In a word, yes. #FFXIV #hyur #ForAlaMhigo #WoLQotDanswers

We see Margot Weisshexer, very close-up, wearing a blue lily corsage in her hair, and a pale blue overcoat over a dark sweater. Wherever she is, it is bitterly cold, but she is outside under weak sunlight. She is speaking with her eyes closed, recalling a memory, which she relates to someone. "You would not have recognized Estinien, I wager," she announces to her unseen friend, "when he beheld the great wyrm Vrtra in Thavnair. The compassion. The understanding. Twas as if the thousand years of war with dragon-kind were but a fairy tale spun from a macabre imagination."

Margot opens her eyes, turns her head away, and gazes into the distance, smiling. "Little Lord Alphinaud may finally be growing up at last," she chuckles in a half-mocking, half-loving tone, referring to their mutual friend who is absent and unable to defend his honor in the conversation. "He is lately an ambassador to both Garlemald and Alexandria, a nation borne here from another world by magics beyond our ken. We live in a world that we could not have imagined when first we met."

Margot laughs heartily as she continues, "And Tural! Oh, how I wish I could have taken you there to meet its people. So warm, kind, welcoming... Wuk Lamat would have loved you immediately and begged you to stay." She grows only slightly more somber, and adds, "And they, too, needed our aid."

Our view retreats from Margot's face, to reveal the friend to whom she has been speaking: Haurchefant Greystone, or, rather, his grave marker, with his sundered shield leaning against it. Margot has her gloved palm pressed against the cold metal. She opens her eyes to look at it as if she were again beholding her departed friend's face. "So you see, dear Ser Haurchefant," she addresses him formally, "it is no vain exaggeration to say that you, in saving me, have saved every life on this star. I shall ever endeavor to wear a smile befitting my station, for you, my hero. Rest now, old friend. Your duty is complete."

#Febhyurary2026 28 — Duty Complete

Margot visits an old friend to catch up on current events and congratulate him on a job well done.

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Margot Weisshexer, a young conjurer, emerges from the solar in the Waking Sands, freshly inducted into the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Her hair is cropped short, and she wears the simple white cotton robe of a novitiate conjurer. Thancred Waters bursts through the doors behind her and jogs to catch up. "Ah, yes, Margot, was it?" he calls after her. "Just a moment, if you could spare it."

Thancred pulls alongside and flashes a confident smile. "Firstly, I must echo Minfilia's heartfelt welcome to our beloved order," he announces to Margot, spreading his arms wide in a welcoming gesture. "I'm sure you'll be a fine addition to our merry band."

As they continue walking, Thancred's right hand hovers slightly higher, to come to rest on Margot's shoulder. He continues, "Now I'm sure Yda and Papalymo have been excellent guides for you in Gridania, but now that you're officially one of us, we have a tradition that our new initiates should receive the guidance of a dedicated mentor. I hope it would not be too forward of me to ask that you consider—"

Another group of Scions crosses the hallway in front of them, and one of their number — an experienced miqo'te hunter, by his look — interrupts. "Don't listen to that rake, dearie," he warns Margot, wagging one finger in warning. "Like as not he's wondering if the rumors about pretty young conjurers and what's under their long white robes is true." Behind him, his companions — a tall elezen woman with a spear, and a young hyuran man with a white tattoo across his face — laugh heartily at Thancred's expense. The bard in black seems singularly put upon.

#Febhyurary2026 27 — Tradition

A young conjurer just venturing out into the wider world of Eorzea gets some helpful advice from her new friends... about how to deal with her other new friends.

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Raubahn Aldynn and Margot Weisshexer stand on a parapet overlooking the liberated city of Ala Mhigo. The former "Ala Mhigan Quarter" of the imperial-occupied city is bustling with activity below them. The two white griffins that carried them to this dizzying height wait patiently nearby.

Raubahn gazes out upon the capital of his beloved homeland with tears welling in his eyes. "Ala Mhigo. Free of tyrants. Deciding her own fate," he mutters, half to himself, as if he needs an occasional reminder that it is still true. Margot turns her head to catch him smiling. "Every time I look at this city, the joy of that day washes over me anew. She has her problems, aye, but we're on our own feet."

