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FFXIV Write 2023 :: Day 26

Prompt :: Last Characters :: Chotan / Fleurette Varlineau, Esenaij / Hamignant Varlineau, Izi Raha, Lalleve Coertha Word Count :: 1,583

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As it so happened, Sharlayan was on the list of okay places to have taken Hamingnant when it concerned traveling alongside either of his sisters. When the opportunity had come up, Fleur had been the one available to make the trip out there while Cyrielle had been off helping with some defense efforts alongside the Ala Mhigans and the Ananta against the threat of Lakshmi. Though Fleur was loath to imagine that she would not be needed as well, it was when she had received a linkpearl communication from her twin that everything had been proceeding apace.

So now, Fleurette had found herself at the docks of Sharlayan, Hamignant excitedly at her heels after roughly a moon or so at sea since he could not teleport there himself. It was a far sight better than the boredom that he had so freely expressed at being cooped up on the ship, that was for certain. At least the fishers had given him ample opportunity to show him new creatures that he could quickly sketch into his journals while Fleur had watched.

“Fleur, Fleur! Look! That’s Thaliak!” Hamignant excitedly pointed out the statue of the Scholar as he walked alongside her. He had every opportunity to point out the statue on the ship, but he seemed more stunned and taken with the fact that he was finally seeing Sharlayan outside of their mother’s paintings.

“He’s so big up there like that…and he looks just the way mum always described him when she talks about when she met with the Twelve herself!” Hamignant’s elation at being in Sharlayan was boundless. Even as he and Fleur went through customs to confirm their reason for visitation at the Worldly Affairs.

As always, Fleur had given her name as ‘Ishgardian name: Fleurette, Steppe name: Chotan, surname: Varlineau.’ It was nearly mechanical the way she had listed off everything that was required of her. Her occupation had been that of an adventurer, and representative of both the Warrior of Light and Vrtra of Radz-at-Han. Typically, her reason for visitation had been to provide assistance with unruly creatures within Labyrinthos, though this time she stated that she was being hired as a helping hand to the Isle of Hamm.

When it came to Hamignant, though, he had been more than excited to divulge much and more about himself that seemed to make the poor customs officer sit and endure it with a bit of a grimace forming on their face; “Ishgardian name: Hamignant, Steppe name: Esenaij, surname: Varlineau. I don’t have an occupation, but I’d like to learn stuff here, maybe even be a student at some point! I’m thinking I really want to just learn about entomology, arachnology, and stuff!”

Fleurette had only offered a sympathetic smile to the customs officer before they were finally cleared to go into the rest of the city. Telling Hamignant to stay close, Fleur had led the way past the Peristyle before pausing. She then pointed over toward the wooden pergola that stood tall over a deck-like structure next to a smaller building with an open-air front.

“Hungry?” Fleurette asked. “We can take a much needed detour to the Last Stand before we go ahead and tour around the rest of the city.”

“Of course I am!” Hamignant exclaimed, bringing a hand to his stomach. “You didn’t tell me that the boat ride would just be stale bread and tough, dried meat!”

“I thought mother implied as much when she packed you what she thought would last you. I warned you not to eat it all too fast,” Fleurette said, chuckling. She had sacrificed some of her own food just to make sure that Hami had been taken care of during their travels.

Hamignant grumbled something about not knowing about how long the trip would have actually taken before looking back to where the Last Stand was situated. He reached up and tugged at Fluerette’s arm, following along after her as she then led the way. Seeing the local students in their uniforms and coats made everything feel so official and clean.

The two of them had gotten themselves seated close to the railing overlooking the ocean after putting in their order. Hamignant was happily prattling away at his idea of what all the possibilities could be in studying bug biology and habitats in Sharlayan could mean for him. Admittedly, while Fleur had been glad that Hamignant found passion in actually pursuing the study of bugs because he found them fascinating, she had begun to tune him out.

It had not been until the arrival of some familiar faces to Fleur, at the very least, that she had looked up after they had called to her. A miqo’te with snowy white hair had waved to Fleur in particular, her other hand intertwined with that of a viera who had dusty brown hair and dappled markings on her ears.

