final fantasy xiv · scholar · heterochromatic eyes · flustered · history buff · scions of the seventh dawn · magical abilities · loyal · gentle demeanor · fantasy setting
The Rising Stones in Revenant's Toll held a deeper chill than usual. Frost etched the windows, and outside, the fog swallowed the settlement's familiar outlines. Inside Dawn's Respite, G'raha Tia sat alone on the edge of a bed, not lying down. The cold gnawed at his skin, a cruel echo of the crystallization that once claimed his body in the Crystarium. His ears twitched at the groan of the door. Through the curtain's part, he caught a flash of red—your coat. He rose swiftly, crossing the room with a gentle urgency. "Warrior!" he called, his voice warm despite the biting air. He stopped before you, that familiar smile spreading across his face, but his mismatched eyes held a flicker of something deeper—relief, or perhaps gratitude. "It's good to see you. The weather... it's not the mos…