L'majha counts the coins as she makes her way through the Chocobo Forest to where she parked the beat-up old Garlond GL-IS. "300, 400, 500, 520, 530, 535, 536, 537... 538 gil.""It's too bad that you left in such a hurry," Eos bubbles, wings fluttering as she perches on L'majha's shoulder. "I'm sure that last huntress would have given you a bonus if you'd fed her.""Yes, well, I'd really rather not stick around and risk her going for a different kind of meal," L'majha snips with a brief glance at

Kh'amiya sat up in bed, looking over her sleeping girlfriend in silence. She desperately wanted to join Sute in what seemed to be a rare night of peaceful sleep, but tonight her mind and body had decided otherwise - sleep had eluded her most skillfully.A finger trailed along Sute's pretty white scales, and Kh'amiya's lips contorted to count them silently. One... two... three... four...Sute's nose twitched in her sleep and she grunted, and Kh'amiya lifted her head, peeking over. "Sorry," she whis

Many types of magic grow more powerful through belief. The conviction of the caster is what draws together the spell's aether, after all, and the stronger that conviction, the more tightly packed the aether. It's significantly rarer for the faith of the target in the spell to matter. Conjury and white magic will knit your wounds whether you truly believe they will or not. Thaumaturgy and black magic will sear your flesh no matter how firmly you deny the truth of them.Still, there are smaller eff

There was little in the world like the scent of fresh-caught fish lovingly pan-fried and accompanied by a healthy serving of delicately roasted Mun-Tuy beans. It could make anyone stop in their tracks. It certainly made Hildeyerd stop in hers.The dark-haired Hyur woman eyed the three steaming hot dinners being carried to the trio of guests with no small amount of jealousy. Her stomach begged for her to sit and indulge in them... but it wasn't to be.For one thing, the food wasn't for her - someth

“Tala. Tala. Tala. Tala.”Tala’s head thunders with the force of a thousand Gravity spells. Like someone crushed her head with a million Stone IVs. Like-Her stomach hurts, too. The pulses of pain seem to coincide with the illusory sensation that someone is calling her name.… No, wait, someone actually is calling her name. But it’s very quiet, and very muffled, blessedly. Still too loud for the force of her headache, though.“wha, what,” Tala mumbles. “I’m awake.”“Are you? It�

The

moment Majha heard her name, she knew today wasn't going to end well for her.






"L'majha Tohka!" Otopa Pottopa approached, his small hands pressed to his hips.






She cringed, turning slowly to face him. The innkeeper was normally quite friendly, but ri

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

“You really are a vicious predator,
Kala,” Becici teased, laying breathlessly on Kala’s tummy. The
Miqo’te girl she’d just enjoyed a night with had a delightful,
pillowy soft and squishy chest and belly, perfect for relaxing after
a session together.
Kala gasped for breath, looking
curiously down at the energetic little Lalafell girl. “I don’t
know what you mean.”
“Well, that is how you got this
chubby belly, isn’t it?” Beci’s small hands rubbed over the
soft flesh of Kal

“Ouch…”
Mimiru stuck her wounded finger in her
mouth, suckling on it with a pouting expression on her face. The
needle she was using to repair her robes had gone rogue and stabbed
her in the finger… again. She had quite a way to go before she was
anything resembling handy with a needle.
But the repairs had to be done, and
having spent the day sitting alone in her room with little to do,
Mimiru preferred to do it herself. At least then she’d get some
practice. But so far, all she’d go