Margot looks away, hands on her hips, smiling wryly. "Ishgard was able to fund much of their reconstruction after the Dragonsong War by opening up the Empyreum district to adventurers," she says with an innocent affect. "I can't help but notice all these beautiful, vacated residences all over the old Imperial Quarter. Makes me wonder how much money we could raise for Ala Mhigo by offering a chance to buy them to certain interested expatriates..."

She turns back toward Raubahn, grinning mischievously, only to find that he is looking at her with a similar expression, catching on to her intent.

#Febhyurary2026 25 — Home

Raubahn and Margot reflect on their shared victory, the liberation of their homeland, and what it might mean for the future. She has a rather specific suggestion.

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Margot Weisshexer, in a loose blue neo-tunic and shorts, sleeps in her alcove bed in her apartment in The Empyreum.

The scene flashes within her dream. We see four Ancients standing in a tight group somewhere in Elpis. They all wear white robes with various colors of facemask, indicating that they are former members of the Convocation of Fourteen. From left to right, there is a burly man with thinning hair and a full beard and moustache, reminiscent of Dargo; a tall, dark-skinned man with long black hair, pointed ears, and bright orange eyes, similar to Largo; a tall, strong woman with long black hair and black facepaint on her pale skin, nearly identical to Treurenbloem; and a shorter girl with fair skin and short-cropped strawberry-blonde hair, much like Mariko. The Largo-like man in the center, Aoidos, is pleading with someone. "Our respite from the Final Days grows short," he says. "A second Offering is already being discussed. We have done all we can to forestall the Convocation. Please, Clio, we need your help. What have you discovered?"

The dream view shifts, and we see Clio — a woman with long red hair and green eyes, hauntingly like Margot. She has something to say, but can barely utter the words, choking back bitter tears. "I... I know what we have to do," she finally responds. "What *She* has to do."

We snap back to Margot's reality as the dream startles her awake. She stares wide-eyed at the ceiling in terror. "No," she groans. "No, no, no, no! It's just a dream. Nothing more... Surely... Only a dream! It cannot be..."

#Febhyurary2026 19 — Dream

Imagine.
You're a Warrior of Light.
You're blessed with the Echo.
But you're also just a person.
You sleep. You dream.
And when you dream...
Can you *ever* really be sure that's *all* it is? 😱

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At the headwaters of the Velodyna River, deep in the eastern reaches of the Black Shroud, Fordola rem Lupis and Margot Weisshexer, outfitted as members of the Ala Mhigan Defense Force, have dispatched a patrol of Twin Adder forces, who now lay scattered about a small clearing. The sisters stand back to back with weapons still drawn, scanning the area for any further threats.

Fordola looks over her shoulder, uneasily scanning the edge of the clearing. "So goes another sad bunch uninterested in a parlay with those who would be their neighbors," she laments cynically. "Bloody mad fools, thinking they'd sneak their way into Gyr Abania by floating down the Velodyna on rafts. Whoever's commanding the Twin Adders needs a lengthy vacation in the nearest sanitarium." She sheathes her curved sword, and Margot echoes the gesture, stowing her rapier and gem focus.

Margot crosses her arms and turns toward her sister with a doleful expression. "The deed is done," she sighs, "though the relief is, as ever, outweighed by heartache." She then turns toward someone at the edge of the clearing. Fordola follows her gaze. "We could not have done it without your help, old friend," she calls out, "but I must ask, why would you betray your countrymen's plans to us?"

From the shadows, a miqo'te emerges, armed with a longbow, and dressed in silks of black, orange, and white. Her fierce green eyes glimmer from under her long black hair. She is Z'hasmi-ina Tohrrl, former retainer of Largo Canzondolore. "Pah!" she scoffs in response to Margot's question. "Gridania is no homeland of mine. I and my kind have already been cast aside. We were the next to be expelled after the Ala Mhigan expatriates." Z'hasmi-ina approaches the two Ala Mhigan defenders confidently, their friendship, and recent cooperation, assuring a truce. "Largo told us all, when the time came, to follow the road that felt right," she explains. "As much as any path can feel right in this world, mine has led me here."

