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ffxivbabey · 13 days

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The Basics

Name: Veronyka Felis

Nickname: Nyka

Age: Late 20s as of Endwalker

Nameday: 27th Sun of the Fifth Astral moon

Race: Seeker Miqo'te

Gender: Cis female

Orientation: Lesbian

Profession: Fisher, hunter for hire, former wol but she's semi-retired now

Physical Aspects

Hair: Naturally wavy, brown with white streaks from the Light poisoning, hangs down to her tail

Eyes: Brown

Skin: Pale and freckled

Tattoos/Scars: Golden lightning scars (the gold is from the Light poisoning) that span the length of her arms and legs thanks to an encounter with the dread beast Ovni in Eureka Hydatos, more lightning scars branching out from the outer corners of her eyes from the final explosive burst of uncontrolled magic in the fight with Zenos, a scar on her abdomen from a stab wound from one of Vauthry's jesters, large scar across her chest from the first battle with Zenos at the Reach, a wild rose tattoo on her right hand and a griffon of Ala Mhigo on her left.

Family

Parents: M'lyhrra and M'tiqa of the M tribe, perished in the fall of Ala Mhigo when she was too young to remember them. M'lyhrra was M tribe born while M'tiqa was an outsider who joined when the two miqo'te tribes of Gyr Abania attempted to combine.

Siblings: Her sister Louisa who fled Gyr Abania with her and did her best to bring her up in Eorzea.

In laws/others: Unfortunately all of Lyse's family is dead but thanks to M tribe shenanigans she is related to M'zhet (he's her uncle? I think?) and M'naago. She also has four children now- M'ryne, M'lhizka, M'ilo and M'rakka.

Skills

Abilities: Extremely skilled at hunting and tracking (though she does use the Echo to 'cheat' since it helps her to know where and when elite marks will be most likely to be sighted), has also developed quite the knack for fish husbandry on top of her fishing skills. She's also quite a keen eye with the bow and has a knack for getting herself out of trouble. Which is good, because she's often finding herself in trouble.

Hobbies: Fish keeping, Triple Triad, Fall Guys of all things

Traits

Most positive trait: Her relentless optimism. It went away for a little while but it came back. Her ability to get up and keep going.

Most negative trait: Gets distracted very easily.

Likes

Colours: Red, purple, black

Smells: Ocean, fish, the Bismarck (the food place, not the whale) on a busy afternoon, Celsettia perfume

Textures: Velvet, satin, silk

Other Details

Smokes: Nothing. Tried gaelicatnip once and now it just reminds her of a time she'd rather forget.

Drinks: The finest of wines

Mouth insurance: The benefits of being a ranged fighter~ anything else, her healer sister can fix it.

Been arrested: Good rogues don't get caught. They do get grounded by their sister though. Oh, and there was that time after the bloody banquet I guess?

Tagged by @fatewalker-phoenix ty I finally got around to it

Tagging: I haven't been on tumblr for a bit so idk who has been tagged so go for your life if you see this and haven't been tagged yet

#ffxiv #ch: Veronyka Felis

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ravs6709 · 2 years

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Going Forward- Latham & Veronyka

Word count: 1.0k words

A late birthday gift to Larson @larsonnoarson!!! I am finally here with it though! Exploring a little latham pov of veronyka, plus a little scene i thought could technically happen in the beginning of wos. Not quite where i was originally planning to go with this tbh, but i think leaving it more open was better

Hope you enjoy Larson!!!

Warnings: swearing (out of the censored era in my writing lol, it looked too weird)

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Latham's first impression of Nyk was alright. He was nothing special. Just an ordinary stablehand. Maybe a little better than that, after he got Tristan scolded by his dad. He didn't hate Tristan, but he seemed too mighty, too isolated, too far above them and all because of nepotism. So if Nyk was gonna bring him down from that pedestal, he didn't really mind.

But then... but then so much started happening all at once. Elliot's betrayal, which nearly costed them all their lives. People actually had died. A phoenix had died. He felt the grief on his own, but it was tenfold because that phoenix was his own bondmate's mother. It happened in a flash, so when it was revealed that Nyk--Veronyka--was not who Latham thought he--she--was, didn't he have the right to be upset?

