Nymirae (Nym) Persica Varlineau de Borel

“You and Uncle Emm are way too old to try being cool. Sorry. “

“Omg. Onu H please don’t ever post this again. It’s so cringe.🙈”

A still frame of Dimitri from Anastasia has been drawn over to resemble Emet-Selch from Final Fantasy XIV.

Remember the quick edit I made to make Anastasia’s Dimitri look like Emet-Selch? Pepperidge Farm remembers.

#ffxiv #ff14 #emetselch

Well /apparently/ my parents can’t take a joke and now I’m banned from chocobos for a whole /moon/.

Gods, why are adults so /like that/?!

She glances aside at Honoroit, looking chastened and anxious, and feels something unpleasant twist in her gut. The denials melt away and she looks back at Haurchefant before casting her eyes down at her feet and falling silent. Her arms tighten around herself.

the patient, unsmiling stare he levels at them makes her falter, searching for any softening of his stance and finding nothing. "a little...fun..." she peters off in a small voice, sitting back, shoulders slumping and arms creeping to hug her stomach. +

Nym immediately leaps to fill the silence, giving him an ingratiating smile, a little strained, that nevertheless looks remarkably like her mother about to launch into a persuasive argument. "Onu Haurchefant, no! We didn't mean to go so far. We were just having..." Something about +

Awwww He's saving me rn does that count???

"Is...is everyone alright?" she asks in a small, hesitant voice as they all begin dismounting. She looks Poppy over anxiously.

She has just finished combing out Peep's feathers and giving her a treat when she hears the knights returning. She races out, her heart soaring with relief as she counts them and sees all are present and apparently unharmed. She wants to run to them, but shame keeps her rooted in place. +

Nym too is oblivious to the anxiety of her companion. All thoughts of girlish crushes have flown in her fear for the safety of Poppy and Haurchefant and his knights. How could she have been so careless? So foolish? What if he never let her ride again? What if her told /her mother/??? +

Nym watches him ride back out the gate with anxious eyes, glances at Honoroit, then wordlessly leads Peep back to the stables to rub her down. Her hands are shaking as she struggles to loosen the buckles of Peep’s saddle. She tries not to think about what might be happening outside the camp walls.

is left behind. She keeps very quiet, trying not to cry over the worry for the chocobo, but her heart lifts when she spots a group of mounted knights racing toward them, a familiar face at the van.

"Onu Haurchefant!" she shouts, suppressed sobs thick in her throat "Please, you have to help Poppy!"

No doubt it is a measure of her distress that Nym doesn't even protest when he takes the reins from her. She simply hangs on as they speed over the snow. She cranes her head to try and see Poppy, getting barely a glimpse of the bird holding her own against the monstrous opponent, before she +

“We can’t just /leave/ her!” Her throat constricts and her eyes burn, making it even harder to navigate Peep with any surety.

“But, /Poppy/,” she wails in horror at the thought of leaving her. She manages to reacquire the reins, spurring Peep away from the huge cyclops, but she is all turned around, unsure which way they came from at this point.

At the same time Peep suddenly balks, wings flapping wide as she rears up in an attempt to halt her momentum. Nym yelps and throws her arms around Peep’s neck, clinging for dear life. Shes so focused on staying in the saddle she doesn’t immediately notice what happens to Poppy and Honoroit up ahead.

Nym fancies Peep is enjoying the run as well and she whoops in tandem with Honoroit. It’s only as they crest the rise, Peep only a length behind the dashing Poppy, that there is a furious roar that reverberates across off the rocks and +

She crouched low over Peep’s neck and smirked, determination in every line of her form.

“You’re not just going to let them win are you, Peep? Hyah!” Peep gave an excited kweh and obligingly chased after Poppy.

Nym’s laughter rang out like bells, the sound bouncing off the snowy crags around them. Once they put the walls behind them and Poppy took off ahead she let Peep follow, thrilled to finally feel the wind in her hair and the loping run of the chocobo beneath her. +

Really liked the piece with the see-through armor of my oc so I had to do it again~
#haurchefant #ffxiv #finalfantasyxiv

((The Mun will share this here to make it easier to know who doesn't mind interactions with Haurchefant. Please and thank you in advance.))

"Hmmph, it's Nym," she grumbles under her breath, but tilts her head and heels Peep forward to a gentle trot. It's still relatively sedate, but already she's feeling more relaxed as they head out the gate and into the sunny Coerthan afternoon.

lolol if it's of any consolation, rosho sees no point in this feud. he doesn't even have feelings for aymeric

“Honoroit! I am /not/ a child on her first pony!” Nym forgets entirely her nervousness at being alone with him, looking horrified and offended now, although her cheeks darken even further.

“You’re meant to ride /with/ me, on your /own/ bird, not lead me about like an invalid!”

Peep shifts her weight from foot to foot before Nym is quite in the saddle, pulling a startled "Eeep!" from her as she clutches the pommel to keep from falling. Blushing harder, she scooches herself into the well worn leather seat and pretends it didn't happen.

"Ready," she says, reins in hand.

"O-oh," her own cheeks heat as she realizes it sounds far different when he says her /name/ without the honorific. She nods quickly, not looking at him, and positions herself as Onu Haurchefant taught her for mounting.

"Yes, let's go." With a deep breath she steps into a stirrup and mounts.

"Really, you can just call me Nym, like everyone else, you know?" She reaches out and scratches Peep around his eyes, grinning when the Chocobo warbles softly at her touch.

"I'm /not/," she says stubbornly, eyebrows beetling until she looks remarkably like her father, one former Azure Dragoon. "Mum and I aren't really Fortemps at all, I mean, we're not on any of the fancy family tree papers or anything. Isn't that what counts in Ishgard?" +

"Oh, very well," she gives in without a fuss, sighing. It had been worth a try.

After a moment's pause she says, "You /know/ I'm not really a lady Honoroit."