#Febhyurary2026 18 — Alternate Universe
( #ShatteredBonds #3 )

In an alternate future where the Eorzean Alliance is fading into memory, old friends forge new alliances in the shadowy corners of the Twelveswood...

#FFXIV #WoLcomics #Febhyurary #hyur #ForAlaMhigo #miqote

A wide panorama of the western "Fringes" region of Ala Mhigo under a clear, sunlit sky. The Velodyna river descends from the northern mountains and tumbles over a waterfall into the deep gorge below. The spire of the former Garlean fortress, Castellum Velodyna, rises high above the valley. Its enormous Garlean pennant has been replaced with a new, equally impressive purple banner depicting motifs of Ala Mhigo and the Vira, who have repurposed the keep as a waystation and trading post. Barely visible on one of the airship docks high up on the tower, Margot Weisshexer and Fordola rem Lupis stand shoulder-to-shoulder, gazing out upon their liberated homeland.

We see Fordola and Margot standing together close-up. Fordola looks out sternly, arms crossed, as if trying to guard every inch of the territory. Margot is merely basking in the sunlit glory of the day, smiling with eyes closed. She turns, opening her eyes to look at the former Garlean conscript, once a bitter foe in the war of Ala Mhigan liberation, now a beloved sister.

Without warning, Margot moves to embrace her sister tightly, laying her head on Fordola's shoulder, her smile widening. Fordola's head recoils away from the gesture, a look of awkward confusion furrowing her brow.

Slowly, still awkwardly — as the very sensation of being loved by anyone is still disorienting and novel — Fordola settles into Margot's embrace, resting her head on her sister's, and reaching up with one mostly-trapped hand to return, however slightly, the sentiment of Margot's affection.

#Febhyurary2026 17 — Family

Finding out that they were estranged sisters was, to say the least, complicated. But after all they've been through, looking out over a liberated and united Ala Mhigo went a long way toward healing old wounds.

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[ Kozama'uka — Kozanuakiy ] Nahanshe and Margot leave the shrine of Kixaihih, having just completed the former's first trial on his way to being a literally fully-fledged member of the Landsguard. He raises his hand to catch her attention. "Listen, Margot," he begins humbly, "thanks again for all your help. It's a little hard to imagine, at this point, why you stuck by me after the first impression I must've given you."

Margot attempts to shrug it off, but can't help herself from chiding the upstart. "I must confess, your impatience and lack of curiosity about your neighbors was... unsettling," she says with an uneasy smile, which quickly warms. "But the growth you showed throughout this endeavor warmed my heart to you. There is much good in you, Nahanshe, and I am happy to have been here to see it flourish."

Nahanshe pauses in reflection. "It's been an eye-opener, that's for sure," he admits. "I guess I had some growing up to do. But now I'm better off for it, especially now that I have to go all over the rest of Tural!" His confidence returning, he pats his chestplate boldly. "I know you're on your own journey with the Third Promise, but if our paths cross again... well, I wouldn't be sorry," he says pointedly, with a wink that he hopes is charming.

Margot's eyes widen, and she finds that she is having trouble maintaining eye contact with him. "On that subject," she deflects clumsily, "we will be returning to Tuliyollal shortly, to continue the Rite of Succession... but since you will be passing that way as well..." Barely glancing back in his direction, with her head bowed and her cheeks now nearly as red as her hair, Margot stammers perhaps her first ever attempt to be socially enticing: "Do you... like... tacos?"

#Febhyurary2026 14 — Love

He was brash. Rough around the edges. But he was quick to learn, and good at heart. And that made him strangely irresistible.

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[ Perfect Flow Company Manse — Margot's Quarters ] Margot and Mariko, dressed casually for a day of much-needed downtime, stand together on the upper loft floor of Margot's quarters. Margot is examining the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, confirming that they are sorted properly. Mariko interjects, "Margot, I appreciate that you have turned your quarters into the company's library, and I do not wish to pry impolitely into your affairs, but I must ask..."