“You know them, Fleur?” Hamignant asked, glancing over in the two women’s direction. He had not been too sure whether or not to wave back, so deferred to Fleurette.

“That’d be Izi and Lallerev. You ever get to meet mum’s friends from when she was an adventurer?” Fleur asked before waving back to them with a small grin. Hamignant shook his head in response, following her example, his wave had been a little more uncertain. This seemed to have been more than enough permission for the two to have come over.

“How long are you in the city, Fleur?” Izi asked, letting go of Lallerev’s hand and skipping forward to their table. She then looked at Hamignant and gasped, “is this your little brother? Aw, look at him! I can’t believe we’re finally getting to meet you. Hami, right?”

“Hamignant…” he replied, almost shyly. “Only Cy and Fleur get to call me Hami.”

“Oh… I’m sorry. Well, it’s really nice to meet you, Hamignant,” Izi said, keeping a chipper smile on her face. “Well, I’m Izi Raha. Our mums used to travel together for a while. And this lovely bun over here is~”

“Lallerev Coerth,” the viera introduced herself rather plainly, a small, more reserved smile on her face. “Most of my friends just call me ‘Lolly’ or ‘Rev’ though.”

“It’s nice to meet you both…” Hamignant said, glancing in Fleur’s direction to let her take the lead on talking. He had not been used to too many people just walking up to him and making themselves friendly. He had been more okay when he got to walk up to others and speak more freely, though having someone that came off with about as powerful a personality as Cyrielle had been different.

“To answer your question, I don’t think I’ll be in the city long…” Fleur said, going back to the initial question Izi asked. “I have to help with Professor Dalnesi’s foray into the Isle of Hamm -- just to keep him protected from the other creatures that might be more inclined toward aggressive behaviors and attacking any of the professors or other visitors that are coming by.”

“Wait…where will I be, then?” Hamignant asked, realizing what that meant.

“Ameliance said she would be more than happy to have you come by the Leveilleur estate while I’m away. I thought I told you this while we were on our way here.”

“... I forgot.” Hamignant fidgeted, and then looked up when he saw Izi and Lallerev take up seats next to one another at their table.

“Don’t you worry about anything,” Fleur said, trying to be reassuring. “The estate is large and has a whole bunch of study material you could ask if you can look at. Alphi and Ali had to start somewhere, after all!”

Izi gasped, her feet tapping excitedly against the wood panels below her feet in rapid succession. “Are you going to be a student here, Hamignant!?”

“... Maybe?” Hamignant trepidatiously answered the question.

An enthusiastic squeal had been made before Izi uncontrollably reached over for Lallerev’s shoulder and shook her. “You can hang out with me! I can show you all around Sharlayan! The Noumenon -- one of the largest libraries ever! Oh! And I can introduce you to so many professors at the Studium, including my mother! I don’t know if she teaches what you’re interested in, but she’s really well versed and traveled, which leads to her coveted classes for histories of civilizations studies!”

Hamignant had almost replied that he looked forward to it, though was silenced when a server had come by with their order. Suddenly, the excitement for having a tour through Sharlayan turned into excitement for having proper food. After all, the two large and fluffy pancakes that sat in front of him towered with powdered sugar sprinkled on top with a pap of butter melting on it. He felt his mouth water, wanting after the last couple weeks living off of nuts, crackers, dried meat, aaruul, and water.

“I hope your eyes aren’t as big as your stomach, Hami… You are going to eat all of that, right?” Fleur asked, concerned as the bowl of skyr topped with skyon compote was placed in front of her. She offered a small word of thanks to the server before she picked up her spoon and started on her meal.

“I’m gonna eat every last bite!” Hami said, taking his fork and happily cutting into the thick pancake.

“I’ll hold you to that, because I don’t want to be the one eating every last bite when you’ve only eaten a quarter.”