Not to mention, she was receiving so much special treatment. Veronyka became an apprentice quickly, and all of a sudden she was joining their patrol's outings, even after failing her audition to become a Master Rider. She was still a rookie who hardly knew anything, wasn't skilled enough for being a Rider yet. She wasn't useless, he wouldn't go as far as that, it wasn't like she wasn't helpful at all. The worst problem was the way her and Tristan behaved with each other. Tristan seemed less... standoffish? Which wasn't a bad thing, but he was very reckless, and she only seemed to be enabling him. No. She was making him reckless.

The two kept wandering off on their own, and one time they got involved in a fire on their own. Always making decisions on their own, rarely informing them of what they were doing. It was as if the two were harbouring some kind of secret. They'd gone out to soothe things out with the villagers, but not enough was being done. What were the rest of the patrol there for at this point?

And then Veronyka left. Tristan left with the commander to where Lord Rolan and Veronyka were, and their patrol soon followed. The action had fallen by the time they'd arrived, and Latham could see the Riders and Veronyka.

But no Tristan.

He'd been captured by Rolan.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he demanded Veronyka, striding right up to her. "We flew all the way here for you, some deserter, and now he's in danger? We shouldn't have come here." His fists hurt with how hard he clenched, they itched to just reach for her neck so he could fucking wring it or something, but he was very aware of the fact that everyone was watching.

Instead, he turned to walk away. That was, until her hands grabbed his tunic, yanking him down so that he was no longer towering over her. He shook in her grip, then froze as he met her eyes. Dark. Her eyes were dark brown, but they were near black with fury now, her jaw clenched. He'd never seen her like this before.

"Do you think there's even the slightest chance that you're more heartbroken than me?" she asked, her voice low. He wanted to open his mouth, because obviously he was heartbroken, because for all his problems with Tristan he wanted him back, but she continued on. "Do you think I wouldn't take his place in an instant if I had a choice?"

She shoved him back, and he stumbled to regain his balance. "Commander," he called out, his voice shaking, "what happened?"

The truth about Veronyka's identity was explained. An Ashfire. Veronyka Ashfire. What was... what was he supposed to do with that? The dynamic changed once more, and he avoided her. Even he wasn't sure how he felt. It wasn't like his dislike and bitterness went away just like that. He wanted to fight her, but he knew it wasn't a good idea to that, even if she started physically asking for it.

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"Look," Veronyka said, as they went through a sparring session. "if you have anything to say to me, just say it to my face. I'm not going to just lash out at you if you insult me."

Latham blocked one of her attacks with ease. "What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know," she said, her next kick containing more force. "Anything. I'm sick of all this. You glaring at me is better than... whatever this is."

"You want me to... yell at you?"

"That's not quite what I meant. But it's what you wanted to do for so long, wasn't it? Didn't you only show consideration because Tristan supported me?"

"I don't hate you," he said through a sigh, avoiding a punch.

"I know that," she said, and something about the way she was so self-assured about that pissed him off slightly.

"Then what do you want?" he asked. "I'm not going to jeapordize your role or anything--"

"I just want to be treated as more of an equal. It's annoying."

She went for another punch, but this time he was able to counter and knock her down to the ground. "because Tristan obviously cares about you."

She looked up at him. "Oh."

He stood still to catch his breath. "That being said, I still don't like you."

She got up, and she was smiling a little. His own lips twitched. "That's fine with me," she said. "You can feel free to show it more. Correct me on things, because I may be an Ashfire, but I still hardly know anything."

He nodded. "Don't complain too much, then," he said.

"Don't worry," she replied, getting into a fighting stance.

He went back in and fought.

He was still upset at her, and that wouldn't change easily, but he knew to acknowledge that she had the same goal as him-- get Tristan back. It wasn't enough, not yet, but he wasn't stupid enough to think that he wasn't mainly affected by his emotions. Maybe she'd prove herself to be more capable.

