Warrior
of Light.
Eikonslayer.
Savior
of Eorzea.
Champion
of Hydaelyn.
People
call her by many more titles and epithets, including some
embarrassing ones. All of which come from her countless deeds across
the world where she has done whatever needed to be done from fetching
items to ending some calamity or malevolence. As a result, H’rindu
Vhenh had a very active life with few conveniences and little private
time, the last of which she has come to need in something of an
abundance.
“Burp!”

Times had changed.
Carbuncle lay at the side of the
stream, head resting on his paws, watching his summoner splash in the
small, clear stream. She’d left her grimoire off to the side in
order to wash off her acid-stained clothes - and skin. Carbuncle was
“on watch”, but there was no one around; the secluded little area
Kima had chosen to bathe in was rarely visited. Which meant there was
plenty of time for Carbuncle to reflect.
Carbuncle had been to Eorzea many times
in the years since the

Intan leaned back in her chair, lost in
thought.
The soothing sound of Kima's shower
brought both white noise to concentrate by, and a reminder of what
was on her mind.
The girl she’d “rescued” had been
fun at first. It was good to have a toy around, after all. The
dangerous errands that Intan was always conveniently on hand to
observe and put a stop to had been quite amusing. It seemed Kima had
a penchant for wandering into the stomach of everything that she came
close to. Everything exce

As the foursome walked out of the cave,
Kima dropped to the floor, her muscles seeming to have completely
lost all power. “Phew, we made it...”
“Barely.” S’rala glared daggers
at the other Miqo’te from behind her eyepatch, letting her axe’s
head drag noisily on the floor. The warrior’s body was still marked
by the dragon’s claws, though Kima’s regenerative magic was
slowly sealing up the injuries. “No thanks to you.”
“Sorry…” Kima rubbed her head. “I
was trying to