She points behind Margot, to the fixture dominating the entire end of the loft: a massive tome, held open on its own specially-designed stand, and written in ciphered Eorzean. Her question: "...why does your collection include an enormous copy of the Necrologos?"

Margot clasps her hands over her cheeks in embarrassment. "Oh... ah, well..." she stammers, "one of my retainers found it while exploring the Great Gubal Library, and... I just... I could not bear to hurt her feelings by refusing it..."

Mariko stomps her foot and gasps in shock. "Is it not a tome that tries to deceive the reader into summoning an ancient lord of the Void?" she cries out incredulously. "Of course you can refuse it!"

#Febhyurary2026 12 — Book

Margot has ever had a scholarly streak, and her collection of reference tomes is the largest among the members of Perfect Flow Company. But one volume in particular... stands out.

#FFXIV #WoLcomics #hyur #ForAlaMhigo #Febhyurary #raen

"You can block the exits, I ain't flinchin', The Quarter built me."

#gposers #asukaposting #FORALAMHIGO

[ The Manderville Gold Saucer — Round Square ] Margot Weisshexer, dressed in casual athletic attire consisting of a teal "neo-tunic", gray shorts, and dark blue running shoes, stands before one of the portals leading to a GATE activity. The sabotender mascot is dutifully guarding the entrance, between two spinning signs depicting an obstacle course.

The sabotender says, as ever when announcing such things, "Think you have what it takes to hop, skip, and jump your way to victory? Then step right up and try your luck at the Leap of Faith!" Margot shrugs and thinks to herself, "Well I just hope it's not—" And then she is spirited away...

...to a verdant platform ringed with trees and bright flowering plants, high above the Sylphlands in The Black Shroud. Of the three locations where the Leap of Faith occurs, this is, by far, the most grueling, and to say that Margot hates it is to put the point mildly.

All but clawing at her own face in rage, she growls a rare (for her) curse toward the heavens, "OH, THAL'S PUTRID BALLS!"

#Febhyurary2026 10 - Gold Saucer
(original script)

It's just as well that Lord Manderville has shifted the focus of the GATE schedule to other activities, because Margot, for one, is not a fan of the previous star attraction...

#FFXIV #WoLcomics #hyur #ForAlaMhigo #Febhyurary

Margot Weisshexer, in a modern, casual ensemble of a teal blue "neotunic", dark gray shorts, and athletic shoes. The shirt is silkscreened with an illustration of a moogle, wearing a black hat and sunglasses, performing as a DJ. Margot is sitting on a bench in the central plaza of the Manderville Gold Saucer, having just taken a sip from a steaming-hot mug of Ul'dahn punch, with which she appears to be quite pleasantly satisfied.

Can someone please tell me how a specific arrangement of pixels on my computer screen can be *so frickin' adorable*?
#FFXIV #gpose #hyur #ForAlaMhigo

[ The Black Shroud — Buscarron's Druthers ] Treurenbloem, Largo, Mariko, and Margot have gathered around a table in the common room of Buscarron's pub in the South Shroud. Though it is the middle of the night, an eerie, sickly green glow pervades the forest outside. They have come in search of Odin, the mysterious self-sustaining primal who has haunted this wood as long as there has been a history to record his passing. Treurenbloem informs the team, "According to one of the scouts, the Dark Divinity was last sighted just south of Issom-Har. I'd propose that we begin the search there, and continue south toward Camp Tranquil."

The group sets out upon the road south of the settlement. Along the way, as they scan their surroundings, Largo's gaze locks onto the road that splits off toward the ancient ruin of Issom-Har, a remnant of the nation of Gelmorra, believed to have been lost to time, though of course, he knows better, having escaped via that very tunnel some years before. His pace involuntarily slows, then stops, his eyes transfixed on the path west. Margot stops with him, her brow furrowing with worry for her long-time friend.

