To the Girl That Tried Her Best

Dear Tataru,

I’m not one for words, in fact, most of my communications to you thus far has been naught but stoic nods. Truthfully, I am a shy, scared individual, who has stumbled on something far greater and demanding than I ever thought possible. All of Eorzea demands of me; my presence, my ability, and my willingness to fight to the bitter end. The world thinks of me as the “Warrior of Light”, a defender of the realm. They see me as a weapon, one meant to fight primals and any threat that comes to our shores. But they don’t understand the danger I put myself in, the fear that I face every time I take up my axe and fight. Any mistake I make would have grave consequences, not only to myself, but to all the land. Sometimes, I feel like a fraud.

So Tataru, I write this letter to you under the possibility of my demise. Pray, forgive me my melancholy, but the reality of a “Warrior of Light” is one of danger that could only end in tragedy. Before that comes to pass however, I wanted you to know the effect you have had on me. Of the fond memories that I share with you, and the memories that continually encourage me to fight.

The desk was too tall in the Waking Sands. You could barely peek your head over the books scattered on the desk. But when I approached, a stranger to the Scions, you welcomed me in. Amidst a team comprised of skilled disciples of war and magic, you were the receptionist. But you took to your job as dedicated as any Scion. We were fighting gods and monsters the average man could not even imagine, but still you stood by my side through it all.

You let not your position or background hold you back. When the Scions had moved to Mor Dhona and needed more funds, you picked up the pickaxe and tried yourself in the Disciple of the Land. Despite your best efforts, you were not successful. But still you tried. You even tried yourself in the Arcanist school of magic, and still met failure. I fondly remember your carbuncle ignoring your commands (do not worry, it happened to me too, but with Eos. Trying to command her to use Whispering Dawn instead of Embrace at critical times, can be quite difficult). What I remember most however, was your resolve.

Despite everything, you do not give up. You put the needs of others before your own and face every challenge head on. You are a sweet, small girl with the strength of courage and resolve more so than any Warrior I have ever known. All these memories I have of you, encourage me to keep fighting and remember just who I am fighting for. The scions, whom I now call friends, would be the lesser without you.

Pray, keep facing every challenge. Keep your head held high and keep trying. Because of you, Tataru Taru, I certainly shall.

Yours truly,

Lyall Sevus

(Gaelicap, it is super cute!)