Danann LeFae
"We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic." ~ Libba Bray
On the surface Danu's goals in Eorzea are to drink deeply of all its splendors. Her coming of age was marked by the backpack she wears proudly, and a stipend from her wealthy family - it seems three children were one too many to keep up appearances but that suited the Miq'o just fine, as it allowed her to live with the grass between her toes and the wind in her hair.
Seemingly Naive, Danu dances in and out of troublesome situations with a grace reserved for the freespirited. It is relatively easy to acquire her attention. Unfortunately, that means it is equally as simple to lose it - that is, unless you have a tale to tell or an experience to share. Sometimes she wonders if perhaps her destiny is to follow a bard...
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In depth (Spoilers after here)
Born on the fringe of Noble society, Danu walked with her feet in the court but a hand casting ripples into the commons. Her Eldest sibling took well to the life on an adviser, departing to further his studies in the castle. Her sister, the next in line, was perfectly suited to taking over the household. Danu found this perfectly to her liking, and set out to work with the people instead. When first she left her home, she began in the valleys below the Castle of Voebert. She had always seen below the castle fields on visits, but now set out to see the people.
She traveled into the forests of the fair folk, and took care around watery passages, until her travels had brought her nearer to Kholusia. Leary of what she might find, the stay wasn't long. Her common was worse for wear, and her family had been resisting the draw of Eulmore so vehemently, and the people were not want to speak of their troubles to an outsider. No, she instead made her way to Lakeland. One night under the starry skies, the night vanished forever.
Danu still tries to piece together what came of that night. The land cracked and creaked as though a bridge giving way, and the night vanished under the burning, blinding light which made way across the lands. She remembers the pain, the light, and then the swirling eternity which brought all manner of nightmares screaming through her mind until the day she awoke in a new forest. A strange, and unknown place that seemed to be... moving?
Eorzea
Danann pretended to be mute when she first arrived in a carriage through the twelve's wood, seemingly en route to the great city of Gridania, or so the man across from her stated. Thankfully, though he spoke too much to keep up with, his questions were simple enough and he seemed to accept gestures. Once arrived, she found helpful souls who spoke near enough to common for her to keep up.
The first year was hard. Harder than it ever should have been. Harder than she had imagined life to be when she set out to act as liaison from the common folk to those in charge. Her common grew strong, and her accent began to hide away to ward off suspicions. Thankfully, the city she'd come to allowed her to learn the arts of Conjury, a step in the direction of her childhood hero, Lamitt.
The pain of the unknown faded under the new sights to explore, and she followed along to assist the locals in order to more easily see the lands. If nothing else, when she got home, she would have plenty to tell her folks! When, or if, she got home...
Those thoughts were brushed aside by war, and lore, and all the wonderful spices and experiences there were to explore. The girl gave in to indulgences, and craved to fill the hole in her heart and worried head with whatever she could find.
The Scholar in the Dreamer
Danu met an older scholar during her travels who inspired her to work more with her hands, picking up trades and crafts like she had luxuries. He learned she had been living in the woods or on the beach with her chocobo companion, and insisted she stay as his assistant, if only to give her a place to stay. Going through his notes, and looking over his studies, she recognized - he had been to her home! But things did not make sense. He spoke as though the Pixies lived near the castle, and told of the ruins beneath a great lake there? Eulmore seemed to be a power of its own and the mysterious Crystarium...
She helped him with his research, translating the old tongue and what she remembered of her homeland only to learn that her jump in time had very nearly been a hundred years. It was some time longer before she could travel to see it for herself: and now as the last heir to her ruined home, she struggles between the sense of duty to bring order back to her homeland and pay homage to her long gone society; or to make a home nestled in Eorzea and numb out the past for good.
