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Camp Dragonhead
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Result: "Things That Squeak”
To the Secretary, Lord Rosaire Ledigne, very humble greetings and fervent prayers for your health and that of Lady Gwenneth and Lady Alysse. As your Lordship instructed, I write now to let you wit how it was that the recent troubles at Greenfeather were resolved.
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Timelapsearoundtheworld on Instagram: “A sea of clouds in this timelapse I took last year from the Lagazuoi. I’m waiting for the snow and the magician light of the winter… .…”
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Fears - Hyacinthe Aubeheraut
Bold any fears which apply to your muse.
Italicize what makes them uncomfortable.
the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten
… and most of all, SIN
Tagged By: @elegant-etienne and @halonic. Also Etienne kindly tagged me in an appearance/style meme which I tried to do but failed because I DONT KNOW WHAT CLOTHES ARE, APPARENTLY. TwT;;;
Tagging: @mostdangerouspotato @theseventhdawn @kukurubean @houseshadowstar and anyone who hasn’t done and would like to! (I’M SO SLOW… HELP…)
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Morning at Lagos di Braies
Source: louisdachsel | Instagram | Prints
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Coerthas Central Highlands
I want to talk a lot, but there are times when I feel uneasy as to whether it is wrong. Is not there a better way to do that? Thanks for watching always!
お恥ずかしい話ですが、勉強不足というのを今になって身に染みております。トホホ。
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Foggy alpine meadow by Max Feingold
An old friend’s flight, II
Leonne had not much seen the Secretary since her first day in the capital; she'd spoken with him briefly during his inspection of the Greenfeather Farm, and he'd written her plenty of notes containing his instructions (and ornamented, multisyllabic words) over the past several moons, but this interview -- the reason for this, her second visit to Ishgard -- was the first time she was to meet with him privately.
That on its own gave her nerves enough to seize on; after she spent half a bell lost in the city's winding streets, she was fit to collapse. Yet despite her tardiness, he was, as ever, warmly solicitous, alarmingly polite, and full of questions about her health and that of Madam Louanne and, with a casualness she marked, of her brothers, if any of them had happened to write.
"Hyacinthe is well," she answered slowly, "in Limsa Lominsa again, briefly. But Mathis and Donat, ah -- they are busy, I suppose, and..."
He didn't push her when she trailed off; she was thankful but unsurprised, for as idle as his curiosity outwardly seemed, she knew his interest in the two elder brothers could not compare to his interest in the younger. "Well then, if all's well, my heart shall be easy." The foot of his cane tapped on the cobblestone. "Shall we be off? The fellow I'd have you meet is just through here."
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Letter to Leonne
It wasn’t so very long after a certain accidental meeting that a knock sounded at the door of Apartment Five. Standing there, however, was not the young woman who was intending to call that day, but rather the lean shape of a Hyuran man with a crooked, almost bashful smile on his freckled face beneath a shock of short-cropped, sandy-blond hair stuck up in every direction, as if no comb nor oils could take on the challenge – a disheveled appearance in contrast to the smart green doublet and heavy cape he wore; clothing bearing the arms of…some house or another, it would seem.
Under one arm was tucked some bulky thing, wrapped against the unpredictable weather of the moon. In his other hand was clutched a letter.
“Beg pardon, ma’am,” he said with a stooped bow. Though no taller than many Elezen women, he carried himself as if in anticipation of a bumped head at any moment. He straightened, though, to hand over his burdens…and to flash some gesture at a similarly dressed Elezen gentleman impatiently waiting down the way.
The bundle, it turns out, was a promised cloak-on-loan; a practical thing of black wool that, despite being clean, showed its little signs of loving wear here-and-there – traveler as it had been.
As for the letter, it was sealed up by an unremarkable circle of plain white wax, and smelled very faintly of something floral. It read:
What a shock for Leonne Gardet when she learned, in discussion with her dorm-mates, that the warm and kindly Madam Gwenneth who'd befriended her in the Institute offices, put her at ease and then lent her a cloak -- her own cloak!? -- when the old and battered one she’d taken from her husband’s house at last disintegrated, was no ordinary employee of the Institute like she but the very Chairwoman, the lady Ledigne; and what opportunity to savor her shock and embarrassment when the lord and lady departed for their holiday in the south.