Mariko has noticed that half the party has wordlessly stopped walking, and turns to face them. "Is aught amiss, Largo?" she asks, trying to break his reverie. "Have you spied our quarry already?" Largo regains his wits and tries to deflect the question with a chuckle. "Ha!" he exclaims, smiling broadly, "I would not expect to so outperform your keen eye tonight. 'Tis nothing, my dear, just... a reminder of a memory."

Apparently satisfied, Mariko continues walking, and Largo, too, resumes his previous pace, though still looking over his shoulder at the ancient Gelmorran ruin. Margot remains a few paces behind, regarding him with unabated concern. "Only a memory so painful it has scarred his very soul," she muses to herself. "Such a cruel burden is the mourning of a love neither dead nor accessible." She closes her eyes in contemplation as the party continues southward down the path. "Would that I or anyone else could relieve him of it," she silently laments. "Gods know C'bywina has been a savior to him. But some wounds are not meant to heal."

#Febhyurary2026 09 - Heal

Margot is a healer by nature. But some wounds are beyond her skill to mend.

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[ Kozama'uka — Miyakabek'zoma ] On the shore of a great lake in the mountains of Kozama'uka, Margot sits atop a punutiy — a pale tan and green creature resembling a floating manatee. It sits calmly while its trainer, a hanuhanu from a nearby village, explains: "After helping us to train the punutiy to fly, it's only fair that you have a chance to ride it! You're going to love it! They've really become fond of their new abilities!"

Immediately, however, instead of climbing into the sky, the punutiy dives head-first into the lake, with Margot hanging on for dear life. The beast plunges deeper and deeper into the lake, much to Margot's chagrin, as she makes a series of very alarmed facial expressions while barely clinging to its back.

Some time later, the punutiy returns to the shore, and to its handler. Margot lies half-conscious on top of its head, her clothes drenched, her mind befuddled. Gently the punutiy lowers its head, causing Margot's limp form to slide off and splash onto the shore at the hanuhanu's feet.

As the punutiy calmly swims away, Margot comes to her senses, drags herself to her feet, and informs the hanuhanu, "I shall return to the village and fetch my swim clothes..."

#Febhyurary2026 08 - Mount

Margot helped the peoples of Kozama'uka to train punutiy to fly. While they might appear slow and docile, these playful creatures are anything but.

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[ Empyreum — Ingleside Apartment 17.1.5 ] Margot Weisshexer, dressed casually in traditional Ala Mhigan poncho, short pants, and sandals, stands in the back corner of her apartment in Ishgard. A gleaming white futuristic kitchen unit has been installed on one wall. Housingway, a loporrit, is introducing her to it as if he's trying to sell it to her: "This modular kitchen unit includes all the conveniences of home, in a single standard unit: cabinetry, washbasin, and a boiler for hot water."

The scene shifts to Margot sitting at a metal table inlaid with some sort of colorful light-emitting ring. On that table is something that looks like a laptop computer, or a tablet with an attached keyboard. "And here," explains Housingway, "is your new comms terminal, furnished by the Cosmic Exploration Initiative."

Margot seems puzzled. "But," she protests, "I already have a whole pouch of linkpearls, a Crystarian tomephone, a Garlond tomephone, an Alexandrian headset, and even an exotablet from the Exploration Initiative. What use have I for a terminal?"

Housingway raises both arms and gasps in shock. Wide-eyed, they ask breathlessly, "Have you not seen the channel that broadcasts videos of cute cats?!"

#February2026 07 - Technology

When Margot first agreed to incorporate some of the new inventions from #CosmicExploration into her apartment, she wasn't quite sure what to expect.

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[ The Cieldalaes Archipelago — Island Settlement MW.0512 ] Nahanshe and Margot cuddle on the edge of an enormous hot tub somewhere on her island sanctuary. The tropical sun streams through the leaves of the trees and illuminates the heavy yellow canvas curtains from behind. Steam rises from the pipe supplying fresh water to the tub. Nahanshe is wearing only a pair of green swim trunks barely visible through the water; Margot is in her customary two-piece bathing suit. She has her head on Nahanshe's left shoulder and her left hand on his right shoulder. She is stretching her neck to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Margot settles her head down on Nahanshe's shoulder as he sighs contentedly, "It's so refreshing, for people like us always caught up in our responsibilities, to have somewhere we can just be alone, and relax."

