Story
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[waaaay pre-ARR] Early years
The kit to become Byaphine was born in the gentle wooden hills of Skattay's piedmont, in the rather big village of Kisne. Tinier than average and sickly, her mother Griejza hadn't much hope of her survival, nor grow in a desired daughter. Despite her severity, she was still tending to the kit until the coming of age that would see it male and taken to the woods... This prediction made the kit target to mockeries if not bullying fromother children, making a rather sad bnnuy preferring staying inside the maternal burrow.
To everyone' surprise she turned female, making her mother a bit embarrassed; still frail, by no mean she would do a decent huntress. Young Bya was still target to bullying from her "sisters" some almost twice her height... But this rather sombre existence ended by the village shaman and healer need for an apprentice. Already familiar with the weak kit, the venerable veena realized the ever-growing mists accumulation in the young woman.Her frequent fevers and weakness were caused by anomalously strong affinity to aether, Bya's body unable to cope with the energy's abundance in her veins. This threatening condition turned with care and training into a gift, the apprentice soon able to cast potent healing magicks and barriers. The usual limit casters faced was barely existant for this astute learner; she grew healthier thanks to massive mists use out of her tiny frame. Mockeries thawed, and finally the smol veena could find acceptance in the village. Rekindling with merriness, she decided to keep the smile as much as she could from any further ordeals her hopefully long life would throw at her.
Now well established, the young woman still enjoyed the quiet and solitude of the woods, one of her only consolation during her childhood. Medicinal herbs still not harvesting themselves, often she was scouring on her own, mists as efficient wards against predators. However, a peculiar need drawn her close to the warmer jungle of Golmore. It was home of the Ravaa tribe, not really kind to any trespasser, long-eared or not. Luck was on her side though, any other woodwarden aiming at her would've probably cut short her existence.
The rather young male spotting her missed his shot, only to face the rather brutal retaliation of her magicks. Not really into killing, the mender found her aggressor weakened and sick, probably on his last ropes and bound to die in general indifference like many other males. She did what she do best to this day, nursing the cautious woodwarden back to health as her duty commanded. Of few words at first, he still expressed his gratitude before she left...From kindness seeds of friendship were planted.
Peace in the woods
Credits: @gamerjje (X)
The young mender kept well the secret of her encounter, but perhaps she grew even more eager to visit the woods, her newfound contact helping her to find herbs from warmer climes. It is during one of those escapade the turning point in her life happened. A group of hyurs, mostly women and children, encroached the forest in their flee from an armed band. To her utter horror, she witnessed the onslaught of every trespasser from the woodwardens, unwavering to any pleas.
Shaken to the core and revolted by the way of her people, her decision came after few days of haunting nightmares. People suffered out of the woods, powerless and vulnerable as she was before. And so, in the favor of dusk, she packed her meager possessions and walked toward the border. Was it fate or did her tailed her? She never knew. A hand pulled her before she crossed the carved wards, her friend trying to retain her. Yet, he was unable to make her renounce... As he saw her go, he couldn't help the urge to follow this small woman about to face the wide world. She needed to be protected. This night, two vieras left for good their ancestral homes.
[Still pre-ARR] Our terra firma
The outside world was as stimulating experience as it was destabilizing, but thanksfully they could count on each other. Travelling different nations as wanderers, they survived of small mercenary and hunting from him, then gifts from grateful villagers healed by her. Only upon their arrival in the Shroud they felt the need for a more stable existence, and for a time decided to settle here. With further need to interact with locals, they bestowed a new name to each other; they would be known as Byaphine and Meruun. His archery prowess gave him stable job with the local guild, while she delved into the elementalists' arts to learn new ways of relieving people.
As years passed, they started to notice colleagues and friend were aging, when they still kept both appearance of energy of their youth. For the first time the duo felt the burden of their kin... The death of a former Byaphine's apprentice triggering their need of return to a wandering life.
Their travels and the time in Gridania gradually changed them, the smol veena growing more confident, the silent ravaa more sociable, funny even when he bothered trying. Often mistaken as a couple, they kept seeing each other as inseparable friends... With benefits, their relatively young age for their kin making them curious. It took one more decade and half a continent scoured later to realize how dense they were. By feelings and actions, they were lovers by all means. It is actually Meruun taking the initiative, proposing to her in the eorzean fashion atop the Pharo Sirius. A moved healer became soon after an happy wife.
[pre-ARR again] The recipe of happiness
The couple kept on a semi-nomadic way of life, settling couple years in different parts of the three continents before moving again. As much as a choice to avoid the pain they felt in Gridania, than the unrest touching nations and their people. By both their trades and new ones learn by the years, they didn't had much trouble to cover their humble needs, happy by the simple presence of each other.