So for now, that was enough.

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cof taglist: @subrosasteath

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#latham #veronyka ashfire #crown of feathers #cof #ravi writes a thing

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fatewalker-phoenix · 1 year

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Dreamtime + Nyka

From the dreams prompt

As Aspen nursed contentedly at her breast, Eden's eyes drifted shut as she relaxed, allowing the day's weariness to pull her into slumber, and further still into dreams...

A miqo'te woman cooed gently at her litter of kits, her eyes concealed beneath a mop of soft brown hair that bleached into a stark white at its tips. A quiet lullaby fell from her lips as her fingers drifted over tiny heads, stroking ears that were only just beginning to unfold. The kits mewled as they crawled over each other, each vying for their mother's attention.

"Ow-!" Eden winced as she awoke with a start. Aspen's teeth were starting to come in.

#zeal answers #burgiethewriter #I wish it was longer but my brain is currently made of soup #eden azalea #aspen caulfield #veronyka felis #zeal writes

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webtoons-to-add-to-your-tbr · 1 month

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Title: Crown of Feathers

Author: Nicki Pau Preto, Foxkirin

Canvas or Original: Original

Publication year: 2020

Genre: fantasy

Blurb: In a world ruled by fierce warrior queens, a grand empire was built upon the backs of Phoenix Riders - legendary heroes who soared through the sky on wings of fire - until a war between two sisters ripped it all apart. Sixteen years later, Veronyka is a war orphan who dreams of becoming a Phoenix Rider from the stories of old. After a shocking betrayal from her sister, Veronyka sets out alone to find the fabled Phoenix Riders...and will stop at nothing to join their ranks.

#webtoon #crown of feathers #nicki pau preto #foxkirin #original #2020 #fantasy

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haveyoureadthispoll · 2 days

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I had a sister, once… In a world ruled by fierce warrior queens, a grand empire was built upon the backs of Phoenix Riders—legendary heroes who soared through the sky on wings of fire—until a war between two sisters ripped it all apart. I promised her the throne would not come between us. Sixteen years later, Veronyka is a war orphan who dreams of becoming a Phoenix Rider from the stories of old. After a shocking betrayal from her controlling sister, Veronyka strikes out alone to find the Riders—even if that means disguising herself as a boy to join their ranks. But it is a fact of life that one must kill or be killed. Rule or be ruled. Just as Veronyka finally feels like she belongs, her sister turns up and reveals a tangled web of lies between them that will change everything. And meanwhile, the new empire has learned of the Riders’ return and intends to destroy them once and for all. Sometimes the title of queen is given. Sometimes it must be taken.

#book: crown of feathers #author: nicki pau preto

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bookaddict24-7 · 9 months

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RECO OF THE WEEK:

Crown of Feathers by Nicki Pau Preto

Synopsis:

I had a sister, once…

In a world ruled by fierce warrior queens, a grand empire was built upon the backs of Phoenix Riders—legendary heroes who soared through the sky on wings of fire—until a war between two sisters ripped it all apart.

I promised her the throne would not come between us.

Sixteen years later, Veronyka is a war orphan who dreams of becoming a Phoenix Rider from the stories of old. After a shocking betrayal from her controlling sister, Veronyka strikes out alone to find the Riders—even if that means disguising herself as a boy to join their ranks.

But it is a fact of life that one must kill or be killed. Rule or be ruled.

Just as Veronyka finally feels like she belongs, her sister turns up and reveals a tangled web of lies between them that will change everything. And meanwhile, the new empire has learned of the Riders’ return and intends to destroy them once and for all.

Sometimes the title of queen is given. Sometimes it must be taken."

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Check out my very short review here.

Add this book to your TBR on Goodreads here.

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Have you read this book? Would you recommend it?

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Happy reading!

