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Elenion

(OOC note: Sorry for the timeline fuckery, but this is more past stuff. It takes place before Damien and Lady leave Ishgard. I was offered a chance to write for Khatayin's character, Elenion, and couldn't resist)

Elenion Fonteyne was only thirteen summers, when her parents were taken from her. The circumstances surrounding their deaths were mysterious to say the least. But they had been buried, and the will read. It was decided that young Eleni would go to live with an Uncle, though according to the family tree, he was more of a cousin.

The man assigned to take her to her new home, got out of the carriage. He took the hand of his young charge, and helped her down the steps. She looked up at the house, and wondered if she could ever get used to living somewhere that wasn't home.

After a few knocks on the large wooden door, they were allowed in. Eleni held the hand of the man, quietly taking in her surroundings. They stopped before a large staircase. Eleni's grip on her caretaker's hand tightened. The couple she was expecting to see eventually made an appearance.

The man was tall, with unusually pale hair. His wife, looked kind and motherly. She wore her hair down, partially spilling over one shoulder. It was dark, and full of waves. The husband was the first to step forwards. He seemed mad, or maybe not impressed. Eleni chose to look at the floor, rather than at him. Her chest felt tight, as though she were about to cry again. She listened as the adults talked about her.

"Your ward, as was agreed upon, Lord Luneris" The man who brought her here, spoke as though it were a business exchange of sorts. "You are certain there is no-one else who can take her?" were her potential guardian's words. "You are her kin, according to the records". "We'll take her, won't we, dear?" the woman spoke up. Eleni lifted her head to the voice. The woman's tone was hopeful.

The husband sighed "Fine. We'll take her in..." He looked bad tempered, but him relenting when his wife asked, made Elenion suppose that he wasn't that bad. She was handed over, and parting words were exchanged. That was that. This was her home now, and this couple, her new family.

Eleni wandered out of her room. They had eaten dinner, and the couple had left her to explore the house. She had already taken everything out of her suit case. At least everything that she could carry over.

Maybe when the other things, from her actual home arrived, it would feel better here. But she somehow doubted it would ever feel better. In truth, she had been desperately trying to hold on to a sense of calm, after her parents had 'passed on'. But the urge to scream, and cry kept threatening to take her over. Every time she cried, she felt weak, and helpless. And she hated it. There was nobody to hold her, everyone was gone. She had a new family now, but she didn't know these people. It would feel strange being held by them.

She found herself looking at portraits in a grand hallway. Some of the men looked like the lord she met today. They were handsome, but not very happy looking. They didn't seem to know how to smile.

Eleni carried on dawdling, stopping at a large painting of a dark haired man, with a woman who looked a lot like mother... she looked to the side, and there she was, again. An oval shaped portrait of this lovely, smiling woman. Her eyes were a gentle blue, and her hair a very light blonde.

Eleni wanted to reach up, to touch the painted face, but she wasn't tall enough. Before she knew it, her eyes ran over with tears. They rolled down her face, and she gasped, feeling her heart breaking again. She let out a loud sob, her shoulders shaking.

She had no way of knowing that the master of the house was watching her. And that it pained him, to see her doing exactly what he once did as a child. He would leave, silently. Her never knowing he was even there. She heard foot steps approaching her, but they belonged to another. A hand was placed on her shoulder, firm but not without care.

Eleni threw herself against the man, clinging to him, crying into his clothing. He sighed quietly, and hugged her "I came to find you... My mother and father said that you had come to live here". The girl did not respond, sniffling, still holding him tightly.

Over time, Elenion had settled in. The man who had held her while she cried, was the couple's son, Lord Damien Luneris. She came to see him as a brother, which was nice. She'd never had a brother before.

His parents, she had gotten used to as well. His father was still unimpressed with the entire world, but had shown her care, handing her books, and baked treats. She smiled up at him, and he ruffled her hair with a hand, taking care not to look at her. He made it a point to maintain that she wasn't really getting to him.

The mother of the family, Lady Diana, had also taken to her quite well. The older woman would enjoy helping her with her hair, and taking her to tea parties. Everything seemed quite well, that was until she had overheard Lord and Lady Luneris discussing Damien's education.

The young Lord was to leave Ishgard again, in order to continue his training in Thaumaturgy. The thought made her sad, very sad. She did not want to lose her brother. Elenion made her way out of the house, quietly. She used the servant's entrance, to not draw attention to herself. She just wanted to be alone outside for a while, and didn't want a chaperone.

Ele traipsed along the streets, not really sure where she even wanted to go. The cold air bit into her a little. She hadn't really thought it through, before leaving, that she may need a cardigan. "Hey, what are you doing out here on your own?"

Lady Stefania Emal strolled over to her. She was accompanied by an Elezen woman, who looked to be carrying a longsword at her hip. No doubt a bodyguard of some sort. Stefania took her jacket off, and draped it over Ele's shoulders "Here, you will catch a cold".

Lady Stefania was a role model of sorts for Eleni. She admired the way the woman wore trousers, in place of a skirt. She was even wearing long boots today, rather than heels. Ele was embarrassed to be caught out in the cold by her "I will be alright..." The three women sat down on a bench.

"Have you heard.. that Lord Damien is going to be leaving soon??" Elenion asked, deflated. Stefania dipped her head "Yes. I asked my father if he could get the proper permissions for me to accompany him". Ele jolted "You're leaving too?!" she looked on Stefania with dismay. Lady Emal brought her hands together, and an elbow on each knee "It would benefit Ishgard if I went into training as well".

"But-but I thought you wanted to become the Azure Dragoon! And to slay Nidhogg!" Elenion near shouted. "I could be considered a Dragoon yes, but likely never one of the Knights Dragoon, and especially not the Azure Dragoon. But If I can learn to heal, or set enemies on fire... then it would really help". Ele's shoulders drooped "You just want to follow him, and you won't admit it".

Stefania smiled "I would follow him anywhere, but not like how you think. It's more in a sense of duty. My family owes his a lot. And I think my place, would be making sure he comes home safely. Sure, he has more combat experience than I do, but everyone needs someone to watch their back". Elenion wore an expression that said ‘sure... whatever you say’

"Anyway, we should get you home..." Lady Emal stood herself up "Lady Diana will be worried about you" she turned her head to Ele, and offered a hand. Elenion reluctantly took it. It was going to be hard for her, without either Stefania, or Damien, but she would have to learn to manage. For now, she would allow the woman she looked up to, to hold her hand, like she would a child.

It could very well be some time until they would meet again.

Thank you to Khatayin Dagasi of Balmung for the collaboration <3

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