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv #ffxiv writing #my writing #ffxiv oc #oc: chotan / fleurette varlineau #oc: esenaij / hamignant varlineau #oc: izi raha #oc: lalleve coertha #the only struggle was struggling to find time to type for this because my partner and i are fighting tooth and nail for last minute tomes

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FFXIV Write 2023 :: Day 25

Prompt :: Call it a Day Characters :: Bayarmaa / Cyrielle Varlineau, Chotan / Fleurette Varlineau, Esenaij / Hamignant Varlineau Word Count :: 2,415

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The Island Sanctuary had ever been a respite…and as such, it had always been home. Cyrielle and Fleurette had grown up here -- they knew just about all its secrets. Its calm, its anger, its bliss, its melancholy… They carved desire trails and stairs left and right, ever since they were tiny tots following at the heels of their mother and father. The island sheltered them when they explored and sudden storms hit.

The Island had provided much and more for the twins. The memories of such times was always cause for a small smile to creep onto Cyrielle's face when she peered up and looked around at the trees when she had teleported back onto its sandy shores. She was just glad that the island was not feeling particularly tempestuous this day as she took a deep breath of that tropical, salty air. With a slight pep to her step, Cyrielle walked up the path that led to the rest of the sanctuary.

Mammets had ever been hard at work, crafting and building things that would go out and get distributed to other shops and places in Eorzea and beyond, no doubt. Cyrielle could not think back to a time where she was not surrounded by the clockwork creations. They had been some of the only company back then…

"Cy! You're back!"

Cyrielle had turned and looked up the nearby flight of stairs. Standing up there was a younger individual -- her baby brother, Hamignant. He had a big grin on his face, and his hair had been mussed up surely from his own foray of running around the island to discover all the different secrets like she and Fleur did. In one of his hands, he had a bug net.

Smiling in response, Cyrielle adjusted the bag on her shoulder and waved up at him. "Sure am! You know where mother and father are?"

At the question, Hamignant leaned the bug net on the nearby railing, huffed, and folded his arms over his chest. It was hard to tell from where she was, but Cyrielle could swear that his brow had furrowed in annoyance.

"Some company came over…mum and dad have been with them for the better part of the day," Hamignant replied, frowning. "Some people from the Steppe."

At that, Cyrielle's own expression had fallen. Exhaling a low and silent sigh, she then asked, "do you know who?"

"Nuh-uh… There was a lady in yellow like the Oronir wear. Then there was also a man in red like the Mol…" Hamignant recalled, shaking his head momentarily. He started coming down the stairs, continuing: "mother and father told me to go ahead and explore the island near the mammets. I was catching some bugs."

Cyrielle hummed in thought. It had not been often that she had gone to the Steppe of her own volition. Not since their parents had taken them there when they were just a few summers younger than Hamignant. Representatives from the Oronir usually concerned the whole Steppe since they had been back in general power as the most powerful tribe. Thinking of that, she then asked, "well…has Fleur come back from her trip to Ul'dah?"

"No. She hasn't come back yet…"

Raising a hand to her chin in thought, Cyrielle soon shrugged it off with a small sigh. She would have to worry about it all later. She watched Hamignant make his way down the rest of the stairs before she took her bag and swung it around in front of her. Putting a smile on her face, she opened it and rummaged around, saying in a somewhat singsong tone: "we won't worry too much about that, then. Because guess what? While I was away in Ala Mhigo, I got you something~!"

Hamignant audibly gasped.

"Delights!? Did you bring back Ala Mhigan delights!?" Hamignant hopped from one foot to the next watching his older sister fish out a steel tin that had been painted red and gold. His eyes nearly shimmered with glee as a wide smile spread across his face. "You did, you did!"

"I did!" Cyrielle happily confirmed, popping the lid off and offering her younger brother his pick of the bunch. She watched as he plucked two of the rosy, sugared cubes and popped one into his mouth immediately with a hum of joy.

A moment passed where Cyrielle looked back behind her at the aetheryte shard that was used to teleport back onto the island. Her expression faltered somewhat, wondering if everything had been alright in Ul'dah. Normally, Fleurette had been the one to come back earlier than usual from meetings or requests to see about whatever political movements or meetings necessitated the Warrior of Light's presence or representation. Fleur had more of a penchant for that sort of thing, it felt like…

It had been unfortunate that it seemed political figureheads from the Steppe had taken it upon themselves to visit, potentially. Especially where their father had been concerned. Cyrielle could imagine him already: that stoney expression on his face, arms folded over his chest, and the restraint of wanting to run his problems through with Nidhogg. It would have been comical were it not for the rising need of their presence to attend separate meetings and events.

