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quakeroc · 7 months

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fleurdelanuit13 · 7 months

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FFXIVWRITE 2023: Prompt 6 - Ring

Lyla ran her fingertip around the rim of a wine glass. The glass rang effortlessly. She kept it up. She wanted to lose herself in that sound, to let everything else melt away under it...

But the ice in Coerthas did not melt, and like the glaciers the Fury moved, Lyla's problems were constant. They ran deep. One glass would not change that.

There were footsteps she didn't hear over the resonance. Lamplight struggled to fill the wall behind her. She saw the glow arcing through the glass, but she did not look behind her until its source spoke. Their tone was not accusatory, merely curious.

"What are you doing?"

Lyla turned her head. There stood Ser Janseranda de Dauthuille—or Janse for short. Janseranda was the second eldest of another highborn family that Lyla had become entangled with, and like many Elezen, Janse was well over a fulm taller than Lyla.

What was Lyla doing? Aside from not being vigilant? Why did she have her back to a door? Why was she sitting in a kitchen at moonrise, playing with a fancy cup that probably cost a ridiculous sum?

"Nothing," Lyla said, taking her hand away from the glass. "My apologies. I did not mean to wake you."

"You did not. I just happened to be awake, hoping some of my brother's pastries remained—and they do." Janseranda spied the small but plentiful platter on the table and went to grab a pair of plates and cutlery. "You looked so deep in thought. I did not mean to interrupt you. Were you praying?"

Lyla shook her head lightly. "No, I was just... meditating."

"Meditating by moonlight?" Janse grinned and set a pastry on each plate. "How romantic."

Lyla shrugged. "I suppose it is." She looked at the moonlight that managed to reach the windows. "Do you pray with glasses here?"

Janseranda chuckled. "There are a few ways I could answer that, but to keep on topic, yes. If you desire to, you can use them in prayer and in meditation as you were. Shall I show you?"

Lyla nodded. "If it pleases you."

Janse's eyes lit with joy. "It does, very much."

Janse rolled up her sleeves and fetched several more glasses from a cabinet. "There are more ways to arrange and play them, but this is how I was first taught."

She set the glasses in a way that resembled Halone's symbol. "This is the Fury's Spears arrangement." Using Lyla's glass as a reference, Janseranda began to fill the others with water. "It runs from high to low. Naturally, the points contain the highest notes."

"Very apt," Lyla said.

"Indeed. Together like this, the glasses become a verrillon," Janse explained.

"That's what it's called here?" Lyla asked.

"Do you know it?" Janse asked excitedly.

"Yes, just not by that name," Lyla said, watching the light dance in the water. "I've heard it as the glass harp. Where I'm from, we call it rings of ice." Her clan too used it for spiritual purposes and just for fun.

"Oh I love that." Janse beamed. "It does sound as the ringing of ice, do they not?" She tested the glasses until she found the desired pitches (or close enough).

"I've not heard it played in some time either," Lyla added.

Hands at the ready, Janseranda paused. "Then I bid you bear with me. I've not played in a very long time." Some shyness sneaked into their smile. "So imagine this, but played much better and across three verrillons within a cathedral."

If Janseranda had forgotten anything about the verrillon, Lyla wouldn't've known. If notes were off-key, Lyla couldn't tell. Any errors were deftly countered and swept up in the sound. Janse's fingers flowed as smooth as silk across the glasses, and Lyla wondered if the knight had missed a calling as a musician.

"It's beauti—" Lyla started to say, but a stab of pain in her head stopped the words. No, no, no, no, she thought as her vision greyed out and her mouth went dry. Not here!

She didn't want to faint. She folded her arms and laid them and her head down on the table as quickly as she could without throwing herself. At least this way, she might not fall. Her breath felt short and her ears rang with the last note Janse had played, but Janse was no longer playing. The Elezen's finger was glued to the glass as the Echo took them both.

Lyla saw flashes of memory.

A tutor instructed a group of children. One kid raised their hand and asked cleverly, "If the highest notes are the points, does that mean that the lowest are in the—"

"Yes, my lady." The tutor interrupted wearily and several kids tried not to laugh. "Pray refrain from any and all uncouth remarks regarding their placement. You must needs be above such juvenility, all of you."

Next, Lyla saw the inside of what she assumed was part of Saint Reymanaud's Cathedral she was too unbelieving to enter. Just as light through the stained glass filled the chapel with light, three verrillons and a children's choir filled the space with sound.

A statue of the Fury towered behind the group. Embedded crystals glowed brightly, lighting up Her weapons and the sigils of her armor. Some of the kids only mouthed the lyrics, but Janse sang fully as they played. Their joy was infectious. Lyla almost found herself smiling even in the waking world.

"Are you alright?" Janse asked breathlessly, rubbing their head as the vision ended and the Echo released its hold. Lyla's glass had fallen over. It didn't break, but it did spill water onto Lyla's sleeves and across the kitchen table. Janse looked at her with concern.

Lyla examined her sleeve. "'Tis only water," she said, not yet lifting herself up. "It will dry."

"You're crying." Janse went to Lyla's side the table. They moved the fallen glass out of the way and the light of restorative magicks shone around their hand. "Are you in pain? Did we not witness the same thing?"

Lyla took deep breaths, trying to steady her rhythm. "No, I... Yes, we saw the same thing. I'm fine. It just... I usually don't see good things when that happens. I was just surprised. You were so happy."

Janse nodded and said fondly, "It was a good day."

#lyla sylvie ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #this is set during hw #in which i make up lore again #this one's set earlier than the story for the fulsome prompt and lyla doesn't know at first that janse uses other pronouns #janse played 'heavensward' for her

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