Margot's eyes open and shift uneasily toward the beach. "I agree," she whispers, "though I've recently had to make a few... changes, to keep it that way."

Down on the beach, a sai taisui — a tall geomantic automaton of the Far East carrying an enormous bell — stands next to a tiny mammet. The sai taisui asks his diminutive companion, "I am merely to begin ringing my bell whenever someone arrives?" The mammet responds, in a voice familiar to many a budding goldsmith and alchemist, "☆★ YeS, THaT iS CoRReCT. ★☆"

#Febhyurary2026 06 - Vacation

After the earlier incident with Tataru, Margot is not going to take any chances when she brings Nahanshe to her #IslandSanctuary for a little rest-and-relaxation time.

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[ Ul'dah — Sapphire Avenue Exchange ] Margot walks the streets of Ul'dah's markets, wearing her traditional Ala Mhigan poncho and tunic (blues) over short pants (gray). She thinks to herself: "Whenever I walk through a bustling market, or behold a celebration, or join in a festival..."

[ Ala Mhigo — Market Street ] Margot is now talking to one of the produce merchants in the Ala Mhigan market square. Her thoughts continue from the previous frame : "...I am reminded of why I set out on this journey. Why I joined the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Why I pressed ever onward, through the pain, the suffering, the devastating loss."

[ Radz-at-Han — Balshahn Bazaar ] Here we see Margot, dressed in an Ala Mhigan dancer's robes, walking through the Hannish bazaar. Her thoughts continue: "Because I can fight, I do. Because I can prevail, I must..."

[ Tuliyollal — High Tide Harbor Markets ] Margot, in her white shirt, short brown leather skirt, and straw hat, looks up at the clear blue sky over Tural's capital city, where once Alexandrian airships loomed. Her throughts conclude: "...so that those who cannot might be spared that same suffering, now and forevermore."

#Febhyurary2026 04 - Festival

Margot reflects on why we do the things.

#FFXIV #WoLcomics #hyur #ForAlaMhigo #Febhyurary #Stormblood #Endwalker #Dawntrail

[ The Goblet — Perfect Flow Company Manse — Margot's Quarters ] Margot Weisshexer lies on her bed, asleep on her side with her head resting on one arm. She is clothed comfortably in a loose neo-tunic and shorts.

She is tossing and turning in her sleep, and her face looks distressed as she rolls onto her back.

The Echo forces a vision of the past upon her dreams. In it, we see Agrias Oaks, Holy Knight of Ivalice, shouting, "This I swear, here and now, Ser Beoulve: Whether in this life, or in the next, whatever strength of body, or will, or soul is required, I will be there to bring this unholy scourge low, and bring peace to Ivalice."

Margot awakes suddenly, startled by the vision. "The Echo..." she whispers to herself. "But... if I'm alone, then..."

#Febhyurary2026 03 - Tank

Margot felt a strong connection to the mysterious knight she encountered in Ivalice. A connection she could not quite understand, until...

#FFXIV #WoLcomics #hyur #ForAlaMhigo #Febhyurary #Stormblood

[ The Cieldalaes Archipelago — Island Settlement MW.0512 ] Margot Weisshexer stands on a beach of her private island sanctuary, gazing eastward at the rising sun. She is wearing naught but a blue two-piece swimsuit. Her red hair shines radiantly in the morning light.

Margot lifts her face toward the sun, her eyes closed, feeling the warm rays on her skin. A look of deep contentment washes over her features. "Another beautiful dawn breaks on our beloved star," the thinks to herself. "Oh how my heart aches at the warmth and beauty of this place." She opens her eyes and surveys the beach to her left curiously. "It can be quite a relief to indulge in a bit of solitude now and again, I suppose," she muses. "When Tataru said this place would be private, I don't think I fully understood. Naught but myself, the mammets, and the wildlife out here..."

Seeing no one to her left, she looks to her right and scans the rest of the beach. "And given that... well... then it seems no one would be the wiser if I quietly explored one of Mariko's more insistent suggestions..." Suddenly shedding her swimsuit, Margot sprints into the shallows of the blue-green lagoon.