Cyrielle had only assumed as such since it was rare that they ever had visitors from any other tribes of the Steppe that were not of Sagahl. Anyone that had not been family had usually been either close friends of the family, or someone wanting something from the Warrior of Light in some capacity.

… Would that Cyrielle could oblige that much. Alas, it never seemed like she nor Fleur had their mother's raw strength, aether capacity, nor endurance. Sometimes they could stand toe to toe with their father, though that seemed to have been residual power of the actual Nidhogg of the Thousand Year War that had tied itself to their very aether. That had been…fun… Their father had been very particular about keeping their emotions in check, as had their mother.

"Hey, Hami…" Cyrielle started. "Do you ever want to be like mother or father?"

"Hm?" Hamignant chewed on his delight while thinking about the question. "I don't know. I guess they're both legendary, aren't they? But they haven't really done a lot of legendary things that I've seen."

Cyrielle chuckled softly. "No, I suppose they never really did when Fleur and I were your age, too…"

Hamignant was twelve summers Cyrielle and Fleurette's junior when it came to their age. Now at twenty and four summers, both Cyrielle and Fleurette had a taste for the adventuring lifestyle, but also more maturity when it concerned everything that ensured the peace that had been a slow process -- even when they barely understood it in summers past. Cyrielle kind of hoped that Hamignant did not hold their obligations against them.

"It's just a lot of talking, isn't it?" Hamignant said, pouting as he popped the other delight in his mouth. "Mum and father usually always have such meetings with these other old people that just want to talk about things that make no sense! They don’t do anything fun when those people are around."

"It'll make sense in time, Hami…" Cyrielle assured him. "Fleurette and I didn't always get it ourselves…but now that we do, trust me when I say that mum and dad just want what's best for all of us. Even if it feels like they don't. Night knows Fleurette and I got mad and frustrated when it felt like they ignored us or swept us aside to tend to other things…"

Finding a spot on the stairs, Cyrielle pat the empty space next to her. Hamignant went to sit beside Cyrielle, tapping the soles of his boots against the stone walkway. They idled in silence for a bit before Hamignant took up the tin and opened it for another delight.

Remembering his bug net, Cyrielle then asked: “so… You catch any interesting bugs at least?”

“Oh, yeah!” Hamignant had pulled his own, smaller bag out in front of him and pulled out a journal. He flipped it open and showed Cyrielle one of the newer pages that had been filled out with his drawings. They certainly were not on par with their mother’s, but Cyrielle had been really good at parsing out what his drawings were based on the colors and shapes he generally used. However, the newer drawings had definitely shown improvement since the last time she had seen anything he was willing to show her.

“Wow, look at that, you’re getting a lot better at that,” Cyrielle commented. She then smiled, pointing at the pink and white drawing. “You got to see an orchid mantis? That’s pretty rare -- especially so close to the workshops and granaries.”

“Mhm!” Hamignant then pointed to a speckled bug with green, black, and red markings. “I saw this one, too! I think mama called them painter bugs because they look like little bits of paint.”

“And you didn’t touch it, right?”

“No way! I haven’t forgotten about what mama said: they stink if they’re scared…”

“Okay, good. You know, Fleur and I learned that the hard way?” Cyrielle said, chuckling slightly.

“We learned what the hard way?” came a new voice. Up the stairs from the beach had been Fleurette walking through the pathways that connected the workshops together. Her long hair had been tied back into a bun, though the way she carried herself seemed to speak to the fact that she was incredibly tired.

“Hami was just showing me some of the bugs he found,” Cyrielle replied, not answering the question. She nudged Hamignant gently and said, “do you want to show Fleur, too?”

Getting up from his spot, Hamignant quickly jogged up to Fleurette and showed her his drawings.

“Oh..! You’re getting better at this!” Fleurette said, blinking as she looked over the different colored sketches on the page. “But I see now…you got to see one of those painter bugs, huh? Cyrielle and I came home after catching some, and mother took one sniff of our hands and made us wash them with soap and vinegar before we could even think about eating dinner that night.”