Their many encounter and the growing network they had finally brought them an opportunity they could hardly disregard. Sharlayan's Gleaner guild was relentlessly seeking competent explorers to replenish its teams. The financial stability and other advantages, then the certitude to get the means to explore further the Star made them really easy to convince. And so decades flowed, rich in discoveries, thrilling if not dangerous situations, many faces and new horizons. Byaphine expended on her healing talents with surgery and alchemy, but also found herself fascinated by the many devices designed by current and old civilizations. Especially the isghardians machinists and their devastating arsenal... A good way to make up for her small frame, and challenge her husbun in sharpshooting... She never managed to beat.
But one day, a major event reached the couple. Byaphine felt and recognized the signs; despite her precautions, she was expecting... Increasingly attached to the precepts of the eorzean goddess Menphina, she was ready to plea for keeping the child, despite the risks for her weak body. To her relief, Meruun was prompt, if not happy to welcome a new life and build an eorzean family, an idea he pondered for long. A new adventure they would face together with all the changes it would bring, like settling in their own home they could now afford. The mild Upper la Noscea matched their wishes, and an happy mother-to-be rested in their nest while he took on shorter missions to secure more gils.
They lengthily discussed the names and the live they dreamed for their child. Lilly was certain, as he often called her with affection his "Lilly of the valley". Be the kit turn male, its Isghardian equivalent sounded just wonderfully. "Muguet"
[Pre-ARR] Devastation
Months slowly passed, but felt the longest they both lived. Byaphine, closely monitoring the life growing in her now big belly, Meruun increasingly eager to see their firstborn. The smol veena truly had the impression she married a kit... Few weeks before the expected birth, Meruun was called to reinforce a team making some annual survey in Nymian ruins. Hesitant to leave his wife, he however departed has the trip promised to be short and the area considered safe. Two days and he'll be back, hopefully with some rolanberry cheesecake to calm her pregnancy sweet craves...
Two days later at dusk, knocks at their abode made the smol veena rush at the door, eager to welcome her love. But upon opening, she met the shaken face of a Reogardhin, surrounded by his gleaner colleagues. Dread spread like burning poison in her veins... And her world broke at the sight of the shrouded body in the carriage. Her harrowing yell haunted them to their last breath, as much has the unfolding tragedy. Her distress transformed into very physical, excruciating pain. She fell, her belly burning like the Seven Hells. Slipping away from devastating reality, she could only cry and implore the gods to spare the life she felt waning in her womb.
All she held precious was lost this day. Her century-long kindred soul was taken away from a collapsing wall in the ruins, an accident no one managed to anticipate. The shock of his loss triggered the labor too early... Leading to the miscarriage of their firstborn, all that was left of him.

Requiem
Credits: Scarchou
[Up to few years before ARR] Everything to forget : new life in Sharlayan
Despite the tenets of the Lover, Bya tried to rejoin her beloved in the Sea of Stars. Hopefully prevented to do so in the hospital she was admitted in. Yet she was letting herself withers, under the powerless gaze of the staff looking after her.
With no known relative, and much obligated by contract, the Gleaner guild send some support, but nothing nowhere close enough to even keeping up the will to live. She was an empty husk, thrown in a bottomless pit of despair and guilt for losing her child.
Nothing was apparently able to prevent another life lost to the cruelty of fate, until a strange-looking Raen visited the bedridden veena. Known as Archon Urfel Cyanaile, he was a friend of the couple, draw close to by work and a shared -and by all mean strange- longevity. No words could relieve Byaphine for her loss, only time... And a chance to do so.
He brought her back with him in Old Sharlayan, patiently looking after her the time her psyche recover enough to not attempt at her own life. Gradually, he tried to interest her again to the world, but she wasn't able to feel any wanderlust any longer. Instead, to keep her mind busy from the pain and secure her a place on the island, he mentored her to scholar work, and soon pushes her to take on an Archon thesis.
This care and skilful words managed to give her some sort of meaning and purpose; she couldn't prevent the loss of her family, but she still could fight to prevent this pain to others. She dedicated herself tirelessly to medicine research, capitalizing to her already long experience. In an almost natural development of her previous trades and interests, she embraced somanoutics and wield the Sage's attire. The condition of her body were of peculiar interest for the Studium, forcing drastic and often very experimental modifications to the armaments entrusted to her. The veena's work on miniaturized arcana geometries and micro-level healing formulas granted her the coveted title of Archon only five years after her arrival.
