, and she lifted her face slightly to get eyes on C'oretta again.

A chakram caught her in her thigh, hard, and she felt herself tipping over. Her arms went out to steady her, and another one caught her in the armpit, and she was sent sprawling over onto the ground.

Coretta hopped back to her starting spot as Zoissette got back to her feet.

"You're still too stiff, that planting was a paladin thing-"

"Knight."

"-don't think I didn't see that, and while you're getting better about shifting on your feet you're not moving much, silly, it's like you think you're still using your heavy pistol and trying to steady up for shots you can already know you can steer the chakrams once they've left your hands now you just gotta act like it and stay in motion."

Zoissette sighed.

"You're thinking too much I can tell I keep telling you you have to go with the flow let go of all that tense bundling and just move! There's a rhythm to it all! Just feel it out and let's go!"

"Right. Once more. With feeling," said Zoissette flatly. C'oretta just beamed at her.

That tenseness that C'oretta complained about was an ever-present companion for Zoissette. That tenseness was the physical manifestation of her sharpness. That was her power. As a scholar, she brought a tight focus to the battlefield, the ability to analyze anything and find a path to victory. As a knight, she was a bulwark, ready at a moment to stand and deliver, to be an almost inevitable slow force for enemies to throw themselves against before she brought their defeat to bear.

As a dancer, she was just kind of awful.

C'oretta bounced from foot to foot, an ever boundless font of energy. "Let's go again but this time I'm going to go slower okay I want you to really just not focus at all just do what feels right."

Zoissette just looked at her dubiously, but returned to her own starting position, and sighed. She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and let it out slow.

Right. Flexible. Flow. Feelings. Intuition. Just let go, and let herself flow. She hopped on one foot a few times, then on the other.

How are you, whispered a voice inside of her.

It was a good question.

Open your eyes, and look. Consider your opponent.

She did. C'oretta was about ten meders away. Miqo'te, Seeker of the Sun, in peak physical form. Young, healthy. Fast. Had an almost precognitive combat sense, similar to Nyx. Stayed in the moment. Did not tend to plan too far ahead nor ruminate too far behind.

She relaxed. She trusted C'oretta. C'oretta was a good instructor.

She let go, and gradually, she felt the world around her come to life in a way it never had before. She suddenly felt like she was very aware, of distances, of colors, of connections.

We can do this, said the same voice.

"Ready," she said.

"Say the word."

She smiled warmly. "Word," and then she was in motion. She snapped one chakram away, as hard as it would go, and she kept the other one close at hand. C'oretta saw her attack coming a malm away and avoided it easily, before beginning a lazy counter attack, throwing one chakram after the other, letting Zoissette have more than enough time to deflect them, which she did, spinning as she moved, using her own chakram to send C'oretta's back at her.

She saw C'oretta light up, and redouble her efforts, retrieving her thrown chakrams and sending them back twice as fast. Zoissette watched her movements, and moved quickly, spinning, shifting, no, dancing. A part of her was freed, allowing her to focus on what she was good at. Her first chakram returned at last, and she sent it back out again, harder even than the first time, throwing aether into it, watching amazed at the wake it left behind. She did not need to hold the second chakram to block C'oretta's attacks now, as she danced, she danced, and she tossed the second chakram out rapidly to catch C'oretta's attacks mid-flight, sending them back, her own chakram pinging back to her grasp rapidly.

It was all coming together, now. The world seemed to slow, and she was mesmerized, as she saw a wake flow around C'oretta's movements, could feel the connections between them. It all looked a bit like a dream, but she felt like she was doing anything but, and she could not help but smile broadly. Her movements slowed and she stopped, and C'oretta looked at her, confused, even as she got closer. She stopped just in front of Zoissette, still bouncing on her feet, ready to swing another attack out.

Zoissette's first chakram came back. Square in the back of C'oretta's head. Rather harder than Zoissette had intended, but as it spun up into the air, Zoissette reached out with her aether, and steered it back even as she snapped another chakram forward, and both of them met C'oretta's head at the same time.

Zoissette held out her hands, and caught them both, holding her chakrams in front of her face as she just stopped and looked. She could feel a flow through them and around her. Everything seemed to have an energy to it she had somehow never noticed before. She marveled. How had she done that? Had she done that?

"HOORAY!" cheered C'oretta, and Zoissette looked up just in time to see the Miqo'te flying through the air, a broad and happy smile on her face, looking every so excited, as she came down and ninety five ponzes of energy all punched Zoissette square in the head with her chakram.

The world collapsed, and so did Zoissette as she went down again.

She found herself staring at the sky.

"Ow," said Zoissette.

"Oh wow, that was much better, but I really thought you were going to block that last one," the Miqo'te said cheerfully. "I know you wouldn't have let any of your students get away with gawping like that you know better."

