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Alichi'ra Drakkha ([personal profile] diplomaticat) wrote in [community profile] diversified2015-04-30 01:34 am
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WHO Alichi'ra Drakkha and O'danya Mitnu
WHAT miqo'te were not meant to stay in Coerthas for any extended period of time
WHEN post-2.56
WHERE Camp Dragonhead
WHY It's probably Leo's fault

Alichi'ra was not usually an impatient miqo'te, but staying in Camp Dragonhead was putting him on edge. It was partially his own natural dislike for crowded areas (as make Keeper of the Moon miqo'te did not do well in busy towns) and also because it was difficult to go out and see what was happening in the other three city-states. Between him and O'danya, he was the political one of the two and needed more information to see if there was anything that could be done about the Syndicate's complete control over Ul'dah.

Without that to help ease his thoughts, he turned to other distractions. He helped the blacksmiths and armorers churn out new weapons and armors for the House Fortemps soldiers, he wrote of the adventures both he and O'danya had together, and he helped trained the lancers who were currently stationed in Camp Dragonhead. Right now, he was working with the worst of the worst, trying to get them into shape for their fight against the dragons and Lady Iceheart's heretics.

"You all know that I am one of the two known as the Warrior of Light and that I am to be your trainer. Despite that, I am not to be held in higher regard than any of your other trainers," he started, lance in hand. While his clothes might be considered odd for armor, the legendary relic lance he carried was enough proof that he was meant to be standing in front of them. "I have been tasked with you as my students because I have been told that any lesser lancer would not be able to assist you, so I will train you up and you will prove to them that you are worthy to carry that lance in your hands and fight for your nation and your god."
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[personal profile] paeon 2015-04-30 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It was difficult to remain hidden. O'danya had less patience for milling about than Alichi'ra did, but even then she understood the importance of it. Her own time was passed by working on gathering supplies or teaching the armorcrafters how to reuse their products and save on their materials alongside Alichi'ra's more practical lessons. She had plenty of skills to share about the Camp, and yet she wanted for everything else but what she was doing.

Things were becoming stale and uncomfortably more pressing as time went on. She and Tataru had taken to Triple Triad matches deep into the night when sleeplessness took them both for their own fears and dreams, and her time with Alphinaud only served to further highlight how much was riding on their entrance to Ishgard. It would only be a matter of time, and yet time was not something they had, nor was it something O'danya wanted. Her mind cast back to the moment in the tunnels, everyone drawn away as distraction and even Minfilia—she who could do nothing but give all of herself at once—was sent by the Mothercrystal herself to protect the Warriors of Light.

Shaking her head to clear it, she focused on the speech her friend was currently giving to the intimidated lancers about him. She walked closer, clapping only halfway in jest and added, "And I will be here to soothe your wounds while you learn. There is no shame to be had in falling down: you must learn how to also reclaim your feet." Azure Dragoon she was not, but O'danya knew plenty of things about wielding a lance herself and felt no compunction in adding commentary from the sidelines.