#book reco #reco of the week #recos #book recommendations #Features #on books #on reading #read #reader #reading #young adult #yalit #yareads #Fantasy #booklr #bookworm #bookaholic #bibliophile #nicki pau preto

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song-tam · 2 years

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veronyka kade and sev, number 3

asldkfhslds okay

fight aliens with - sev. give him a laser gun. let him infiltrate an alien ship. this is his moment.

fight zombies with - i was gonna say sev for this one but i feel like he’d be more handy during the apocalypse in general, like with hiding out in a bunker or smth. fighting zombies head on probably means you need to use like. brute force. so for that i’m definitely trusting kade’s muscles

fight capitalism with - VERONYKA FOR SURE she is queen she is girlboss she is absolutely slaying

#asks #avery !!#crown of feathers

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hehehesilly · 3 months

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I miss her. I'm going to be honest, I miss her. I miss the way she used to call me, xe Nyka, I miss it. -Veronyka

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art-ally · 3 months

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Finished the Crown of Feathers trilogy by Nicki Pau Preto and oh my gosh it is so good!! If you loved the How to Train Your Dragon movies then I highly recommend this book!! I will be redoing this piece digitally so keep an eye out for that in a few days!

#alcohol markers #markers #phoenix #phoenix riders #crown of feathers #Nicki Pau Preto #traditional illustration #traditional drawing #traditional art #fanart #book fanart #book recommendations #veronyka ashfire #xephra #httyd #how to train your dragon #john powell #clouds are hard

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ffxivbabey · 3 months

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Peel The Blorbos

Ty for tagging Zeal!

Nyka got:

acerbic wit

you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

Grace got:

flightless bird

the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints... this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem.

Alin got:

sympathy for the devil

you try so hard to be a beacon of hope for everyone, but nobody’s a beacon of hope for you. most likely, someone’s betrayed you in the past. it’s not like you’re easy to walk over, you just believe(d) too much in the inherent good of people. that isn’t a bad thing, and there’s nothing wrong with being kind and forgiving… i just feel kind of bad for you. i hope you can get a friend who doesn’t fuck with your head and take advantage of your kindness for once.

I think Grace's is the most accurate tbh but Nyka's also fits for her various shards/AUs (the most recent one is where she's basically Cloud)

#ch: Veronyka Felis #ch: Grace Flamedancer #ch: Alin Zephyr

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ravs6709 · 1 year

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Until The End, Soothe This Heart Of Mine- Tristnyka (CoF Tangled AU)

CoF tangled au masterlist here.

Word count: 2.0k words

A gift to Bori @subrosasteath! Bori here's your birthday fic! I was thinking about how our first interactions with each other were us creating the tangled au, and I couldn't help but write another part! This scene by this post of yours about the burning building

Hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: fire, injuries mention, slight panicking

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"You havegotto stop making people chase after us," Tristan panted, as Sev dragged him into an abandoned building.

"Look, I'd rather they not chase after me too," Sev muttered.

Well, Tristan supposed he couldn't really do anything about it. "What about that one guard. What's his name, Kade?"

"Well, he's an exception. What about you, what'd you think about Veronyka?"

"She's—she's cute. Wish she wasn't trying to arrest me though."

"It's part of the thrill though," Sev said, looking around to see if they were being followed. Based on the fact that Sev started dragging him towards a stairwell, he supposed that they were. "So you don't get the fuzzy feelings from the second person you see, but you do for the fourth?"

There was a slam of a door being kicked open, followed by two familiar people yelling.

"We know you're in here!" Veronyka yelled.

"Seriously, they caught up already?" Sev asked, speeding up.

Tristan followed him. He supposed that Sev was right, there was a thrill from running, wondering if Veronyka was going to catch up.

"Okay, so," Sev said, "we've got one weapon between the two of us, and only I have actual experience. We'll split up, Kade will probably chase after me, and I can deal with him while you find your way back down."

"We're splitting up?" Tristan repeated. "What if Veronyka comes after you too?"

"She won't," Sev said confidently. "She'll go looking for you."

He dragged Tristan by the arm and pulled into a hallway, then pulled out a lockpick and opened the nearest door.

"I don't think this is smart, and I'm capable of handling myself," Tristan told him.

