shepherdtostars: ѕнєρнєя∂тσѕтαяѕ〘 ∂иѕ. 〙 (endwalker 🌸 01.)
𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓼. ([personal profile] shepherdtostars) wrote in [community profile] synthneon 2023-01-06 11:11 am (UTC)

first meetings. }

[ Ishgard is truly like nothing she had seen before.

The Miqo'te traveling with Lord Edmont de Fortemps leans against the window of the carriage as the city slowly comes into view. Her mint eyes widen at the looming shadows of spires that seem to stretch into the heavens. Her father had often told stories of the majestic city filled with knights and ladies, but seeing it as opposed to dreaming it? There is nothing else quite like it. Her rather fluffy tail sways slightly beside her as the bridge seems to stretch on and on. The Lord beside her chuckles at her reaction.

The sight may be one she becomes accustomed to, as it is now her home.

Her hands fold nervously again in her lap in the large white skirt she wears. The fingers hide in the folds as she twists them nervously. It is all so very different from the small town she had recently called home; the very one she had grown up in along side the others like her. However, now, she numbers in the many that have been orphaned due to the Dravanian attacks in the endless Dragonsong War. If others survived the attack is beyond her knowledge. What she is aware of is how very lucky she is that she has a godfather that could take her in, instead of being shuffled to a stranger's home or an orphanage.

She finally steps from the carriage once it comes to a stop. The broken stone walls of the city still give a view and idea that nothing can truly break down the will of Ishgardians even if it is worn down. Her eyes move from spire to spire, stone to stone, until her godfather--now father--calls out to her with a name she is still adjusting to. Within a few strides she arrives at the aetheryte alongside him and attunes to it, knowing they will need to take the long walk to the Fortemps Manor as she might adjust to the city that is still blessed with warm weather as summer turns to fall.

Finally, they arrive at the manor that the Miqo'te will now call her home. The large doors swing open and she steps inside after Lord Fortemps. Her hands still hide in the long white skirt that is crowned with the long sleeved blouse to match. The colors are not quite of the Fortemps, nor is the style of one that belongs to Ishgard. She had nothing after the Dravanian attack and wears only what the healers had given her from Camp Dragonhead. The fabric itches across the still sensitive skin on her arm and she does her best not to scratch at it. Instead, her fingers continually twist one another as she takes in the sight of her new home.

Her eyes then land on another Elezen that is nearby. A young man, perhaps her own age, but certainly not one of those she would now call brother. His clothes seem in a similar manner to hers and his features stand out from those that she knows from the Fortemps. Her head tilts ever so slightly until she is finally able to see the young Elezen's face. Her breath seems to catch in her throat and her ears lift slightly from her head.

Even at a young age, his features are striking and very handsome. Although, it isn't until her mint colored eyes catch his sky-blue ones that she feels entirely rooted at the spot. Her ears then fold down to the sides of her head shyly as her cheeks burn hot. Her shoulders curl but her tail sways behind her quickly side-to-side. The Miqo'te drops her gaze for only a moment before looking through her bangs at the other in the room.

Lord Edmont de Fortemps glances at his goddaughter--now truly daughter--before turning his attention to the servant. ]


Aymeric, come here. I would have your assistance.

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