Conflux, Pt. 10
Conflux, Pt. 10
“A tavern…on the ship. I’m not sure the ships of Limsa have a dedicated area to drink. Granted, pirates tend to just drink wherever…”
The Commander chuckled and took a sip of her drink. “Do you always talk so much when you’re nervous?”
Stormy giggled, while Anafenza just tilted her head. “I’m…I’m sorry?”
“You’re in an unknown place, drinking after your life was in danger, on the eve of your life either being in more danger or the threat of you being stranded. It’s ok to be scared.” She took another drink. “We are too…”
Ana just shook her head. “I think I’m more just overwhelmed. I’d imagined other worlds, and I’ve heard stories but…this experience? Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I’d meet other aspects of myself. Or, rather…” She paused, frowning and looking away. “You’re not me.”
The women looked at each other with concerned expressions. Stormy finally reached forward, putting a hand softly on Ana’s back. “I…don’t think that’s true.”
“I’m not Jessika. Jessielle. Whatever her name was, she was the missing aspect of you, not me.” Anafenza shook her head. “I feel…guilty that I denied you the opportunity to meet her.”
The Commander shook her head. “That may be…but you’re you. And you still have that piece of her inside you that connects you to us. You’re one of us now.”
Stormy smiled and nodded, then wrapped her arms around the smaller auri and hugged her tight. “And we’re going to miss you a lot. I wish we could have gotten to know each other better.” She let go of Anafenza with a small giggle. “Without the threat of looming erasure from existence hanging over our heads.”
Anafenza and the Commander rolled their eyes. Ana continued. “I’m serious though…”
“It happened a long time ago,” the Commander countered. “And you weren’t in control. It’s sad, and I won’t lie, we both didn’t want to trust you initially. But, what you did? The connection you have to us, to your Jessika? It helped save us.”
Anafenza took a drink. “I wish I knew how to control it all better.” She shook her head. “She was a warrior. She could use these powers. And then the two of you.” She nodded to the Commander. “Captain of a…a ship in space. A leader, in the middle of a war, protecting your people. And you,” she put her hands on top of Stormy’s wrapped around her and squeezed. “You can make it rain wherever you please. You’re a hero, protecting the innocent.” She shook her head. “I bake sweets and cook breakfasts. The last time I tried to pick up a sword, I no longer felt as if it were an extension of me. I feel off balance…”
“What, that large sword you were holding in the cave?”
Anafenza glanced over her shoulder at the blue woman. “I beg your pardon?”
“When you allowed more aether to flow out of you,” the Commander continued for Stormy. “A large sword appeared from nowhere in your hands. We assumed it was part of this aether you store, connected to your Jess.”
Anafenza shook her head. “If I did…I didn’t do it by trying. This is news to me.”
The other two women glanced at each other in some confusion. Finally, Stormy gave the auri girl another quick squeeze, and Ana felt her plant a kiss on the back of her head. “Maybe it’s this ‘bloodvine’ power you received? Maybe that’s why normal weapons don’t feel right anymore; because you have a weapon inside you now instead.” She let Anafenza go so the woman could sit back up, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and bringing her into a side embrace. “I’m sure you could learn to use that to help…”
The Commander nodded. “I didn’t exactly earn my command in a traditional sense; I was selfish, trying to protect another ship that had my friends on it. The rest of the command crew was dead – they’d been killed by, well…it’s hard to explain what they are.” She blushed apologetically. “Unless you can imagine zombie-like creatures that are part man, part machine?”
Ana shook her head. “Not really…”
“The Borg. It’s not too important; what matters is that, when another ship was in danger, a ship I knew had my two closest friends on it, I risked my ship and the survivors on board to defend my friends.” She shook her head. “It was stupid, and it went against all sound judgement…but I was rewarded for rescuing that ship. And I was given the Rafale.” She sighed. “Sometimes, when we don’t expect to or maybe for the worst of reasons…we find that we have that strength, that power, inside us. I’m sure you have the same, Anafenza of the Ejinn.” She smiled encouragingly, raising her glass. Stormy did the same, and Ana joined after a moment. “To your future adventures, Ana. We know you’ll do amazing things.”
