Hydaelyn Role-Players

For more background on Yehmiya see my WIP Profile from the Wiki: https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages...ya_Faolain

OOC:This will be a collection of moments from Yehmiya's past and present. Many stories and feelings. Happy reading!!!

||Memories in the Rain||

I was born on the 2nd Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon. It was said that the moment I was born, it started to rain. My mother passed away. My adoptive hyur mother Colette said, it was my mother's tears from not being able to see me. I sometimes wonder what life would be like if she survived. I wonder if life would be different.

On one hand, I prefer warm sunny days that soothe my soul and remind me to keep living on. On the other hand, rainy days..remind me of the past. The rain reminds me of the people who are no longer of this world. As it rains as I run this errand today, I remembered all the loved ones I lost in the past. 

Recently I found a clue to my past. It is a puzzle that I have been trying to solve for years. I knew bits and pieces of me mother from Colette who worked with her in the Weaver's Guild in Ul'dah. My adoptive family used to live in Ul'dah. Declan, my adoptive father tended to travel, but his older sibling was a well off and established man in Ul'dah, so they had a very nice place to stay in. Unfortunately that is not the case for many in Ul'dah.

I often walk around Ul'dah wondering if the tribe my parents were apart of walked these streets and wonder if there is anyone still around. I know my mother is no longer of this world, but my father is drawing a big blank. I do not know if he lives.

Recently I found a book while helping a customer who says he is a friend. I try not to easily call someone a friend, but Grissom is a kind person despite me thinking he was a thief at first. The book made me wonder what if there is a connection. The name of the author was I'yeh Nunh. My name is very similar to his. It made me wonder, so I wrote to Declan...my adoptive father who I avoided when I closed myself off to the world when my adoptive mother Colette was murdered.

He wrote back today which is why all these memories are coming back now. He asked me to forgive him for him being distant and cold towards me during a difficult time. His reaction to Colette's death led him to avoid home and work all the time as he couldn't bare to be in their homely house in the Black Shroud without his loving wife. I think I shall write him back with some gil for him and ask him to visit Amelia my adoptive sister and her husband Devin as they have their hands filled with twins! Can you believe it? Her first child is not one, but two...double the trouble I say!

Most importantly, he told me that he learned from Colette that my father and mother wanted to name me I'miya, but upon my mother's dying wishes she told Colette to raise me as their own and to make me a member of their family, but name me I'yehmiya in honor of my father. My father is named I'yeh!! Can you believe it...of all books I could of found...I found one written by him. I feel like I am getting closer to more answers about who I really am.

Unfortunately, Declan did clarify that the tribe I came from were staying in Ul'dah, but he knows not of what happened. The tribe was not well off, but they managed to survive modestly. He said there was some kind of inner rift between my father and another, but he knows not of the outcome of such things as he was never told. I secretly hope that he still lives, but I know now that that might not be the case...

If he lived, wouldn't he of found me by now?

I am one puzzle piece closer, but there are still pieces missing that tug at my soul.

Today, it rained a great deal. You will never be forgotten loved ones, especially the ones that I have never met...

||Love and Conjury||

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I was young and alone at 23 years old as I left my sister and brother-in-law's home. I was afraid of the very world I was stepping into. The fear that I would face my end still stuck in the back of my mind. I studied a great deal before I went out into the world. Amelia and Devlin thought the best solution was to find me a gentleman, but it just didn't feel right.

Little did I know, I would be stumbling upon a gentleman I fancied more than the ones that they carefully and thoughtfully tried to pair me up with, but it was one-sided to the very end. He did not know of my feelings and saw me as his 'little sister' and we were teacher and student.

His name was Gwydion. He was a 27 year old with wild red hair and emerald eyes who was handy with a sword and a staff. We met in the Conjurer's guild in Gridania as I wished to learn. A more experienced, but novice conjurer Esperanza Moon introduced me to him as he was her 'teacher' and apart of the free company she was apart of. Gwydion met me one day and warmly took me under his wing. I became a fixture in the Azul Moon headquarters and they nicknamed me 'Little Faol' because Gwydion was quite social and he discovered my old nickname from my brother-in-law Devin and he joked that it fit well. Apparently he often filled orders for Gwydion. Just like his red hair, he seemed to always be the center of attention. He always had time for me and was my greatest teacher.

