What is one outstanding feature of your character? Â Tell the story behind it.
"Nice tattoo."
Steam wafted up from the Camp Bronze Lake hot spring, casting the speaker that loomed over her into shadow as Syranelle opened her eyes. Â The Duskwight shifted slightly, sitting up in the pool from where she'd been reclining, a hand reaching up to the left side of her chest where the only tattoo she had resided. Â It rode just beneath her collarbone and dipped down to just where the curve of her bosom began. Â The detail-work was exquisite, the artist clearly having given painstaking attention to the tattoo's design and implementation.
It depicted a large closed book of a green-gold hue. Upon the cover of the book was an elegant spear of what seemed to be bluish crystals. The spear itself was surrounded by vines and leaves of varying green, giving the appearance that it was being completely embraced by it. Â Behind the book was a pair of scaled wings that closed lightly over the book, almost in a protective way, they themselves were cyan and purple in color. Â Just looking at it gave the Elezen cause to smile as she looked up at the young miqo'te girl that joined her in the hot spring.
"It is of great significance to me," she said, letting her hand drop back down beneath the water, though she continued to sit up and look at the miqo'te congenially. Â "It commemorates the moment in which I fully dedicated my life to my beloved, conquered his heart, if you will." Â Her mouth pulled upward in a tilting, playful smile, as if recalling some unknown, private jest. Â After a moment, she returned her attention to the miqo'te who peered over.
"Interesting, but what does it mean?"
"Truthfully, it is symbolic of who we are together. Â The book represents me and my scholarly pursuits; I am a researcher, something of a historian, and a growing Arcanist. Â The spear represents my beloved, a dragoon of Ishgard. Â The vines that embrace the spear, me again, a play on my taken surname of 'Ironleaf', and the wings, him again, telling of his protective nature over me as well as the draconic aether that all dragoons possess."
"How... romantic...?" Â The miqo'te sounded more confused than impressed.
Syranelle could only laugh gently. Â "Perhaps not to some, but just the act of getting the tattoo has significance in itself. Â You see, it was once customary of my beloved and his squadron of dragoons to commemorate their victories with such tattoos. Â This is the first of many I will likely have, but my bright-heart already has so many that there is nary room left upon his skin by which to mark any more of his accomplishments."
"Sounds like quite a catch." Â The girl replied with a slight smile. Â "This guy must be pretty important if you're wiling to get all tatted up on his account."
The Elezen lifted her hands out of the water, holding them about a fulm apart, each hand holding a small amount of water. Â "He is all of my heart and half of my soul. Â Our lives have run together like two handfuls of water to make one irrefutable whole." Â She drew her hands together, the cupped water merging. Â "Together, we are made stronger and we bring out the best in one another."
"I hope I find someone like that someday," the girl sighed wistfully.
"You will, probably when you least expect it. Â Gods only know I wasn't looking at all when Irridias came along. Â Now? Â I can't imagine my life without him."
The conversation continued onward, the young girl asking questions of the older Duskwight, about love, dedication, and all the things young girls daydream about, but very few got to experience. Â Syranelle answered her questions kindly; after all, it wasn't every girl who got swept off her feet by a gallant knight and Syra counted hers among the very best. Â Of course, she knew she was biased, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Nice tattoo."
Steam wafted up from the Camp Bronze Lake hot spring, casting the speaker that loomed over her into shadow as Syranelle opened her eyes. Â The Duskwight shifted slightly, sitting up in the pool from where she'd been reclining, a hand reaching up to the left side of her chest where the only tattoo she had resided. Â It rode just beneath her collarbone and dipped down to just where the curve of her bosom began. Â The detail-work was exquisite, the artist clearly having given painstaking attention to the tattoo's design and implementation.
It depicted a large closed book of a green-gold hue. Upon the cover of the book was an elegant spear of what seemed to be bluish crystals. The spear itself was surrounded by vines and leaves of varying green, giving the appearance that it was being completely embraced by it. Â Behind the book was a pair of scaled wings that closed lightly over the book, almost in a protective way, they themselves were cyan and purple in color. Â Just looking at it gave the Elezen cause to smile as she looked up at the young miqo'te girl that joined her in the hot spring.
"It is of great significance to me," she said, letting her hand drop back down beneath the water, though she continued to sit up and look at the miqo'te congenially. Â "It commemorates the moment in which I fully dedicated my life to my beloved, conquered his heart, if you will." Â Her mouth pulled upward in a tilting, playful smile, as if recalling some unknown, private jest. Â After a moment, she returned her attention to the miqo'te who peered over.
"Interesting, but what does it mean?"
"Truthfully, it is symbolic of who we are together. Â The book represents me and my scholarly pursuits; I am a researcher, something of a historian, and a growing Arcanist. Â The spear represents my beloved, a dragoon of Ishgard. Â The vines that embrace the spear, me again, a play on my taken surname of 'Ironleaf', and the wings, him again, telling of his protective nature over me as well as the draconic aether that all dragoons possess."
"How... romantic...?" Â The miqo'te sounded more confused than impressed.
Syranelle could only laugh gently. Â "Perhaps not to some, but just the act of getting the tattoo has significance in itself. Â You see, it was once customary of my beloved and his squadron of dragoons to commemorate their victories with such tattoos. Â This is the first of many I will likely have, but my bright-heart already has so many that there is nary room left upon his skin by which to mark any more of his accomplishments."
"Sounds like quite a catch." Â The girl replied with a slight smile. Â "This guy must be pretty important if you're wiling to get all tatted up on his account."
The Elezen lifted her hands out of the water, holding them about a fulm apart, each hand holding a small amount of water. Â "He is all of my heart and half of my soul. Â Our lives have run together like two handfuls of water to make one irrefutable whole." Â She drew her hands together, the cupped water merging. Â "Together, we are made stronger and we bring out the best in one another."
"I hope I find someone like that someday," the girl sighed wistfully.
"You will, probably when you least expect it. Â Gods only know I wasn't looking at all when Irridias came along. Â Now? Â I can't imagine my life without him."
The conversation continued onward, the young girl asking questions of the older Duskwight, about love, dedication, and all the things young girls daydream about, but very few got to experience. Â Syranelle answered her questions kindly; after all, it wasn't every girl who got swept off her feet by a gallant knight and Syra counted hers among the very best. Â Of course, she knew she was biased, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
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