Clover

Um, I have to admit that my favourite RP experience isn't from FFXIV. Not to say I don't enjoy the FFXIV RP; I've just been taking it casually for several reasons (one of them is that this community lacks a common plot, and I haven't been in the mood to make my own like I've done for Bless Online or Blade&Soul), so it hasn't taken over my mind like other RPs have. It's enjoyable and lovely, good to have a nice time, but it's still so casual that it's not the kind of RP my brain has been overwhelmed with. Anyway, there are many moments I've enjoyed in FFXIV, so I can't really pick a favourite.

It took K'mih just a few minutes to find she girl she was looking for. Her lips curved up into a smile, which would disappear just a few seconds later when she noticed K'nahli's gesture. Having sensed that someone was approaching her, the blue haired miqo'te hid her face into her arms, curling up further against herself in a defensive position. K'mih's steps came to a halt right then. Now that they were so close, doubts had nested in her mind. If K'nahli was still affected by the previous day's events, she'd likely not be the most receptive miqo'te. K'mih couldn't help but to look at K'tahjha for a moment, concerned and doubtful, as if her sister was any more prepared than she was to face the archer. No; she'd promised that she'd help her. Even if perhaps this wasn't the best occasion for that, she should at least ask K'nahli if she wouldn't mind talking. After a few seconds, the young girl started walking again, shortening the distance with her cold sister. "K'nahli..." She called her from behind, noticing her own fear; the last thing she wanted was to see anger towards her in her dear sister's eyes. Nervous hands met behind her back, fingers toying with one another as she forced a small and shy smile. "Could we... talk for a moment?"

The pink haired miqo'te took a moment to think about it. As much as she thought she knew K'nahli, the girl was still unpredictable. K'mih was also missing K'nahli's version of the story; she was still unaware of how severe her anger could be, even if she wanted to believe that her sister would be understanding this time. She thought hard about how K'nahli would feel, moving a fist underneath her chin with a troubled and confused expression. She could only imagine K'nahli feeling surrounded if the two of them approached her, but perhaps she'd also take it as a proof of honesty. K'mih wasn't good at solving conflicts, mostly because she didn't tend to get into many. "Maybe you're right, you should come with me then!" She said, following K'tahjha's idea. If K'tahjha thought this way was better, then perhaps it was!

Upon hearing that, K'mih's ears dropped further. Being hated was something she always thought she wouldn't be able to take well, and being the focus of K'nahli's anger must have been one of the worst experiences ever. The girl could only feel sorry for K'tahjha. Perhaps not everything was lost, however. K'mih tried to smile in an attempt to cheer her sister up, albeit her smile was apologetic and somehow sad. "K'nahli must have been having a very hard time yesterday. She didn't even want to talk to me when she came out of the elders' tent. I'm sure that she can see things more clearly today, she must be feeling guilty about what happened." This was what she innocently hoped. She couldn't imagine K'nahli actually hating her new sister; it must have been the heat of the moment, yes. It must have been that! "Would you like me to talk to her?"

As K'ntahjha's story developed, K'mih's steps came to a halt and her eyes opened wider, especially at the last part. She could only imagine that the following details might not be pleasant. "Then... you got angry at each other? And none of you apologized afterwards?" She asked innocently and carefully, wanting to fully understand K'tahjha's situation.

The pink haired miqo'te looked at her sister with surprise. A mistake with K'nahli? Well, it was true that her dear sister K'nahli had quite the temper, and perhaps getting on her bad side wasn't a difficult task. Still, K'mih hadn't expected K'tahjha, friendly and lovely as she was, to get in trouble with the other girl. Not this soon, at least. "What happened...?" She asked with unblinking eyes, worried.

K'mih understood K'tahjha's initial reply as disappointment about not having seen K'ailia, still unaware of what had actually happened the previous day. Her own tone also sounded slightly melancholic. "I saw her briefly when she came out of the tent, but I couldn't approach her..." She still remembered the coldness in her father's eyes as he emerged from the tent with her sister. It wasn't everyday that K'mih would fear his father, but that day she sure did. "K'nahli did, but... she didn't want to talk about it. I think the elders scolded her," she commented next, lowering her voice as if she didn't want to be heard by anyone else. K'ailia's return was supposed to be a happy occurrence; why didn't it feel like such? K'mih wished she could understand what actually happened, but there was no one she could obtain answers from.

"Thank you!" K'mih said cheerfully when K'tahjha offered help. It wasn't just the fact that another hand would make the bucket less heavy; K'mih also thought that carrying it together would be fun. Sharing anything with her sisters and friends was something she always appreciated. As they kept walking back to the camp, the pink haired Miqo'te looked at the other girl with a warm smile. "Did you see K'ailia yesterday?" She was certain that K'tahjha hadn't been among the curious miqo'tes who gathered around the elders' tent the previous day, but perhaps she'd at least heard the news. It was difficult not to.

The day K'ailia came back to the tribe, everyone had been acting strange. K'mih didn't have the chance to speak to her returning sister in the end, nor could she speak with her beloved sister K'nahli. Judging from both their faces the last time K'mih saw them, their punishment might have been severe. She'd have liked to know what actually happened to them, but upon K'nahli's refusal to talk about it -or about anything-, the pink haired miqo'te hadn't pressed the matter. Her sister might have had a very bad time; she didn't want to hurt her further or make her feel even more uncomfortable. Today, K'mih was found doing a few errands, like bringing some water from one of the wells. Holding the wooden bucket with both hands, she walked back to the camp with a distracted look in her eyes... at least until something caught her attention and diverted her from her inner thoughts. "K'tahjha!" She smiled to her new sister, still at a certain distance from her. If she thought about it, K'mih hadn't seen the other female from before K'ailia came back.

