Do Not Ask Me To Calm Down; Storms Were Literally Born To Rage.

Dream Journal 12

Woke up to kiratai shaking me roughly    I was talking in my sleep and I sounded like I was in trouble, so he woke me.  I was the younger girl again, and again I felt as if the wind and rains were at my command.  I wore special armored gloves that made these incredibly strong sounds that could throw grown men through the air.  I was with two other women roaming a…city, I suppose, though I’ve never seen buildings as tall nor constructed in such a fashion…that is, until Ishgard.  I suppose the location could have lent itself to some of my fancy.  I’m going to curl back up with Kirikun now and sleep

 ((Scrawled quickly, in shorthand and sloppy, the follow passage appears on the page, as if Anafenza was once again taking notes hastily))

 There once lived a brave knight.  Full of courage and chivalry and kindness.  He was a knight of Ishgard, a Temple Knight, one of the most respected in the land.  His shield bore no hint of his allegiance, beyond the blue as the skies and white wings.  His devotion was to his country and his countrymen.

But he was young...and as most young men do, he fell in love.  He fell in love with a woman he shouldn't have even known.  She was common; he was valiant.  But he loved her.  And, everyone knew, she loved him as well.  They married.  There was talk, as there should be in Ishgard, but no one truly cared.  They were happy for the knight and his wife.

But the nights in Ishgard are rarely peaceful, and rarely do the knights know peace. gods that sounded amazing when he said that!!

The wyrms attacked one eve, not more than a bell after sundown.  They brought down fire from the heavens, ripping the great stone walls apart with their claws, and eating up women and naughty children  did he really just say naughty children!?  Is this a bedtime story?

The knight fought bravely, as he had every other night.  He fought with a fire his fellow knights hadn't seen before.  He was scarcely the same man.  They said he had something far more important, far more dear to fight for, for his wife, he’d learned, was with child.  With a great, ferocious cry, he thrust his sword into the head of the last dragon.  The battle was won.  Ishgard stood, strong as ever

The knight hurried home, not even bothering to wash his hands of the deeds from that night, his armor crimson with wyrmsblood.

But when he arrived, not a stone was left standing atop another.  All the walls had been felled.  The roof burned away.  And there, in the center of the rubble, lay the knight’s wife, still as the night.

The knight dropped his shield.  His sword he drove into the ground, the only support left for him that night, and he wailed.  He wailed and he cried and he cursed and he prayed and he swore and he hoped and bargained, he said anything he could think and everything he should not...all for the sake of his wife.  

But some bargains are better left unmade...and more still better unpaid…A dark cloud rose from the rubble, shadows dancing inside.  The cloud surrounded the knight and his wife...and in it a voice that said…"Brave knight of Ishgard, we have heard your grief. Tell us, what you would do for our relief?"

"Anything," was his reply.  "You may have my sword, my life.  Please, bring back my wife."  

The voice, it laughed, and then replied.  "On you and on yours, twenty-fold.  We bind you, brave knight, and your sword, and take your oath, your word.”

The cloud grew thicker...it drowned out the light.  The knight fell ill, and then fell asleep.  by the kami I know this cloud!!

The sun rose, the morning came.  The knight awoke, his sword in hand.  It felt heavier now; no longer did it shine in his hand.  He heard a gasp, and a sob of despair.  The knight sat up, looking for where.  

His wife was alive; in the rubble she stood.  But she seemed different somehow, somewhere.  Her eyes seemed dull, her hair darker still.  Her skin far more ashen...her voice trembled, "what did happen?" she asked.

But the knight only stood.  He stared and he wondered and he thanked the gods and the hells...His fair wife was alive, and with him still.  From then on he fought with no purpose, none save for his wife...and the oath he had sworn. They still were in love, and she bore him a daughter.  But the love was not strong, not as it had been, not any longer.  And the knight was reminded of the bargain he'd made, day in and day out...for the monsters had carved it upon the maid.

  Dzamael servant stopped us at the airship docks.  wanted to speak but could not be gone from his master too long.    He had overhead us asking about the house Vignesang, which he is a descendant of!!  He could not speak to the location of Jessika’s family – they’d left decades ago – but he did know the legend of the knight’s wife and told it to us.  I wrote it down above as he spoke…I asked him if this was nothing more than a bedtime story. He laughed,s aying most stories are just truth that’s been forgotten.  Then he pointed at the scales on my side, saying I bore the same mark as the maid – the Bloodvine, the symbol of House Vignesang.  He bade us leave ishgard before an over-zealous inquisitor see it, and then he left.

A typical evening at the Tower, swapping stories and worries at the bar in the lounge.

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Journal Entry 1

It’s been a while since the events that made me want to pick up paper and quill and start this diary.  The scar is still there still seared to my side scales and all like i was born with it.  it burns, sometimes.  I react to events unfolding around me and it stings like it knows what is happening or --- more frieghtening, it remembers ---- events the blind elezen was exposed to

the dreams are less frequent now, thank the gods.  the dark tree in the aether sea --- should I tell Lyta or Kerin??? other dreams come now, Nice dreams.  Memories, they seem like, of another persons life.  I dream about things about teri that i can’t remember ever knowing or doing -- surely theyre dreams yeah?  of course they are

I want to tell Lyta I want to take the pledge and earn my mage name.  Something with the water, of course.  Aqua sounds nice...

Posting again, but do people like doing these? I can stop if no one wants to see it

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SEND ‘🥞’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ABOUT THEIR LIFE. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Pancakes’.

SEND ‘🥓’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMEONE IN THEIR FAMILY. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Bacon’.

SEND ‘☕️’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING THAT KEEPS THEM GOING AND LIVING. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Coffee’.

SEND ‘🍳’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMEONE WHO INSPIRES THEM. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Fried Egg’.

SEND ‘🥘’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT A GROUP OF PEOPLE THEY WANT TO BE AROUND WITH OR ASPIRE TO BE WITH. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Hotpot’.

SEND ‘🍎’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMEONE THEY LOVE/CARE ABOUT/IN LOVE WITH. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Apple’

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i received this anon & i just want to make a point. 

Streaks of ink and tears...

they were there and I walked in and I panicked and I just walked away to go read in peace

is it not enough that they banish me from their friendship.  but then they insist on taking my refuge from me as well?

i will give my gift this starlight and then i will not burden any of them any longer.  no one wants me here anyway

The shark-skin covered journal...

This book belon This is the story all about how my li

Anafenza Eji

Go Away

This is the journal of Anafen

This is the journal of Anafenza Tetheros, of the Ejinn.  I am a protector of the Ivory Tower.  My mission is to protect the lives of the wizards of the Tower.

I’ve already failed.  This is meant to fulfill one means of helping myself come to terms with this betrayal trauma.  I have some confidantes among my friends.  And I have purpose in my daily activities to help distract me.  But writing to this journal - to myself - is the final act Miss Kerin recomended to me.  I have no idea if this is what I’m supposed to do or I’m doing it right but I’m doing it because i hate feeling this way.  That I failed.  That I hurt a dear friend.  That I killed a stranger.  i was used as a weapon and i happily complied.

It wasn’t my fault, at least that’s what Lyta has told me.  Kerin told me.  Kurenai...blames me.  I’m sure others do, too.  I blame me, though I know I shouldn’t...not for the actions I was forced to do, though.  For taking the step and putting myself into that position.  No i didn’t deserve it, but niether did lyta or jessika.

i just wish I knew that this would fix everything

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?