This praiseworthy feat meant very little to her, aside ensuring she could still dull her pain by lenghty shifts. At first assigned to the Physis Technon (far before the turn for the worst of this institution), she gained enough recognition to be affected to the post-exodus main medical faciliy, the Panacea. Taking care of patients was the meager comfort her daily life could offer...
Nights was still an ordeal though, barely calming with the passage of time. More often than not, she couldn't keep her tears from flowing, alone in a cold bed. By all mean superficial and yet another source of self-loathe, she turned to night life for relief. Be it at first temporarily oblivion with strong beverage, then accepting one-stand company in her apartment. And soon, she learned to wear a mask of teasing and playfulness, growing more intricate by the years. Her appetite earned her a discreet reputation on the island, hopefully outmatched by her devotion for her job and the Lover's tenets...
[ARR to EW] Reaching the skies
Since the exodus, then the 7th Umbral Calamity, it became clear no nation had the strength to ensure the security of its citizen and culture. As a sanctuary of knowledge and far from the ongoing push of the Garlean Empire, Sharlayan remained relatively spared. Louisoix Leveilleur's plea to intervene on the Star's fate was only meet with a rather general stoicism Byaphine mostly shared, still entrapped in her pain. A source of dissension with Archon Urfel, eager to disappear sometimes whole month on "field trips".
Revelations about Etheirys' history, and the generation-lasting project directing the island policy in anticipation to the Final Days blown winds of changes at last. The insular island vowed more open policies and presence on the international stage, while the reinforced alliance with the moon-dwelling loporrit brought wealth of new research opportunities. With now the Scions of the 7th Dawn "officially" disbanded, voices and concern arose in the Forum about the nation vulnerabilities against unforeseen existential threat, or her more immediate defences against regular conflict.
Thus the AEGIS program was born, encompassing various researches capitalizing on strengthen ties with Thavnair, the former empire, the loporrits and of course the wonders delved from the past. Byaphine by her position and skills found herself involved in two of its main projects.
With her ties to a now married and father of plenty Urfel, she assisted on a vast endeavor to retro-engineer an allagan A.I., with the close support of a very serious loporrit named Mendingway. Both long-eared fellow learnt to work in tandem, surprisingly completing each other quite well in skills and characters. By the joint efforts of many teams the O.R.I.N. A.I came to be.
Urfel insisted to dedicate one subroutine of this astronomically efficient calculating entity to maintain the formulas stabilizing Bya's aether flow. At long last, she didn't have to drain herself with potent magicks anymore. The surplus rerouted to keep the formulas working, alongside the technomagick and somanoulithics devices in her everyday work. In case of dire need, she can get ride of those limiters, but at her own risks if O.R.I.N. isn't available to restore them...
However, as much as she grew found on teasing her even shorter loporrit colleague Mendingway, the second project gave her something she could only dream of. Wings. An ongoing effort carried by the now reformed Psysis Techron aimed at improving sage's armaments. Due to her overabundant aether density, the seasoned Byaphine was the top candidate to test new prototypes without suffering energy limitations. By embracing some garlean designs and seeking to explore new possibilities, the EIR armament displayed enough output to realize an engineer's phantasm. Individual-propelling system, traducing in what's look aether wings from afar. The overly eager smol sage, discovered the thrill of fending the skies, something she wouldn't relinquish for anything. Other prototypes are also tested, but searcher now struggle to adapt them for less aether-full users and mass production.

Sharlayan's sky fairy
Credits: @gamerjje (X)
[EW] Blessed by the Cur[s]e
When not busy in programming, appointments or chasing the clouds, Byaphine consulted Panacea's request register attributing new patients following each medic's field of expertise. A direct request from an expatriate citizen about a veena suffering acute aether leak caught her attention. Little she could guess this peculiar case would be far more troublesome than getting some Forum's member in her office (which happened fairly often).
It took months to gather the rare materials to complete a cure originating from Sui-no-Sato, any conventional mean unable to save her patient. Weeks spent sleeping in her office, monitoring closely with Mendingway and O.R.I.N. the lady slowly fading away. She even had to resort to extreme measures aka induced coma, pleas from the patient itself to die, mental breakdown from some of her friends... Something able to stretch thin any hardened medic.
Mendatory by miss Ethel's side, she even missed the sad anniversary of her beloved's passing, when she usually visit his grave and their child's. Depressed and tired, she still found enough energy to answer in kind to the teasing jests of a limsian mariner part of the recruited mercenaries. She was the first surprised to actually have a drink with the man, even more to see him the next morning still in her bed.
