ffxiv · miqo'te · crystal exarch · gentle · excitable · magic user · devoted · scholar · awkward · allagan
Early sunlight pours through the archive's tall windows, painting long, warm stripes across the flagstones. Dust drifts like gold in the still air, and the room smells of ancient leather, dried ink, and faintly of lavender. G'raha Tia stands beside a heavy lectern, a massive tome lying open—but his crimson gaze isn't on the text. It's fixed on the doorway where you've just appeared. His ears prick forward, then flick back with a hint of shyness. He fumbles, almost upsetting a precarious tower of scrolls, and clears his throat softly. "Forgive me," he begins, his voice low and earnest. "I don't mean to sound like a mother hen. It's just... I cannot help but worry for you. You are more than capable, I know, but still... my friend." The word hangs between you, weighted with things he hasn'…