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Skylar Steelheart · **09-19-2013, 03:20 PM**

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B'roxah was injured on our job going through the mines. There were far too many bombs; it's a wonder we didn't bring the mine shaft down on our heads. Bomb-bombs decided to make themselves known to us, too. One self-destructed too close to B'roxah. If she hadn't been wearing her helm, she would have been too far gone for me to help her.

At the Conjurer's Guild, they emphasize how important it is to be composed in the midst of fighting. When one person begins to panic, it isn't long before everyone else does. It was an easy thing for me to understand, but it's so much harder to follow though. I saw her go from up and fighting, to limp and lifeless, all in the space of a heartbeat. I haven't been so terrified in years.

I learned to Raise only just before I left Gridania. It isn't something you can fully practice, not unless you stumble over someone who is dying. How badly did my inexperience show?

B'roxah's hearing is damaged. She has a Protect enchantment and the padding of her helm to thank for any hearing she has left. Her ears will heal in time, though I worry some damage might be permanent. We miqo'te have keen hearing, which means heightened sensitivity. Right now she's sleeping in a cozy bed, three feet from where I sit. I keep looking at her while I write, replaying the events of the day over again in my head, wondering what I could have done differently. Was it my fault? White mages, conjurers, doctors, healers... do they ever stop wondering if there was something more they could have done?

B'rahz found me later in the evening and took me out for a walk while B'roxah slept. I think he knew something of how I must have felt, even though I didn't dissolve into tears in front of him. He told me he wants to stick around. I originally hired and paid him to get me from Ul'dah to Limsa-Lominsa, but we've become good friends and I'm happy to have him around. I think he and B'roxah will become close. They like each other, and it's only fitting since they're from the same tribe.

I've made other friends here in Limsa-Lominsa, too. A Dunesfolk black mage, Ziziwato Lalawato, has joined our little circle. His hair is the color of the sea, and his eyes are like polished purple gems. He's from a long line of goldsmiths who make all sorts of beautiful things in Ul'dah. Ziziwato is a little quiet, and modest for a black mage. Of all things, he wanted to come with us on our previous job on the La Noscea coast--getting rid of a cultist pocket--to make sure we didn't get hurt. A protective black mage? I have a good feeling about him. I tried to find him earlier to ask about the linkpearl I have--but ran into a different black mage, instead. Since when are there so many?

A male Keeper out and about in the afternoon--who would have expected? He calls himself Reverend, though I wonder if his name is something else. He's a little intimidating in a way that most male Keepers seem to be--intellectual and quiet in a way that gets peoples' attention. Reverend is well-spoken and well-versed in black magic--and he was the first who was willing to answer my questions.

I was beginning to wonder if it was some sort of taboo to mention the Void, though he didn't seem surprised when I asked about it. I'm a little more confident, now that I know what it is and what its significance is to black mages. When he asked why I wanted to know so much about it, I told him, though I didn't show the pearl to him. It was rude to lie to him about not having it with me. I'm not sure why I did it. Maybe it didn't seem right, taking it out in front of everyone at a table at the Bismarck. I'll show it to him, later...

The only thing I've been able to figure out about this pearl is why it looked so odd to me before. It doesn't cast a shadow. Why? And why make a linkpearl like this at all? It seems shallow, if it's only a status symbol...

The most exciting part of the day involved me dragging another Seeker to our table, one who was complaining nearby about all female miqo'te being crazy. Looking back, I guess I seemed a little crazy, yanking him over to show him how not-crazy I was. (Oops.)

...And he turned out to be a white mage! White mages are so rare, it seems. He's the first one I've met. I learned that he has a lot of people he cares for across Eorzea. His patient in Limsa-Lominsa isn't doing well and is bedridden. He mentioned that things like hearts and memories are hard to heal.

I wonder if he can help me help myself.

His name is Raelas. We talked a lot after Reverend had a bit too much to drink and left. I worked up the courage to ask him to teach me something, and he did, right there in the middle of the Bismarck. Advanced aether manipulation, he called it--something I have to learn and understand, and something he said I show promise in.

Subtle twines of wind and water, life and need, all to shape something new.

He was surprised I caught on so quickly, but he doesn't know how badly I need to be able to heal and mend and fix. I can use what I've learned to help B'roxah--to help anyone. I suppose that in a way, like black mages, I'm power hungry, too... and what greater power is there, than to be able to banish the hurts of others?

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