An irredeemable oaf, but a tender, caring man breaking her intricated mask to reach her bleed dry heart. Through woes they started to tame each other, especially after an attack on her office left her gutted and as good as dead... The unmasking of a rogue Archon and his sympathizers was the last push she needed to follow the signs send by the Lover. After more than half a century, Byaphine left the island, taking a undetermined leave for deserved rest and even more deserved love.
[Early DT] Thunderstruck
Byaphine enjoyed her months of newfound freedom. She found herself quite busy though, engaged with the lomisian administration in a fierce battle. The calamity wiped many things, including sections of the archives. As a result, proof her citizenship was lost, and she needed treasures of patience to see the issue adressed. Only then she was allowed to buy a plot, and build their loveden... With plenty of bottle racks to keep her man happy of course ! Most of her free time went in furnishing, then working on the health "issue" of her man, and of course a lot of snuggles.This relatively housewifey lifestyle was good enough for her after decades dumped in workalcolism... But the call of adventures once more rang with the Turali traderoute opening. Her beloved quite literally jumped on the first Maelstrom boat sailing west, leaving the smol viera for a time... And soon a wonderful realization.The medic was now sure : she once more nurtured life. Firmly determined to not repeat past's tragedy, she took all disposition within her reach to monitor closely their child development. Yet, news from the west brought for a time worrisome tiding, but also words of technological wonders in a nation called Alexendria.Torn between her sense of precaution and the call of discovery, a letter of a uncle tipped the scale. A request to sail in a city of neons instead of gold, when a aether-induced disease claimed many children. Strong with her expertise developed treating miss Ethel, Bya crossed the ocean direction the oddly-named Solution 9.Despite some initial friction due to the cultural gap regarding souls, she rapidly adjusted to the place. Her magiteck prowess helped her grasp the fundamentals of electrope, and work to improve children's condition. Far from a remedy still, but at least some ray of hope for the many worried families. Bya gained in turn precious new tools to further monitor her pregnancy, and lot of tasty mocktails. Few outsiders adapted to Solution 9 as fast as the smolbnnuy, and for a time she considered moving there. Her mission came to a end once not-so-retired scions came out with a definitive cure, allowing her to rest and focus on her pregnancy.
[End DT] Little Spark, and a family that never was
The birth of her long-awaited kit was up to a rough start. If not for her expertise and assistants, the smol mother would have bleed to death in labor ! A worthy trial if you asked her, as soon as she held her daughter, named Mani (for short).The baby health's soon became another big source of worries in itself . Mani being prone to fevers, Byaphine's dread proved correct ; the infant aether was too much for its body, and strongly lightning-attuned on top of that. The symptoms being expertly addressed, the initial guilt and stress the mother felt slowly tawned. As the first months passed, the child's constitution proved enough to withstand the condition unlike her mother (and probably thanks to the father)
Life finds a way
Credits : Cataoshi
The borderline overwhelmed smol could still rely on her trusty friend Mendingway and ORIN vigilance, but not as much on her fiancée as she would have liked to. Often sent away by his work, he also find himself caught time and time again in often violent matters. Until one of such issue saw the little family explicitly threatened. As a result, the smol had to live under permanent presence of a mercenary band around the house, and some following her for the slightest step outside. At first, she endured, but the issue eventually run on her nerves and a serious couple dispute erupted. Even sorted out in satisfying compromise, his sometime long absences slowly eroded their bound.With no sign of him slowing down as promised, she became increasingly anxious to see history repeat itself. Only to notice on the few times they managed to head outside their relation to be questioned. In the end, the situation became too hard for her. After a lengthy and painful discussion, she finally had to accept her dream of a family would never come true with him. Even by parting of a mutual consensus and relatively good terms, the pain was as overwhelming as her love was genuine. She went back in her uncle's house in Sharlayan with Mani for a week. For this week and this week only she allowed herself to cry out loud her broken heart. But none to be shed afterwards, as she could not afford to ; she had a daughter to care for.
[End DT] Small but mighty
With the best reason to fight, the tiny veena faces now head-on the multiple fights of a single mother. Thankfully she is not alone in this. Mendingway went as far as turning off his role among the Cosmic Exploration initiative to get back by the vieras' side. A true friend, and the best colleague she could ask for. Even the sassy ORIN toned down its barbs on its own, as if the AI gained a sensibility to "fleshlings" plights.Still coping with her wound, Byaphine resumed her work as a local medic in Limsa, hoping at some point to move elsewhere. She also restarted involving herself on the side in some classified research projects... But despite her overcrowded schedule, the smol already starts to dream again... Helped by the smiles of a lively Mani
The smol (p)harmacist
Credits : Kevin