The story of the Warrior of Light is known across Eorzea as one of timeless perserverance, bravery, and friendship. An unbreakable line at the head of the Alliance's forces, a leader of men, an ally of dragons, a slayer of primals, a hero to the smallfolk.
On the other hand, the story of the adventurer Tibbett Tibe is relatively less known. Currently, she's under a shaded tree in the Lavender Beds, smiling slightly at a freshly finished sword on her anvil.

They are, of course, the same story. To speak of one is to invoke the other, but there is a marked disconnect between the fabled hero's deeds and the day to day of just another Lalafell. It's in these moments between the grand quests to save the world that she can truly rest and spend time among friends.

Yawning, she brushes bits of metal and dirt from the cushion below her and takes a knee again with hammer in hand. What little sunlight is able to make its way through the leaves above her reflects dully off the pile of ingots at her side. A few fulms away, a pink haired adventurer from her Free Company checks the marketboard with barely concealed irritation. Tibbett closes her eyes, listening to the sound of the nearby waterfall, the birds, the wind gently rustling the branches above her, and drifting up from the large house at the bottom of the hill, the sound of a friend calling her name.

"Kellen, up here! Over by the marketboard!" she yells, taking a deep breath and preparing the materials for her next sword on the anvil. The redheaded Miqo'te jogs lightly up the hill, taking a seat underneath the tree with her.
"What'cha making?" he asks, staring at the softly glowing light gripped in her tongs.
"Oh, uh. A sword, I think," she responds, absentmindedly waving the hammer in her off hand. "My retainer ended up selling everything I'd given them to market, so I feel like I've got to put something up there." She pauses between hammer swings, finally looking at the catboy beside her. "I'm gonna be here a while, if you want to hang out and talk."
"Of course!" he responds, smiling brightly.

Tibbett loved the thrill of adventure, the glory of combat, the satisfaction of a world safe to live another day... but in truth, there were always days when she suspected this scene was what she really wanted. She wanted to be with her friends, unburdended by the responsibility of the fate of the world, together in the peaceful shade of her favorite tree in the Lavender Beds. But so too as the story of the adventurer Tibbett Tibe continues on its own, the story of the Warrior of Light continues with it. To live the fate of one is to invoke the other. And so she takes these moments, these peaceful afternoons of making fresh wares by the marketboard, these hours talking the day away with her friends, and she cherishes them as best she can.

(If selected I would like the Bluebird earrings)