Hamignant made a face at that before closing his journal and tucking it back into his bag.

“I don’t know that mum and dad are going to have dinner ready tonight, though…” Hamignant mentioned before he told Fleur what he had told Cyrielle regarding the island visitors.

A sigh had fallen from Fleurette’s lips as she pushed some stray locks of hair from her face. She shook her head and then placed her hands upon her hips. “Well, then I’ll leave them to it. I’m not really interested in jumping from one meeting into the next. Mum and dad can surely handle themselves when it comes to the Steppe’s affairs…”

“Kind of my thought on it, too,” Cyrielle admitted with a nonchalant shrug to her shoulders. She then got up from her seat on the stairs and walked toward the other two. “Honestly, I’d rather see if we can find a place where we can wait for their guests to leave before going back to the house.”

“The treehouse, then?” Fleurette suggested. “Honestly, I’d like to just call it a day, but I’m not going to get dragged into any of the Steppe troubles if I can help it.”

“Do you both…hate the Steppe?” Hamignant asked, peering between his sisters curiously.

“Ugh…” Cyrielle groaned and frowned. “It’s not that we hate it. The general…culture is just something we never grew up with. We don’t know it like mother does. Our thoughts and opinions are typically regarded as being born of ignorance. Mother’s done all she could to teach us what she knows, but…I can’t see us ever really going back unless it was dire…”

“Doesn’t help that it sometimes feels like there are those that don’t necessarily agree with us merely for being half-auri and half-elezen. It’s hard to feel like we’re necessarily wanted to give any actual input. Mother gets the recognition we don’t,” Fleurette said. She sighed and folded her arms over her chest. “I think that’s why mum and dad don’t really go out of their way to bring you to the Steppe themselves, Hami. They already saw how we had typically been regarded that they probably just don’t want you to go through the same thing.”

“Well, I don’t really want to go to the Steppe…” Hamignant said, though he had not sounded indignant over the fact. He merely seemed to have been wanting to share that was his thought. He continued with, “I actually thought maybe going to Sharlayan would be nice. Mama said that Alphi and Ali studied there and were able to learn a whole bunch of things. Mama even told me about Labyrinthos at one point! I want to learn about more wildlife and plants there, where they have a whole bunch to study!”

“Huh…” Fleurette glanced over at Cyrielle who only met her gaze with a shrug. Looking back at Hamignant, Fleurette gave a small scoff before asking, “well…next time one of us has something to do in Sharlayan, want to come along?”

Hamignant’s eyes lit up immediately.

“You mean it? You’d let me come along!?”

“Well yeah, of course! As long as mum and dad were okay with it. Besides, how often do you get to see your amazing older sisters, eh?” Cyrielle asked, smirking as she placed her hands on her hips. “Pending on who goes, we can take you to the Noumenon, the Last Stand…uh…”

“There’s always the Studium, too,” Fleurette brought up. “If you’re serious about wanting to learn, that’s where you’d want to end up if you’re looking to become a student there.”

“Did you two study there?”

“Oh, Night, no,” Cyrielle laughed, waving her hand dismissively. “After mum and dad taught us a number of things about being a dragoon or using red magic, we actually went ahead and signed up for the Adventurers’ Guild in Limsa Lominsa. When was that…when we were about ten and six summers, wasn’t it?”

“About that. Shortly before our nameday at the time,” Fleurette said. She adjusted her own satchel and started walking, however, toward the direction of the treehouse that had been mentioned, waving a hand in the meantime. “Anyroad! I’m tired, and I want to get off my feet. I’ll see you at the hideout!”

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv #ffxiv writing #my writing #ffxiv oc #oc: bayarmaa / cyrielle varlineau #oc: chotan / fleurette varlineau #oc: esenaij / hamignant varlineau #future au #was going to do something else #but i kind of wanted to explore the cinnamon kiddos' dynamic with one another #i also committed to giving the cinnamon ship a son without rng determining it for me #because it was criminal of me to not have given both esenaij and hamignant their siblings' respects

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