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Mythological Creature Meme

Anafenza’s Result:

Unicorn

The unicorn is a legendary animal that has been described since antiquity as a beast with a large, pointed, spiraling horn projecting from its forehead. In European folklore, the unicorn is often depicted as a white horse-like or goat-like animal with a long horn and cloven hooves (sometimes a goat's beard). In the Middle Ages and Renaissance, it was commonly described as an extremely wild woodland creature, a symbol of purity and grace, which could only be captured by a virgin. If you get this result, you are typically seen as modest. You offer great advice to your friends in need and you're generally viewed as your friend group's therapist. You're empathetic and you are always willing to help out your friends whenever you can.You're bubbly and seen as a little ray of sunshine.

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24S, 5AM

Another clear dream.   Now and then they are crystal clear as if I am watching events unfold before me, a witness to things.  Of course I have had dreams like these before, of memories of the Steppe.  My tribe, my parents and family

This was strange though, fantastic in nature.  I was flying, as easily as I could swim through a river.  I could feel the wind in my face whipping my hair behind my head. I felt an energy wrapping around me, electric.  I laughed and it was then I recognized the sound was not my voice but my head voice.

Everyone has a voice they use in their minds.  I noticed some time ago mine is not the same as my spoken voice, and I know not when the two changed.  But this voice I heard while flying over mountains of glass and steel was the one in my mind. I knew it was a dream then – because obviously the flying didn’t give it away.  But when I realized I was dreaming I stopped in mid-air and turned to the mirrored surface of a mountain to look at my reflection, feeling something was amiss and that I was being watched.  I managed to catch a glimpse of blue before I woke, and found myself in bed in my room, splashing in the shallow water.

The Warrior of Light from Final Fantasy 14 is so funny. Like there's nothing inherently hilarious, it's pretty standard Fantasy Hero fare, but it's just the epitome of it, because it never ends.

Imagine being a normal person in this world and you see this catgirl living down the street going about her business. One day she's out getting groceries, another she's practicing archery, another she goes on a date with her wife. Then the next day she slays a dragon god summoned from beyond time or some shit. And the next day she's going fishing. And you're not even impressed anymore. Because this person has been single-handedly protecting the world for years. But there's nothing else special about her. She's normal. She's getting the same groceries you are. She raises racing birds in her spare time. She destroyed a giant robot by herself yesterday. She's wearing a new scarf.

Additional thoughts while playing Shadowbringers

Ana secretly wants to stay in Il Mheg and live with the fae folk...

Conflux, Pt. 2

Anafenza awoke with a start. She blinked her eyes, looking around in confusion.  She wasn’t in her bed – the fact that she was dry gave that fact away, since she’d long ago submerged her cot in the tub to sleep in.  She slowly sat up, taking in her surroundings.

She could hear a steady drip from overhead, echoing through the space she was in.  Stalagmites and stalactites filled her view, so she knew immediately she was in a cave of sorts.  Turning her head more she saw and recognized a sight that made her think she was still dreaming.  Shrouded in darkness, a large tree choked out by a blood-red vine that disappeared among the branches.

“Jessika’s tree,” she murmured, half-asleep still.  “Am I still dreaming?”

“If you are, this is one helluva weird dream,” came a voice beside her.  Ana jumped, whipping her head around.  A blue-skinned woman sat up, blinking sleepily.  Her face was speckled with bright-blue spots, and her long blue hair fell down behind her and onto the ground.  She looked around, and Ana could see her pointed ears for a moment, reminding her of an elezen.  Though, this woman didn’t have the same lankiness to her; if anything, she was a blue hyur with pointed ears.  Yet, Ana thought, she seemed familiar…

“Where are we,” she asked, looking at Ana again.  “And why are you naked?”

Anafenza sighed and rolled her eyes.  “I’m always naked.  You still have clothes on, don’t worry.”

The other woman looked down and back up, nodding, then looked back around the space.  “Fair.  What is this place?”

“I’ve only ever seen it in my dreams,” Ana admitted, still looking around.  “I thought the tree represented my soul, and the vine was…a curse I had inherited.”