"Fair."

"Though really are you okay?"

Zoissette wasn't sure how to answer that.

In any case, this sure was certainly a start to the day.

Cool downs and exercises a gentle bit of instruction and a shower later, Zoissette was in her lab coat in what was ostensibly her laboratory. Only ostensibly, however, as Ryssthota had taken it upon herself to install two person safety lockouts and declared the laboratory hers unless Zoissette wanted to fight her for it.

The two person safety lockout was a sensible precaution, and one Zoissette should have taken in the first place, she had to admit. She had just assumed that social convention would be enough, but then, well, she had made a few mistakes along the way, and now the lockout was rather less by mutual agreement and rather more through physical device. That was fine. As far as fighting Ryssthota, Zoissette was not sure yet she was up for fighting anyone.

And besides, Ryssthota was a fine scientist. Fair. And while she was still coming to understand everything that Zoissette had been working on, the central Demi-Ozma assembly was still based on Ryssthota's work, and Zoissette felt that was more than enough to be comfortable with her as lead.

Today she was in the roof, performing maintenance on the nuolith assemblies that fed aether conduits. Ryssthota was below her as her second, at the console, entering commands and helping her out. Klynt was leaning against a wall, arms crossed, casually looking upset.

"You know," said Zoissette, "you do not have to be here, Klynt."

Klynt scowled up at her and shoved a finger in her direction. "I just bet s'what you woulda said before you went an' took a meander into eeby deeby."

Ryssthota looked over and frowned at Klynt. "Eeby deeby?"

"She means the rift between worlds," said Zoissette.

"I said what I said," said Klynt.

"Look," said Zoissette. "I am certain it does not take two full grown Roegadyn to babysit me. I am certain Ryss is more than enough to wrestle me to the ground before I manage to do anything terribly foolish."

"Wasn't doin' anythin' with my day anyroad."

"I thought Reinhardt was in town." Zoissette shifted her weight as she made a final adjustment. "Ryss, try that. Give me twenty percent flow."

"Aye."

Klynt just made a disgruntled noise. Zoissette leaned against a bundle of cables as she felt the area around her grow warm and aspected aether begin to flow through the assembly.

"You do not even particularly like to hang around, Klynt," said Zoissette.

"What gave you that idea?"

"The fact that anytime I offer you a spot with the Free Company, you insist upon your freedom. Tell me how you do not want to be tied down to anyone or anything. Well, I release you from any burden you feel towards me."

Down below, she could see Klynt shift, and she palmed her hand into her face. She had not meant to be so blunt.

"I promise I am not going anywhere unsupervised," she said quickly. "And if you need me, you can just call. I will be there."

Klynt made a strangled noise. "How can you say shite like that and then say the opposite like five seconds later?"

"Ten percent. Ten Percent; do we want to table this discussion until after so we can do it properly over some drinks?" said Ryss.

"Sorry. Sorry! Sorry to both of you. Sorry Ryss. I realize this is not the best time. And... Klynt, I just - I just think you can do better than hanging around me. That is all. I feel like sometimes, like you look to me for guidance, but you also act like you do not want it, and... I think you can do better. You are better. I have seen it."

She should shut up. She should shut up and stop talking. She was not paying attention to the aether pressure like she should be. She looked down at Klynt, to see Klynt scowling up at her.

"...what d'you mean," she said, slowly.

What did she mean. She was babbling. And her feelings were bubbling around, and she was feeling - well, she was feeling complicated.

Be honest.

"I mean you are my best friend. I mean we have been through a lot together. I mean that I hate that you - you refuse to see what you can be. I feel like you say freedom, but what you really mean is that you are scared. I mean I think you should stay. I mean -"

"Fifteen percent."

"Things are very different for me now I think and I am about to make a lot of decisions and I do not know what is going to happen in the future or even what is happening right now but I very much either want you to fly free or to actually trust me but to stop being in this weird in between Klynt I think either decision would be better for both of us."

The place was fair glowing around her now, and she tore her gaze away from Klynt to look at the aether conduit. She could fair see the aether as it travelled through the line, and as she touched a hand to it, she could feel its aspect.

Fascinating.

But also it was too far erde. It was going to jam, and when that happened, the pressure build up would blow out the boot, which would be far more than enough to blow her clear across the room.

"Emergency shutdown!"

Ryss didn't even hesitate, her hand slamming down on the emergency halt button.

Zoissette had already dropped down to the ground, and as she did, she was aware that the path of the blow out would be just about at head height, but while Ryss was out of the way off to the side, Klynt was at risk.

Zoissette turned, putting herself between Klynt and the assembly, and threw her hands out. She did not have her codex out and ready, and there was no time to draw the shapes.

Visualizing. Got it.