"Great," Sev muttered, and Tristan couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. "Then handle Veronyka and sneak your way out this building. We're not too far from the nearest town, and there'll be a crowd as the festival starts." He pointed to a distant blob of colour in the distance, in the same direction of where the lanterns were going to be. "We meet in the crowd, it'll be easy to lose them again should they still be on our tail."

Tristan sighed. "Alright." Not like he knew much better. He didn't like the idea of splitting up, but there were only so many things they could do in this building. "Go."

Sev bolted out, and he could hear footsteps not too far from where they were. While Sev ran, Tristan stayed in the room, locked it, then looked to find a good hiding spot should Veronyka force her way in.

He heard one set of steps run up the next flight of stairs, heavy enough that it was probably Kade's. A door in the hallway he was in slammed open.

He found an old wardrobe and hid in there. Another door was slammed open, this one closer. Tristan held his breath, hoping that when Veronyka came in, she wouldn't go through a thorough inspection of the room. Another door slammed open, then a minute later, another. Tristan took in a breath and nearly choked.

The air smelled like smoke. If he listened carefully, he could hear faint crackling. It sounded like it was coming from his room. A fire? If there was a fire...

Tristan feared the flames, but was unsure as to why. He'd never even come close to making a mess in the tower with Rolan, only a tiny flame which had been stamped out immediately. It wasn't serious.

But there was a fire. How?

Tristan gently pushed against the wardrobe door to see how bad the fire was, but then the door next to his room slammed open. He froze. The idea of a fire of an unknown size scared him, but he couldn't risk getting caught. Just a few minutes. Once she left, then he could leave. His door was opened next, and immediately heard cursing.

"Oh, it's huge," he heard her murmur. "I need to find Kade."

Huge? That got Tristan to open the wardrobe doors, andoh, it was way bigger than he thought. It seemed to have started from the curtains--was that anarrow on the ground?--but unfortunately, it was spreading to separate him from the entrance to the room. He coughed from the smoke, watching Veronyka's retreating back.

"Veronyka!" he rasped out, uncaring of the possibility of being caught. "Veronyka!"

He choked again, doubling down. He really needed to get out. The window wasn't an option, due to the flaming curtains, so the only option was the door. But the white hot flames looked too hard to pass through, just standing near them was too hot. Was it even possible to make it out of here alive?

"Tristan!" Veronyka called out, and for a moment, he forgot where he was as Veronyka gazed at him in concern. "Are you okay?"

And then the moment passed in an instant, only for reality to hit him even harder. Fire. There was a fire and he was stuck--

"You need to hurry!" she said.

A slight ember sparked in his direction, and he stepped backwards. "I can't."

"I'm not going to immediately arrest you. Don't worry about that. We need to get out of here andnow."

"I can't," he repeated, taking another step back.

He choked again, it was getting so much harder to breathe.

"Are you scared of the flames?" Veronyka asked, her voice softer than he'd ever heard it from before.

He mustered the strength to nod.

"I can't come in and save you," she said, "one of us needs the strength to get us out. I can carry you out, but I need you to try and get to me. I've been scared a lot, but I've learned to lock it up. I like to picture a stone wall and encase my fears inside. If the fear's trapped in there, it can't get me."

"Okay, I'll try it," he said, closing his eyes.

He pictured a stone wall. Sturdy, a material that couldn't catch on fire. The fires licked at the wall, but couldn't pass through. It burned stronger, and he added more layers. Maybe it wouldn't be enough, but it needed to be good enough for now. Tristan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he ran through the flames, clutching his hair as the heat burned. Warm arms dragged him out, and he was cradled against a soothing body. Those same arms picked him up.

"You're stronger than you look, Veronyka," Tristan said, wrapping his arms around her neck.

Her face was filled with determination, and she didn't turn to look at him, but she smiled. She continued running while carrying him, heading down a flight of stairs.

"Weren't you going to look for Kade?" he asked.

"He can take care of himself."

He nodded. "I don't think Sev will leave him there either."

"You really think so?" The tone of her voice wasn't quite disbelief, more like hope.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well, I don't think Kade would leave him there, either."

