The fifteenth sun of the third umbral moon, year of the Lovers, the sixth astral age.
My mother argued it wasn't my place to leave, but I left the next day without her blessing. A shame that she couldn't appreciate my enthusiasm for adventuring, but her mention of my father stung more than it should have. The comparison she made.
'You're just like him, Xeii. Just as reckless.'
I'd have preferred she tell me something endearing instead, like I shared his lust for life, but my mother was always negative in even the best light. A worthy attribute of a tribe matron, but a poor maternal trait. My siblings had mixed opinions of my departure. Feif and Barnoda gave me new clothing for the journey, cotton for light travel, and several small lectures on the type of men I should avoid in the cities. The majority of my siblings agreed I would be best suited studying archery, so I was content to oblige them. Of course, my father is in Gridania, and that weighed heavily on just where I was most comfortable hanging my hat between adventures.
I think that was why my mother was so angry with me. The idea of my father holding any influence over my life must have stung. He sired ten of us, but I was the last of his children, and in some ways, I was the last trace of his life as a Nunh. He retired to the quiet of New Gridania, but he always sent word of his current events. He wasn't absent from my life, at any rate, but that didn't stop my mother's anger from reaching the ranks of her children. Kairan sneered over my decision, calling me stupid and weak for following an old man into obscurity.
Did they really think so little of their previous Nunh? He stepped down... But they acted like that was a sort of defeat unto itself?
I'll never understand what was expected of my father, but I know my decision to depart from the tribe isn't one made with him in mind. No. I'm leaving because I won't become my mother, and that is all that awaits me in the tribe.
The first sun of the fourth astral moon, year of the Lovers, the sixth astral age.
It rained the entire journey, and for the life of me, I haven't decided if that was the most miserable part or if my entrance into the Adventurer's guild was somehow worse. The sweet matron Elezen who runs the inn in Gridania was quick to welcome me, but before I was given a meal and a bed to rest, I was back out into the thick of the city. Attuning to the aethryte, jogging down to the market stalls to meet with the head of the business wings, and finally checking in with my future archery instructor, Luciane. I was given a bow and a task, but it would wait for the following morning, as my exhaust got the better of me and I required rest.
I can't remember being this tired, yet even writing now, my eyes are closing. It's been a long road but I made it. Now I just need to find my father.
The twenty-first sun of the sixth umbral moon, year of the Lovers, the sixth astral age.
What makes some of the Elezen so inhospitable? Their acceptance of outsiders is cautious at best, but even more so if the outsider is a Miqo'te. I've been part of the archery guild for several moons now, and Silvaire has never ceased his catty commentary regarding who is allowed in and what responsibilities they are given. Every sun, he angers me with his archaic way of thinking, yet Luciane tells me he is well meaning? How? What does he expect from me if all I am met with for my tireless work is his berating?
As for my father, he is so busy lately, I might as well be alone in the city. I spend more and more of my time within the Roost, poking at the available leves of the Carline Canopy or asking Mother Miounne what all needs to be done. With each passing sun, I learn a bit more of the city and it's culture, but I feel small tugs of nostalgia over home. My tribe writes me sometimes to let me know the details of their lives, but as expected, it rarely changes. A Nunh I once knew was ousted from his position... His name was one I could have gone the rest of my life without hearing again. Still, to be thrown from the spotlight must be quite the change of pace. I'm sure he will sort out his end without my prayers, but I offered them to Azeyma anyway.
The eighth sun of the first astral moon, year of the Scholar, the sixth astral age.
I have reached the final leg of my apprenticeship under Luciane, and I have done all I could to rid the woods of the black shroud of the many threats within them. I've even been recognized for my efforts, which was heartwarming, but also a bit saddening. I did so much with and for the people of Gridania, but only after these feats of heroism was I acknowledged. My father told me not to despair over the opinions of foreigners, but so long as we live in Gridania, they are our neighbors. It might be time I become a proper adventurer and take to the countless areas spread across Eorzea, but I've grown comfortable in Gridania. A strained comfort, true, but one that I could continue living in if not thrust from my complacency.
Luckily, my father knew this would be the case, and his daily reminders are enough to rile my sense of curiosity. There is much more to do, to see, to experience. Much, much more.
The twentieth sun of the first astral moon, year of the Scholar, the sixth astral age.
Today might be the sun of my departure from Gridania, and for the first time in a year, I am afraid.
W'xeii Tau had nothing more to write concerning her thoughts, as fear was universally understood, and that emotion had grown and swelled in her chest until she was threatened by the hint of tears tickling her dark lashes. Batting them away, the Miqo'te glanced around the openness of the Roost, seeing fellow adventurers seated with those they considered comrades and colleagues. Her own table was empty, save for her bag occupying another seat and her meal untouched across the seating arrangement. She pushed it away to write, but now the corned paissa had congealed and her appetite was lost. Perhaps it was gone prior to her excuses, but the woman wasn't entirely focused on her surroundings. If anything, she was blind to the sell swords and bounty hunters, as well as the more familiar faces of the local Smith and the Levemaster.
She hadn't considered how difficult it might be to detach from the culture she had settled into over the past year. These were the individuals who contributed the most to her growth as an archer, and without them, she would be left working in the Carpentry guild with her father. Not that W'xeii would have minded being closer to Tau, but she knew that the longer she hid beneath his fatherly wings, the worse her dependency would become. It was inevitable that she tread out to face the most pressing matters plaguing Eorzea, and from what whispers had passed through the other adventurers over the last few days, W'xeii gathered that something was happening in South Shroud she would need to personally investigate. Something to do with an expedition team and their uncovered findings.
Some called it a Palace of the Dead.
Was that what was causing this terror to worm through her body, or was it less to do with what awaited her and more to do with how she intended to embark on such a journey? She would need a team - first and foremost. It was unheard of to travel alone, and she was a novice at best. There was safety in numbers, at least. Slipping her journal into her satchel, the woman rose to her feet and stretched her arms high about her head before dropping a few gold pieces onto the table for the meal. Even if she didn't eat, she wasn't about to skip out on paying.
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