The aether in the air around them was willed to take shape of the arcs and whorls of arcane geometry, the faint blue and green hexagons of a proper Nymian shield appearing around them as the flexible boot that was around the aether conduit bulged outward.

And then it made a noise that was rather like a loud fart, and a gust of aether blew across the shield and around Klynt and Zoissette, sending some papers that were resting on a desk nearby flying and almost nothing else.

The lights in the laboratory flickered momentarily, but nothing else happened as the system coasted down. The shield around them held perfectly fine before it dissipated as harmlessly as the blowback had been. Ryss frowned up into the ceiling, before she joined Klynt in looking at Zoissette oddly.

Right. Right. Zoissette suddenly felt very large and very heavy and not at all at risk of being blown anywhere.

"There's a reason we were keeping it to twenty percent," she said. "Even if you'd stayed up there, worst it would've done is rattled you a bit."

"Yeah," said Zoissette, in a daze.

Klynt put a hand on her shoulder, and looked at her in concern.

"...maybe we should pick this up another day," said Zoissette.

Ryss continued to look at her oddly, but just nodded slowly. "Alright. Let's button it up and shut it down, then."

Zoissette looked up at Klynt for a moment, then looked away, feeling embarrassed. But a moment later, she felt the gentlest tap, where Klynt had lightly punched her on the shoulder.

"Sorry," said Zoissette.

"Don' be. I'll... think about it, get back to you later, alright?"

Zoissette nodded. "Thank you."

She went to go help Ryssthota shut the laboratory down so they could leave.

She certainly was having a day.

Lunch was uneventful, at least, before she went out to meet Nyx in front of the Free Company building.

Nyx was a terrible instructor in all the ways C'oretta was an excellent one. Their feedback was usually just a rating, but little in the way of actionable steps, and they were difficult to get a read on, at best. As well, many students found their laconic bluntness and the way they tended to stare off-putting.

Zoissette liked that about them, though, and while Nyx was a poor instructor by default, they were an excellent training assistant, and a self directed student who was used to their quirks would find that Nyx was almost perfect for teaching. They were very consistent in their combat output levels, and they did not prevaricate with their feedback, instead getting right to the point, and able to point out details that the student themself may have missed.

Today was gunblade practice. Zoissette still was not back up to full strength, and could not fully wield the aether that was the bread and butter of a proper knight. The gunblade, however, was a tool that had been developed by the Garleans into a piece of equipment that could overcome aetheric deficiencies, and in the hands of someone who could channel aether, it was an extremely effective weapon. Also, its usage relied less on the physicality of its user.

In short, it was perfect until Zoisette could figure herself out.

Up until now, she had been practicing with surplus Garlean ceruleum cartridges, which were trivial to charge and come across these days. Today however she was switching it up with a variety of different shells that Gage Acquisitions as a whole had helped her with. She wished, not for the first time, that Apple was around to help. As it was, some of them were based on the 'dragonfire' designs they had come up with studying Mathye's nuoliths, some had been charged by Zoissette herself, just slowly over time instead of rapidly in battle, and Y'shtola had also leant her a few.

"Alright," said Zoissette, as she loaded the Garlean shot first. "Melee combat training. Start at level three, then ramp up to level six, confirm with me before each transition."

"Start at level three and increase rating one rank at a time with confirmation before each step increase. Acknowledged. Ready."

"Go," said Zoissette.

Nyx's movements were slow and exaggerated at first, as the two clashed. They had two large fist weapons today, each one charged up by Nyx's movement and aether, and discharged any time they hit. Zoissette used her gunblade to deflect and absorb the hits, flipping cartridges in and out as needed to provide shields or healing to herself, and occasionally firing a powerful burst of some special spell or another back at Nyx.

They got into a rhythm as Zoissette warmed up.

"Level four."

"Level four go."

"Acknowledged. Committing."

Now Nyx was faster, and was beginning to mix up their movements, and avoiding being hit more often. Zoissette pressed harder, keeping up, and it was not long until they were in level five.

Now Zoissette switched to the more special ammunition. It was different, somehow. As she pulled out the first set, she could somehow feel the power in them in between her fingers as she slammed them home into the gunblade, and she felt as though she could fair well taste and smell the aether as she set them off.

Which was weird, but she ignored that. A difference between the Garlean stock ammo and her more puissant specialized rounds.

Nyx was in rapid motion now, ducking and weaving. Zoissette was pleased however that she was more than holding her own, gunblade meeting fist weapon, shields deflecting energy blasts, and countering with powerful blasts and efficient strikes. It may not have been her first choice of weapon, but she felt like she was taking to it alright.

"Level six."

Zoissette ejected her current cartridges as she threw herself back, knowing she would want to open up the space between her and Nyx a bit before stepping up a rank. "Level six go," she said, as she reached into her pouch for the cartridges Y'shtola had charged. She grabbed a white one and a black one, playing them between her fingers as she readied to slam them home.