Edit: I didn't post the rules to take a jab at anyone. I just figured since we're talking about editing to make sure people notice before they submit an image that's been edited and get disqualified. Oh, nice! Another screenshot contest (*___*) Thank you for posting the news. They seem the same rules from the previous Christmas one.

Aah, thank you for your comments, I'm happy if you like my screens! I'm always random with photoshop, but the advice I can give is to crop your screens. It's the only way to place the "camera" where you want it, and to display better what you consider important (usually, the character).

Yohko sisters' turn (K'nahli and K'mih). K'mih was having a lot of fun at the event. And then... it rained. I also got screens with K'yohko (*-*) I must edit them.

I've been waiting for event screens! Here are some of my own. Clover in a pretty dress for once. Enjoying the event with Andre (Clover had to practice that smile a lot). And then... it rained.

Since we're on the matter of male miqo'tes, I want to share my personal favourite (*-*) F'yue Tia, a really adorable character. Sadly, his player no longer plays due to lack of time, but Clover still considers him an important friend. (When Clover placed a flower on his hat).

Same. I'd have liked to attend it, but my timezone doesn't agree with me.

It was a real and lucky coincidence that my camera was close to your characters right when it happened. I rushed to push the screen key, haha. Mei, thank you very much! >_

K'nahli and K'mih attended a wedding for the first time in their lives. They were a bit confused about such a city ritual, but K'mih was really impressed. This was K'mih's face during the whole ritual.

I'm there, but I see no one @A@; Did I read the map wrong? Edit: Ah, so people are gathering elsewhere? *Sweatdrops*. I read it too late

Thank you for the reminder! I wanted to attend it, but I had forgotten it was today. It might be a bit late for me, but I hope I can stay for a little while ^^

I'm very sorry for participating in a thread. I'll try to avoid it in the future @_@ (?)

Aah, so cute. I want that outfit for both my characters!

(Sorry if my reply is strange at this point. I've only read the first two pages ;_; ) I tend to go with the flow when I RP. To me, it's actually interesting to see the huge turns RP can take, and how heavily it can influence your story. This said, I know that not everyone enjoys losing all control over their own story, and to be fair, not all outcomes are pleasant even for me. So I believe that asking permission for important things would prevent future headaches. I have a personal example from GW2. I played a girl who was in position to arrest some thieves. However, I whispered them asking them to help me find a reasonable excuse for my character not to arrest them, unless they were okay playing an arrest scene (I didn't mind which so long as it made sense). In case they wouldn't cooperate with making the story reasonable, I'd have simply walked away imagining that the scene didn't happen. You can't force an arrest to others, but others can't force you to be OOC either. A mutual agreement is necessary or things won't work.

Clover's eyes didn't raise to him, nor did her expression change at all. Her friend's question left her lost in thought for a few seconds, searching for an accurate answer. There was no accuracy, however, in a matter she didn't fully understand herself. Love had always been something beautiful in tales, in others, but when it was about her, it became the most strange, most scary thing ever. "I don't feel worthy or unworthy... I just don't know how to deal with that kind of attention; it's not a part of me." Being the ghost who listened to everyone else's tales was easy. Others would experience life -the joy and the pain-, and Clover would merely learn everything she needed from them without getting too involved. That was the way of living she'd always known. "I guess I'm not ready for it," was the final and only conclusion her mind could reach, in an attempt to simplify her own emotions. It felt wrong, therefore, she wasn't ready.

In Clover's ears, the innocent laughter from the boy did sound like some sort of mockery, though she wouldn't blame him. Her face abandoned the comfort of her knees to look at him, not without something akin frustration in her features. The more encouraging words he said, the more she realized he hadn't understood why she was troubled; in fact, he seemed to have understood the opposite. "I don't want to hear it," she stated firmly and quickly, as soon as Andre's last word had left his lips. "That I'm supposed to hear it sooner or later worries me." With half a frown, her gaze travelled down to her own knees. "I'm not the kind of character anyone should look at in a tale." It was true that the matter had been troubling her from the day she heard that person's confession, but she didn't know why she felt angry at this moment. Perhaps it was due to the fact that this was the first time she'd let her frustration come out; perhaps it was the feeling of being too lost at the way life had always kept changing. Having emotional outbursts was unlike her, and this was the most similar to one she'd experienced in a while, faint as it'd been.

Albeit Andre had stated that he didn't know much about the matter either, Clover found his words somehow useful. "Do you know the song 'Black Is The Colour'?" She spoke again, not looking at him or anywhere in particular. Her eyes were still lost in the distance. "It was my grandpa's favourite, for it reminded him of grandma. I never got to meet grandma, sadly, but he would always say that she was like that song. No-- she was that song." Her chin came to rest over her raised knees, arms laced around it. Her eyes, half closed, silently spoke of personal frustration. "In my case, I don't think I've heard the music. I don't hear anything..." ((Black Is The Colour - KOKIA ver.))