The last memory I have of him, is sad, but it reminds me of how loving he was to everyone...


A hyur gentleman with long wild messy flame red hair that went down to his chin and emerald eyes stared at Yehmiya with a gentle smile.  It was Teacher Gwydion after all, a man that Yehmiya greatly admired and looked up to. He wore a simple grey robe and a long wooden staff could be seen from the back. He waved to her, "There's my little faol!"

Her gentle azul eyes met his as she batted her eyes nervously. She held her wooden cane staff stiffly in her hands.

Gwydion walked closer and pulled her in for a hug, "Oh my dear little faol, do not worry. I don't think we should of taken you out yet after what happened to Esperanza..."

Yehmiya blushed a bit, but wrapped her arms around him, "Teacher Gwydion...I feel so powerless. If you weren't there...we would of all been killed...I need more training." A tear fell down her cheek.

Gwydion patted her back lovingly, "The only way to learn is from experience." He looked at her with seriousness her in eyes, "You are great when it comes to learning from books, but in order to truly master something one needs to step out..." He sighs, "Unfortunately...that means taking risks Miya."

Yehmiya pulled away and sat on the dirt ground near the camp as she curled up into a ball sighing and tearing up, "I rather stay inside and read all day instead."

Gwydion looked down at her and explained, "You will will be powerless forever unless you practice. I see potential in you..."

Yehmiya looked up at him solemnly, "Esperanza was talented, but look where that brought her."

Gwydion leaned closer and shook his head, "Sometimes fate is cruel. She was on a dangerous mission. Unfortunately...in our line of work as hired hands...this can happen."

Gwydion sits down next to her and looks at her closely, "Esperanza would of wanted you to smile Miya. She was a noble lady...who served us well. I know you have faced lots of deaths in your life....they may disappear." He pats his chest for a brief moment and continues, "They live in on...in our hearts."

Yehmiya nods and stops sniffling, "I hope I can honor thee well with a long and happy life."

Gwydion gets up and puts his hand out, "Then let us start Miss Faol by..eating and drinking...in honor of our lost comrades!"

Yehmiya puts her hand into his and he pulls her up. She lets out a weak smile, "Ah well I can't say no to food."

Gwydion smirked, "It is the key to this lasses heart am I right?"

Yehmiya nodded as she put her hand down at her side letting go of his, "You know me well teacher. Just...for drinks."

Gwydion chuckled, "I know...I'll make sure the brew you are given is weak."

Yehmiya blushed, "Last time...a fellow company member...gave me a strong drink just on purpose!"

Gwydion's eyes widened in shock, "They must of heard the rumors...and wanted to see."

Yehmiya's eyes narrowed and she twitched a bit, "Sometimes people can be...quite noisy!"

They walked off into the hall chattering and brainstorming about foods they wanted to eat.....

That was the last fond and loving memory I had of him. He died a year later before I could ever gain the courage to confess my true feelings to him. The day I got my first chocobo...I named him in honor of this man. A man who was loving, kind, and noble. Gwydion...Gwee for short became my best companion.

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He taught me that the best way to honor past loved ones is the keep them in your heart and live a happy and long life. Instead of closing yourself off to the world, find more reasons to smile...


I hope to be as strong as he was someday. He was my greatest teacher who taught me how to love and heal. He gave me the 'power' I never thought I had. No longer to I feel as powerless as I did in the closet as a 12 year old as my adoptive mother was attacked and murdered...

|The Gentlemen in Yellow|

Upon a venture to a dungeon, I came across the three most unusual yellow garbed gentleman with yellow cones on their heads. I was greeted with a, "White Mage? Why are ye not yellow?" But we four ventured deep into the dungeon fighting foes and collecting materials, but then at one point they stopped and continued to circle around me endlessly.

I tried to talk to them, but they did not speak anymore. They continued to circle around and around with their weapons out at me in silent dead seriousness. Then a flashing light appeared and I awoke to find myself in my bed.

What in twelves name was that dream about?

It reminds me quite of the way I was treated as a child when I tried to play with my sister Amelia's friends. Children tend to point out the obvious differences about each other like being short or tall..but I was a miqo'te and they were hyurs. The worst was when younger children would pull my ears thinking they weren't real or even worse...petting me. I wonder if the dream has anything to do with those feelings.

I have to say...their fashion taste was quite...bland and silly. What a wild dream.