"Acknowledged. Committing."

She stopped, though, as when she touched them, as she moved them, she felt a distinct frisson coming off them and tickling up her arm. She looked at them, amazed at the glow that was around each of them. The white one was of conjury, and Zoissette could feel the warm love and kindness and care coming from it. She could almost see in her mind's eye how Y'shtola must have prepared it, focusing her healing spells into it. And the black one was all fire and heat and passion, and she could almost feel the history of that one as well, of Y'shtola channeling puissant umbral magicks into it.

The Amalgam is at level six!

Zoissette blinked as Nyx was in her space, and she felt a staccato of punches dancing along her ribs. She bent over on herself, snapping the gunblade up to defend herself, even with its chamber still open, and twisted and flailed as Nyx unleashed an unrelenting flurry of attacks. She managed to just barely hold onto the ammunition, however, and slammed the cartridges home. They lit up, and almost immediately she fired off the healing one, spinning, and she grabbed an empty cartridge to charge it with a shield spell.

Her aether pumped into it almost immediately where normally it would have taken her time and focus to do so, but that was just as well, as this was something of an emergency, and she tried to pull away from Nyx so she could slam the new cartridge home as well and it was too little too late. Despite the uncommon speed with which her aether had suddenly decided to respond to her, she had let herself be distracted for too long, and she found herself on the ground again.

She took a deep long breath in as Nyx stood nearby, waiting. After a moment, she rolled over, and started to get back up to her feet.

Careful!

Oh, right, she was supposed to - and then Nyx was in her side again, and she tried helplessly to parry, and shortly she was back on the ground.

"End!," said Zoissette this time, and Nyx went back to waiting nearby, this time putting her fist weapons back onto the magnetic holsters at her hips.

"Rating. Poor. Would you like details?"

"No, thanks, I think I figure it out," grumbled Zoissette, as she got to her feet.

This sure was turning into a day.

A bell later found her and Dark in the workshop. This was work Zoissette was well suited to while on light duty, and it did need to be done, and she liked feeling useful, and so here she was. A submersible hung in the air while Zoissette and Dark went over the material requirements for upgrading it as well as planning future ventures it would need to be sent on to retrieve things the ever hungry artisans of Gage Acquisitions were clamoring for.

She was standing on the upper walkway around the submarine as she moved the crane arm to access another hull plate when she heard the door to the workshop open. She looked and saw Meya and Erick walking in, and she felt herself light up. She loved seeing them together.

They were good for one another, she felt. And their mutual happiness made her happy.

"You two have been here for a bit. Thought we'd ask if you wanted some dinner," said Erick.

"Sure," said Dark, putting her tomestone away. "Zoissette?"

"Sounds great. Let me come down," she said cheerfully, as she stepped out into the space to float down to meet them.

We can't fly!

"I cannot fly," she said cheerfully just before she bounced off the arm of the crane holding the submersible and rebounded off the fabricator console.

"Whoa, okay!" yelped Eric in surprise. "Maybe watch that first step in the future, it's a doozy."

"Zoissette! Are you alright?" exclaimed Meya, crouching next to her.

Zoissette just sort of lay on the floor, intimately aware of the feeling of the cold metal grate against her cheek and feeling very reminded of every ache and pain she had felt that day. She felt strong hands gently grasping her, and with Dark's help, managed to sit up.

Meya held a hand out, and Zoissette could sense the gentle pull of aero and hydro aether pooling to become a flow of healing aether, washing over Zoissette. Multiple new contusions, minor abrasion, a new laceration. Minor overall. She would be fine.

"I am not sure what just happened," she said. "Thank you, Meya."

Meya nodded. "Maybe, ah, you two should go without me while I keep an eye on her for a moment instead..."

"What? No, please, do not. Go on! I am fine, I am certain, I will catch up, it is okay, I just fell for no good reason and maybe I..."

Zoissette's voice trailed off as she looked up to see Dark standing nearby with her arms crossed, Eric pinching his nose, and concern written obviously on Meya's face.

No need to push them away. Be better about this.

Right.

"...and, uhm, maybe I ...should be better about this sort of thing, right."

Erick and Dark just looked at each other, and both shrugged.

"Maybe I should call it a day," she said meekly, letting Dark help her the rest of the way to her feet. Meya patted her on the arm.

"Come on. Let me take you to the infirmary," said Meya.

"Okay."

"I'll let Y'shtola know where you are," said Erick.

"And I'll bring all of you something to eat shortly," said Dark.

Zoissette smiled gratefully at each of them. "Thank you. You are all ... very kind."

She let herself be lead out of the workshop as Meya fussed gently over her, and sighed.

This sure had been a hell of a day.

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