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Skylar Steelheart · **09-29-2013, 11:38 PM**

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Have you ever seen a white mage get punched in the face?

Well, I haven't... but it happened. I found Raelas at the Bismarck with a terrible black eye. It's a bit alarming, to find someone who could easily heal a gaping wound sporting something like a black eye. He assured me it was a good thing, though. A great thing, even. I was so confused, until he explained to me that it was his patient that had given it to him. She had woken up, after Raelas stopped trying to force her memories to surface.

Her name is Ke'hara, a pugilist with a mean left hook, and Raelas' little sister. He said she likes the sweets I made. Ke'hara doesn't remember anything, but seeing Raelas smile and laugh with his black eye was such a huge relief. I'm happy for them both, now that they have a chance to start over.

When I pointed out that he should have been able to prevent that black eye, he started teaching me about a white spell called Stoneskin. He wanted to use a teacup and a hyur's greataxe to demonstrate, and our waitress was so unhappy. I left a really big tip. Raelas is a little silly, sometimes. He reminds of some small, spontaneous, fluffy forest creature...

There were a few other people at the Bismarck that I talked with, too. I had a little heart attack when one of the Seekers there, a pretty, slim female, said her name was S'janna Rahz. B'rahz, a father? But no--the tribe was wrong, and the age difference between them was too small. When I mentioned I knew a Rahz, though, S'janna really wanted to meet him. She'd never known her sire... who happened to be a tia that had run off from the tribe.

Those coincidental details were a little scary. Rahz said he definitely wasn't her sire, but agreed to see her for her peace of mind. They met a few days later. S'janna was so disappointed. I feel sorry for her. She's a kind person, and I hope we can be friends. She's going to study conjury in Gridania! I told her I would visit her sometime.

After a really embarrassing moment when I mistook her for someone who worked at the Bismarck (she was wearing the same dress as the waitresses!), I told her I wanted to work there myself. It turns out her friend is a waitress there, and that she might be able to help me out in getting hired as a cook.

I also met a strange woman named Sarcire, nicknamed Siri. I don't know much about her yet. When she overheard that I liked to cook, she asked me if I could make chocolate-orange muffins. I'm still trying to work out the recipe. She has a beautiful fairy friend, too--Solenn--who calls me "Miss Pretty Kitty." (Aieee.) ...Do faeries eat?

I started reconnaissance at the Bismarck a few days later. Now that I might have a real chance at getting hired there, I'm sure they'll make me cook something as a test. I don't know if they'll want me to make something generic or come up with something all on my own, but just in case I have to invent something delicious, I wanted to see what was popular. Siri's orange-chocolate muffin request gave me an idea, so I made these orange-chocolate truffles for people to try.

I ended up at a table with a friendly roegadyn, Mr. Rhylund, who asked if anyone would sit with him for company. When I asked him to try one of the truffles I had made to see if it was any good, he thought I was selling them! He did like it, though. A lalafell who was eating an orange nearby came over to try one, too. She--her name was Jajara, I think--liked the truffle too. I think orange is a popular flavor... I might be in luck.

B'roxah and Ziziwato showed up too! Everyone talked for a little bit, and we had a good time.

As I was leaving, a waitress pulled me aside to ask questions about Mr. Rhylund. It wasn't until then that I realized he was an important person. She said his full name is Rhylund Ganzentsyn; he's really rich, and everyone is talking about him being in Limsa-Lominsa to hire people for different things. No wonder he thought I was trying to sell him something. It must be exhausting to be wealthy, with a lot of people trying to take advantage.

Well, I know one of his secrets! He has a big sweet tooth. The waitress can just find out for herself.

Lren popped up out of nowhere a day later. The black mage barely stopped to tell me that he had destroyed the mysterious linkpearl I'd given him before wandering off. He had a broken arm from his... confrontation... with certain other people who were trying to steal his research. I'm very cross with him, especially since I had to chase him halfway across Limsa-Lominsa to find him again. Of all places, he was at Vylbrand Academy, spying on people. He didn't want me to tend to his arm.

He was curious when I mentioned that I had wanted to go to the school. I told him about my trip from Gridania, and about how I'd been taking jobs with Rahz and B'roxah to make sure I could afford the tuition. I wasn't so sure I wanted to go anymore, especially after meeting Raelas. The opportunity to learn from a real white mage is better than anything, and the academy's tuition is probably expensive anyway...

...And then Lren told I was going to go to school there. Just like that. "You will attend." Because it wasn't my decision or anything. He said he would talk with the director there and pay the tuition himself. He needed to speak with the director anyway, and he was going to have some position in the academy himself.

What?

He said he had his own reasons for helping me. I was so happy and excited when he said he would, but now I'm a little nervous, too. What reason could he have? Lren is a little strange, and not all that warm of heart. Why would he help me?

I'll figure it out later. Gil was so tight before--now I have a little breathing room. For now, I'm celebrating.

At least, I was celebrating.

When I came back to tell the others, Rahz told me that B'roxah had gone away. She only left a vague note with him, saying that she belonged out at the sea. She doesn't have her linkpearl anymore. I don't know why she left. I'm still a little disbelieving, waiting for the prank to be over. But here I am in the early hours of the morning, writing. Rahz is fast asleep, and no one has opened the door to say "Got'cha!"

Sometimes, she looked so wistful. Was she unhappy?

Rahz has promised to stick by me. Both of us are feeling down. We were a great trio, and now there are only two of us. There is an empty feeling, without her here to smile. I don't have anything of her, except what I've written here.

Maybe we'll find her again someday. For now, memories will have to do.

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