The blue woman’s eyes widened, and she gave a low whistle as she looked at the tree.

The two women sat in silence, not sure what to do next, not sure if they were dreaming or if this was real. Finally, Ana cleared her throat.

“Anafenza.”

The blue woman turned and looked at her in confusion.  “I beg your pardon?”

“My name,” she replied. “I’m Anafenza.  Or just Ana.”

The blue woman nodded in acknowledgement, then offered a hand to Ana.  “Jess.  Jessica St. Peter, but you can call me –“

“Jessiy,” came a third voice, and the two women turned to look as a third woman stepped from behind the tree.  Ana gasped – she was wearing black pants and a black top, the shoulders of which were white. A familiar arrow-shaped pendant was attached to her chest.  But most striking was her resemblance to Jessica: blue skin, bright blue spots, blue hair and eyes.  If not for the noticeable age difference, Ana would have guessed they were twins.

Jessica noticed the similarity too and gasped.  “How…who…who are you?”

The third woman took a breath, offering a small smile.  “Commander Jessica St. Peter.”

Anafenza and the first Jessica both went wide-eyed.  The second Jessica shrugged.

Finally, the first Jessica – the younger of the two – coughed a laugh.  “Well…if we’re not dreaming…what the hell is going on?”

Dream Journal 12

Woke up to kiratai shaking me roughly    I was talking in my sleep and I sounded like I was in trouble, so he woke me.  I was the younger girl again, and again I felt as if the wind and rains were at my command.  I wore special armored gloves that made these incredibly strong sounds that could throw grown men through the air.  I was with two other women roaming a…city, I suppose, though I’ve never seen buildings as tall nor constructed in such a fashion…that is, until Ishgard.  I suppose the location could have lent itself to some of my fancy.  I’m going to curl back up with Kirikun now and sleep

 ((Scrawled quickly, in shorthand and sloppy, the follow passage appears on the page, as if Anafenza was once again taking notes hastily))

 There once lived a brave knight.  Full of courage and chivalry and kindness.  He was a knight of Ishgard, a Temple Knight, one of the most respected in the land.  His shield bore no hint of his allegiance, beyond the blue as the skies and white wings.  His devotion was to his country and his countrymen.

But he was young...and as most young men do, he fell in love.  He fell in love with a woman he shouldn't have even known.  She was common; he was valiant.  But he loved her.  And, everyone knew, she loved him as well.  They married.  There was talk, as there should be in Ishgard, but no one truly cared.  They were happy for the knight and his wife.

But the nights in Ishgard are rarely peaceful, and rarely do the knights know peace. gods that sounded amazing when he said that!!

The wyrms attacked one eve, not more than a bell after sundown.  They brought down fire from the heavens, ripping the great stone walls apart with their claws, and eating up women and naughty children  did he really just say naughty children!?  Is this a bedtime story?

The knight fought bravely, as he had every other night.  He fought with a fire his fellow knights hadn't seen before.  He was scarcely the same man.  They said he had something far more important, far more dear to fight for, for his wife, he’d learned, was with child.  With a great, ferocious cry, he thrust his sword into the head of the last dragon.  The battle was won.  Ishgard stood, strong as ever

The knight hurried home, not even bothering to wash his hands of the deeds from that night, his armor crimson with wyrmsblood.

But when he arrived, not a stone was left standing atop another.  All the walls had been felled.  The roof burned away.  And there, in the center of the rubble, lay the knight’s wife, still as the night.

The knight dropped his shield.  His sword he drove into the ground, the only support left for him that night, and he wailed.  He wailed and he cried and he cursed and he prayed and he swore and he hoped and bargained, he said anything he could think and everything he should not...all for the sake of his wife.  

But some bargains are better left unmade...and more still better unpaid…A dark cloud rose from the rubble, shadows dancing inside.  The cloud surrounded the knight and his wife...and in it a voice that said…"Brave knight of Ishgard, we have heard your grief. Tell us, what you would do for our relief?"

"Anything," was his reply.  "You may have my sword, my life.  Please, bring back my wife."  

