Gulool Ja Ja's Legacy: A FFXIV Dawntrail Rewrite [Fanfiction]

Ch3: The Feat of Reeds

After arriving at Tuliyollal and touring this magnificent capital of Tural, the Warrior of Light was mired on a beach. So, too, were the other scions that now escorted Wuk Lamat.

The very reason for their inaction was, of course, Wuk Lamat herself.

True to Erenville's assessment of her, the female hrothgar demonstrated no interest in the rite of succession.

Wuk Lamat currently laid at ease on her beach lounger, sipping her wild banana blend made from Ja Tiika bananas from Yak T'el's lower canopy.

The Warrior of Light was capable of maintaining a patient outer demeanor, as did Krile and Alphinaud. Erenville less so, often rubbing his temples with his thumb and finger. However, the viera knew of Wuk Lamat's nature, and had long accepted his fate when accompanying her.

The one who truly could not tolerate the current situation was Alisaie. The elezen repeatedly glared at Wuk Lamat, who made it a priority to ignore the dagger eyes as she stretched and basked in the sun.

How could this princess lounge around without a care in the world?

Alisaie turned towards her twin brother, wishing to voice her frustrations, only to see Alphinaud roll onto his side and pretend to 'fall asleep'.

Feeling betrayed by her brother, she stood and strutted towards the Warrior of Light in her beachwear with a glint in her eyes.

"You were never one to rest on your laurels," she said. "Surely, you feel a calling to action?"

The Warrior of Light pondered on what to say in reply. True, charging into battle had always been the Warrior of Light's eventual fate. Then, there's all the busy and mundane assistance the Warrior of Light rendered to the inhabitants of various locales.

"I am quite satisfied with a break after traveling to the ends of the universe," the Warrior of Light said, sipping a wild banana blend as well.

Alisaie bit her lips as her eyes narrowed. Yet instead of exploding, she twirled on the spot.

"What do you think? How do I look?"

The Warrior of Light considered many potential answers. One such answer was to mention her mother, who had, in fact, requested the Warrior of Light to provide her with glamorous outfits. Probably not the best answer.

The Warrior of Light also considered simply staying silent. Just like Alphinaud. However, Alisaie was certain to cause a scene in the face of such a response.

Thus, the Warrior of Light chose the most obvious option.

"Absolutely stunning!" The Warrior of Light answered with a bright smile.

"Hmm." Alisaie beamed but forcefully withdrew the pride filling her chest. "How about a competition? Remember when we were on The First?"

"Oh?" The Warrior of Light would certainly welcome some action.

"Turali land crabs. Five minutes." With that declaration, Alisaie dashed off. Alphinaud sighed dramatically in his 'dreams'.

Five minutes later, Alisaie would return with seven crabs in hand. The Warrior of Light only returned with six.

"Well. I suppose it is your victory," the Warrior of Light noted.

"You... didn't go easy on me, did you?" Alisaie harbored suspicion. She recalled that back in their competition on The First, the Warrior of Light had returned with one less as well.

"Our leisurely pace has unfortunately infected my mind and my bones," the Warrior of Light seriously stated.

"Wow!" Wuk Lamat yelled as she leapt onto her feet with feline grace. "Perfect for crab stew! Time for a delicious meal!"