How mortifying, she thought; what a country bumpkin they must think I am. Yet she could not renege on the offer she'd made, especially after the trouble taken to find her an oven, especially after the loan of the cloak. So she screwed her courage to the sticking-place and, on the day of the Ledignes' scheduled return, made her way to the threshold of the Arbeau home, arms full of precious ingredients purchased with her first paycheck.
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Traveling with no destination
The new job.
A sensible woman would never journey across Coerthas during the First Astral Moon. She ought to pass that sacred moon of Halone safely indoors, stooped over an oven or needle and thread, venturing no further through the snows than to her pew at Church, to pray for the spring to swiftly come. But then, events had proved Leonne Gardet to be nowhere near as sensible as she had always thought herself, and her feet -- which once, unbelievably, tread on new, thick boot soles -- had carried her far further than that.
Past the Church, past the fields, a good distance in King Thordan's footprints before an astonished wagon driver let her sit on the sacks in the back, over Griffin Crossing and north, north into the cold that bit with every malm a little deeper. He told her to disembark at the Locks and later at Dragonhead; if she'd had sense, she'd have listened, and not been on her knees digging out the wheels as the sun disappeared behind the mountains and every glint in the distance took on the appearance of a wolf's gleaming eyes. But she didn't, and they weren't, and at last they battered down the final, broken setts of Haldrath's March, all three of them -- chocobo, man, and woman -- wan with sleepless eyes, presenting themselves to the Temple Knights and gazing up -- with hunger, numbness, or awe -- at the towering height of the Gates of Judgment.
Her knees were trembling.
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Rosaire to Hyacinthe, on the Institute
To the good Hyacinthe Aubeheraut, squire, care of Master Giroux Sauveterre, Scholar and Arcanist of Limsa Lominsa, be this letter delivered with all care and discretion.
Right worthy sir, I humbly recommend me unto you, hoping to hear of your continued good health and success in your enterprises. I wait in hope of news that you may be sometime returned to our beloved city, where, if it should please you, your tenants would be most glad to greet you and to offer hospitality to you and any party.
For please it you to wit that we are embarked upon a new venture for the hopeful benefit of Coerthas, one for which I would much value your insight and mayhap, if it can be hoped, your participation, so that we may benefit from your early experience and familial connections. For though I am no man of the Coerthan countryside, I have been witness to the suffering of our people there since the Calamity, and many years prayed that the snows would relent; but as they yet have not, and no more am I now called upon to serve Ishgard in the Crusade, I may now join effort to prayer, and use my skills and connections to aid our pastoralists and farmers.
A short letter at last arrives at the Ledignes' address, written in an extremely tense, unnatural hand. Some words are a little misaligned, carved with excessive pressure into the page, while a few small ink spots here and there betray a certain clumsiness of execution, although the letter is almost entirely devoid of crossings-out… explained, perhaps, by the impressions of previous drafts that left faint traces on this one.
To the Right Worshipfull Lord Rosaire Ledigne of — be this letter delivered.
Right Worshipfull Sir, I greet you well, and make salute to you and your Lady Wife. And may it please you to wit that I have rec e i ved and understood your last letter regarding your corpora t i on. And whereas the Scholar Naturalist who I am assigned by my Liege House Ha il l enarte to body guard is soon to be sent to the eastern edge of Aldenard I can not well part i c i pate in your sch e m e on account of the distance, I will pass word of it to him so that if it comes to pass that he is abel to donate a sp e ci men to your effort, he may, if it please him. And my brothers being oc cu pyed in the low lands by their own farms as you know, they can not be of use to your effort either. But my sister who has lived in Millers Glade has in deed suffered the conse q u e n c e of the Calamity. Wherefore I pray you consider the ac cept ance of her a p p lica t i on when she reaches the City to make it, for I much will you do so.
I further will you to give my apologys to your Lady Wife, for we leve on that as si g nment imediately, and so I can not call in the City at this time.
No more to you, but Halone keep you and your Lady Wife. Written at — in LanN o s c e a the —th day of the —th moon . By Hyacinthe Aubeheraut.
(( and @rose-in-the-stone :3c ))
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Blue Stars
Watercolor and Gouache On Paper
2016, 8″x 8″
Marguerite Daisies
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