Anafenza smiled, grateful. The women tapped their glasses together and then downed the drinks. Stormy giggled as she put her glass down, then tugged on Anafenza’s hands. “Let’s go dance, c’mon!”
The Commander watched as they left the quiet confines of the Captain’s “VIP section” of the ship’s bar, otherwise known as “Hurricane Hal’s”. As the doors opened to let them out, the bass and high notes of the electronic music blared in from the outside bar, and she watched the two women join the small gathering of crew on the floor of the Category 7 club.
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Absolutely terrifying.
This Journal is Earning its Keep...
I don’t know if he felt the same way. I know for me it was...odd? To just hold a conversation with...some disinterest? To not focus on his voice and just his words?
And to not act like anything happened, and yet for it to be apparent that it was not ok? I think I make sense. I know what I mean, shut up.
Lyta is Lyta. That she has lovers has always been constant. I wish I could know what it is about her. But so does Kahlua. Anzu. Sasari. Wicked white, even Kaoru now, they have someone they are seeing romantically. Not sure why that bothers me...
What is it about me? Why am I unlovable? What do they see about me that I can’t see? What is it about them that I cannot be?
Is it this scar? Is Suzume right? I killed that woman, and now I’m the monster? And they all see it in me?
Dream Journal 7
Aenc tyr
And now I can hardly remember the rest of the dream, dammit all. Bright sunlight steaming down through breaks in the trees. And that damnable tree was there too, darkness pouring from it as usual.
There were giggles and high-pitches laughter. Those two words repeated again and again.
It’s fading faster this time. Perhaps this really was just a dream. The other two women, the blue-skins, were there as well. And a voice, begging... open the gate?
I can’t remember any more. Aenc tyr
I need to borrow a few of the books from the library, I think…
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A Guide to Sleeping With Anafenza
- She sleeps in a bathtub. She has a very large tub in her room, with a small hammock installed in it for her to sleep on. Being Ejinn, she’s able to hold her breath for very extended lengths, so even rolling in her sleep won’t immediately wake her up or cause her to panic from a lack of breath. Sleeping in the water reminds her of sleeping on the banks of the Great River with her family.
- She loves to snuggle. Despite the “water” bed, she also keeps a small mattress and blankets in another corner of the room for when she has company. She is already a very affectionate and contact-seeking individual, and the trend carries over into sleep (in the event she’s lucky enough to have someone wanting to sleep with her).
- She has vivid dreams. Sometimes they wake her; sometimes she stays asleep through the whole ordeal, sometimes believing these even visited other locations because of the clarity of the dreams. She began keeping a journal of her dreams, and will quickly record the events of her dreams in the journal before she forgets them.
- She can’t sleep on her back. Between the horns and her powerful tail, Anafenza is down-right pained when she’s on her back, and will avoid sleeping in that position by any means. On her side is ok as long as she has a pillow to support her neck, but mostly she sleeps on her stomach as a result (unless she’s in her tub; the hammock is easier to sleep on her back in).
- She likes to nap frequently. With all the exercise she gets swimming, Anafenza will nap throughout the day as well, which also means she rarely will sleep for a full six to eight bells: she just doesn’t need to given the sleep schedule she maintains.
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Dream Journal 8
Another song is being heard! First this woman came to the Tower for help saying her son was acting differently, and then suddenly he was hearing a song. I was overcome with dread, but I had to ask what it sounded like. She hummed a little of it – it’s not the same song.
The song I hear is mournful, but this one she hummed was very different. I was glad to hear it was different, but honestly I do not know why I would have been so terrified. I have heard this song in my dreams for years now, ever since that day I ki-
Ever since I killed that woman And took this scar Bardam’s horn the song is connected to the scar! How didinotknowthisfromthestartimsuchanidiotwhatiswrongwithme?!!?!?!
More alarming is that Lyta also hears this music. And the kid is missing. I forgot to write that too. I’m worried about Lyta going missing now. We practiced the White Flame again and Lyta asked me to show everyone how to do it, and I did it! I was really proud!
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