The voice, it laughed, and then replied.  "On you and on yours, twenty-fold.  We bind you, brave knight, and your sword, and take your oath, your word.”

The cloud grew thicker...it drowned out the light.  The knight fell ill, and then fell asleep.  by the kami I know this cloud!!

The sun rose, the morning came.  The knight awoke, his sword in hand.  It felt heavier now; no longer did it shine in his hand.  He heard a gasp, and a sob of despair.  The knight sat up, looking for where.  

His wife was alive; in the rubble she stood.  But she seemed different somehow, somewhere.  Her eyes seemed dull, her hair darker still.  Her skin far more ashen...her voice trembled, "what did happen?" she asked.

But the knight only stood.  He stared and he wondered and he thanked the gods and the hells...His fair wife was alive, and with him still.  From then on he fought with no purpose, none save for his wife...and the oath he had sworn. They still were in love, and she bore him a daughter.  But the love was not strong, not as it had been, not any longer.  And the knight was reminded of the bargain he'd made, day in and day out...for the monsters had carved it upon the maid.

  Dzamael servant stopped us at the airship docks.  wanted to speak but could not be gone from his master too long.    He had overhead us asking about the house Vignesang, which he is a descendant of!!  He could not speak to the location of Jessika’s family – they’d left decades ago – but he did know the legend of the knight’s wife and told it to us.  I wrote it down above as he spoke…I asked him if this was nothing more than a bedtime story. He laughed,s aying most stories are just truth that’s been forgotten.  Then he pointed at the scales on my side, saying I bore the same mark as the maid – the Bloodvine, the symbol of House Vignesang.  He bade us leave ishgard before an over-zealous inquisitor see it, and then he left.

Preferences Quiz!

Open curtains | Closed blinds

Stray dog | House cat

People | Pets

Outside | Inside

Half-empty | Half-full

Sing | Dance

Shoes | Sandals (Neither, come on!)

Cash | Credit

Hike | Drive

Casual | Elegant (Nothing?)

Center | Corner

Sword | Shield

Airship | Boat

Fizzy | Flat

Garnished | Plain

Extra salt | Extra pepper

Spicy | Mild

Orchestrion | Traditional music

Opaque | Transparent

White lies | Complete truth

Blunt | Subtle

Noisy | Silent

Books | Music

Familiar | New

Youth | Experience

Spoon | Fork and knife

Knife | Baseball bat

Void | Ocean

Bow and arrow | Blow dart

Love at first sight | Slow burn

Freckles | Dimples

Long eyelashes | Long fingers

Soft lips | Sensitive neck

Stubble | Thick hair

Slow dance | Intimate conversation

Candlelight dinner | Stargazing

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A Guide to Sleeping With Anafenza

- She sleeps in a bathtub.  She has a very large tub in her room, with a small hammock installed in it for her to sleep on.  Being Ejinn, she’s able to hold her breath for very extended lengths, so even rolling in her sleep won’t immediately wake her up or cause her to panic from a lack of breath.  Sleeping in the water reminds her of sleeping on the banks of the Great River with her family.

- She loves to snuggle.  Despite the “water” bed, she also keeps a small mattress and blankets in another corner of the room for when she has company.  She is already a very affectionate and contact-seeking individual, and the trend carries over into sleep (in the event she’s lucky enough to have someone wanting to sleep with her).

- She has vivid dreams.  Sometimes they wake her; sometimes she stays asleep through the whole ordeal, sometimes believing these even visited other locations because of the clarity of the dreams. She began keeping a journal of her dreams, and will quickly record the events of her dreams in the journal before she forgets them.

- She can’t sleep on her back.  Between the horns and her powerful tail, Anafenza is down-right pained when she’s on her back, and will avoid sleeping in that position by any means.  On her side is ok as long as she has a pillow to support her neck, but mostly she sleeps on her stomach as a result (unless she’s in her tub; the hammock is easier to sleep on her back in).

- She likes to nap frequently.  With all the exercise she gets swimming, Anafenza will nap throughout the day as well, which also means she rarely will sleep for a full six to eight bells: she just doesn’t need to given the sleep schedule she maintains.

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