"Why did you save me?" he asked.

The arms holding him tensed. "I don't want you to die," she said, facing forward.

The fire was starting to spread rapidly, and Tristan wondered how they were going to be able to escape.

"Thank you," he said, leaning into her.

They went down the last flight of stairs, but the exit to the building was completely engulfed in flames. There was no way they could get out of there...

"Crap, it's everywhere," Veronyka hissed, turning around as she jumped over a small patch of fire. She brought them into a room. "This is the place with the least flames."

As she stopped running, she fell to the floor, arms holding Tristan carefully so she wouldn't drop him.

"Veronyka," Tristan called out, choking.

The smoke was so much worse, his vision was starting to blur.

"I don't..." she gasped out, "I don't have the strength to carry us anymore."

"I'll do it then," Tristan declared, pushing against the floor, only to find that he had no strength left. "God, it's all my fault. He was right, I'm too weak for this. Not only did I put myself in danger, I put Sev, and Kade, and you..."

A hand cupped his cheek, and he looked up to see Veronyka staring at him. It was the gentlest touch he'd ever felt, he just wanted to melt into it. "Who? Who told you that you were too weak?"

"My father," he said. He could still picture Rolan's dark gaze.

"He's wrong," Veronyka said, staring at him intently. "You're strong, you managed to get away from us countless times. Doesn't it mean something? Though, I get it. It's awful being told you aren't good enough, it's part of why I joined the royal guard. My sister thought I couldn't, so I proved that I was capable."

"Where is she now?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen her in years."

"It's a much more noble reason for being out here mine," Tristan said. He expected her to glare at the reminder of why she was chasing after him, that she saw him as a criminal who was assisting another criminal in stealing the kingdom's prized possession. But she didn't glare, didn't flinch, just continued staring at him with the softest of smiles. It gave him the courage to continue. "I just wanted to see the lanterns. Sev found me, and we snuck out of my home so I could look at the floating lanterns."

"That's really the reason you came all this way?" Veronyka asked.

He nodded. "Isn't it stupid that I had to rely on someone else? That I couldn't even just travel there and back without getting in danger?"

"How come you've never done it before?"

"I couldn't just leave. It's only because of Sev that I could leave home in the first place."

"It's not stupid," she said, her voice a mere rasp.

The flames approached them as she slumped, her eyes fluttering. Tristan held her hand, painfully aware of the burns she must have suffered so she could try and save him.

"I had to protect my hair," he confessed. "I have magic hair."

Veronyka looked at him dazedly, and it was then that he realized something. He quickly started singing, using whatever strength he had to rest his hair on top of Veronyka, hair glowing yellow as his throat hurt. Veronyka's eyes opened wide.

"The window," he rasped.

His eyes fluttered shut, and he could vaguely feel those soothing arms pick him up again.

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"..stan..."

"Tristan..."

"Tristan!"

Tristan sat up, wincing at the harsh sunlight in his eyes. Veronyka sat right in front of him, the relieved look on her face brighter and gentler than the sun.

"Are w--" he rasped, and Veronyka quickly gave him some water to drink. "Are we safe?"

"Yeah," she replied, "thanks to you."

His heart had been pounding, but just looking at her soothed him. "You're the one who carried me out."

"Still, you healed me. Don't worry, I won't ask about it unless you want me to."

He smiled. "Thank you. What about Sev and Kade? Are they safe?"

"I haven't seen them," she said. Tristan frowned. "But I see hoofprints heading towards the village, I think they might be Jinx's--Kade's horse."

He let out a breath. "That's where Sev told me to meet him."

She nodded, then began to pick him up again. She set him down on her horse.

"Where are we--"

"I told you I wasn't going to immediately arrest you. I'll take you to the village, it's the least I could do for you." She then climbed on behind him. "Let's go."

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already tagged the person in the taglist lol, so if anyone else wants to be added/removed from the cof taglist, just let me know!

#tristan flamesong #veronyka ashfire #sevro lastlight #tristnyka #cof fanfiction #ravi writes a thing #tangled au #cof #crown of feathers

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