Limsa Lominsa - Main Aetheryte Plaza
Snow fell on the docks, as a cloaked figure looked upon children playing on the deck of the Aetheryte, illuminated by Starlight lanterns and magicked decorations. She learned of Starlight during her training, essential knowledge of Eorzean culture and terminology. Her violet eyes scanned the children smiling and running around their parents, as memories of the past resurfaced.
A large camp spread amid a wide open-steppes, family and relative huddled together, their bodies and spirits warmed by each other’s presence. Many of their tribe gathered together during such difficult times, to pool resources and coordinate the tribe’s survival during the harsh winter of the steppes. Within, she remembered wrapped in a blanket of fur, huddled and teasing with her siblings.
Back in the present, she look heavenward, the snow drifting down as if fragments of the past flicker in her mind’s eye. Reflections of reckless youths racing on the steppes, the wind blowing their hair and the dawn’s light reflecting the luster of their dark scales. Memories of herds of horses and pack animals moving as a stream, a river, thundering across the steppes amid the calls and laughter of her kin.
Her horns shudder and her eyes glance earthward, within her poncho, clutched a coat. A stolen coat, but she stole many things since the world stole everything from her. As the snow continued to fall, she held the piece of clothing close to her chest and felt the warmth of the past wrap around her. They said that the Saint of Nymeia would give anything to the worthy; however, she was no longer innocent nor without sin. Yet she still desired one thing within her heart.
“Happy… Starlight, Big Sis Qaratai…,†she whispered.
Snow fell on the docks, as a cloaked figure looked upon children playing on the deck of the Aetheryte, illuminated by Starlight lanterns and magicked decorations. She learned of Starlight during her training, essential knowledge of Eorzean culture and terminology. Her violet eyes scanned the children smiling and running around their parents, as memories of the past resurfaced.
A large camp spread amid a wide open-steppes, family and relative huddled together, their bodies and spirits warmed by each other’s presence. Many of their tribe gathered together during such difficult times, to pool resources and coordinate the tribe’s survival during the harsh winter of the steppes. Within, she remembered wrapped in a blanket of fur, huddled and teasing with her siblings.
Back in the present, she look heavenward, the snow drifting down as if fragments of the past flicker in her mind’s eye. Reflections of reckless youths racing on the steppes, the wind blowing their hair and the dawn’s light reflecting the luster of their dark scales. Memories of herds of horses and pack animals moving as a stream, a river, thundering across the steppes amid the calls and laughter of her kin.
Her horns shudder and her eyes glance earthward, within her poncho, clutched a coat. A stolen coat, but she stole many things since the world stole everything from her. As the snow continued to fall, she held the piece of clothing close to her chest and felt the warmth of the past wrap around her. They said that the Saint of Nymeia would give anything to the worthy; however, she was no longer innocent nor without sin. Yet she still desired one thing within her heart.
“Happy… Starlight, Big Sis Qaratai…,†she whispered.