A too-short time later, Tataru Taru carefully makes her way down to the beach, casting her gaze around the warm sands. "Oh, Margot?" she calls out, "Are you out here somewhere? I'm sorry to drop in unannounced so early in the morning, but the Initiative's monthly reports are due soon, so I thought I'd—" Her breath catches in her throat before she can utter another word, as she has just sighted her quarry (not pictured), very unexpectedly unclothed. Tataru puts her hands to her cheeks and gasps in a disorienting combination of disbelief and embarrassment.

#Febhyurary2026 02 - Splash

Margot Weisshexer, alone on her island sanctuary, succumbs to peer pressure and curiosity.

#FFXIV #WoLcomics #hyur #ForAlaMhigo #Febhyurary
[ Repost: Correction ]

[ The Black Shroud — Hawthorne's Hut ] On a sunny day in the eastern Shroud, a Hearer in customary blue robes and conical hat stands in conversation with two Wood Wailers in the shadow of the aetheryte outside Hawthorne's Hut.

Suddenly the Hearer, by the name of Joacin, perceives... something. He raises a hand and says to the Wailers, "I beg your pardon, but I have just heard something... curious, from the Elementals, and must needs investigate. I shall return momentarily."

As he traverses the road from Hawthorne's Hut toward the East End, he contemplates the situation. "I have not heard the Elementals try to divert my attention so strongly in some time," he thinks to himself. "The Spire seems intact. Naught seems amiss." Cautiously he approaches the watchtower on the border with Ala Mhigo.

"Good day, Wailer," Joacin hails the guard at the base of the tower, "I don't mean to be a bother, but I had the strangest feeling that—" He stops short, stunned, as he sees what the Wood Wailer is holding cradled in his arms — a tiny hyuran infant, swaddled in a white blanket. The Wailer, a young elezen named Maximiloix, seems relieved to see Joacin approaching. "Hearer, we're in a bit of a bother already," he sighs, "but perhaps you can help. We've but recently taken delivery of a very rare package indeed, apparently smuggled over the border from Ala Mhigo. Could we help you take her the rest of the way to the city?"

#Febhyurary2026 01 - At the Beginning

Margot Weisshexer was raised in Gridania by the Conjurer's Guild. But they never told her how she got there...

#FFXIV #WoLcomics #hyur #ForAlaMhigo #Febhyurary

Margot Weisshexer, standing on the bridge of the Galactic Way, entering orbit around the planet Oizys. The desert planet looms below, dusted with light clouds and surrounded by multiple ring systems. Margot is dressed in the tough, tech-laden uniform shirt of the Star Crew (blue for science division), but has inexplicably kept the "vintage woman scientist" skirt given to her by Largo as a prank, despite its tendency to leave very little of her lower body to the imagination while she's crafting.

#Thighlanders in SPAAAAAAAAAAAAACE
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The title card for episode #3 of Mariko Kazama's hit tomecast, "fashion SMASHIN'". The young host is seated at her desk, wearing a yellow Ala Mhigan blouse and pale green sweater decorated with geometric patterns. She wears a purple floral corsage in her hair and a matching necklace.

In a closeup in front of the photo stage, Mariko excitedly introduces the next segment of the show: "Welcome back, everyone, to our episode about Ala Mhigan fashion! In this segment we'll be taking inspiration from the majestic gryphon! And here again is today's model, Margot!" We see Margot Weisshexer's face in extreme closeup as she strikes a pose. She is wearing a pale blue crop-top and slightly-darker blue gryphonskin leather bodice. Around her neck is a brown leather choker, and a pale blue-green gemstone necklace is almost completely obscured by her vivid red-orange hair. She smiles nervously for the camera, and her eyes glance aside at Mariko. "Honestly, mei—" she begins, but stops herself short, remembering that she's not merely speaking to Mariko privately as "little sister". "Uh," she stammers, "I mean, Mariko, I am flattered that you asked me to be on your show today, but I don't think of myself as a fashion model..." Mariko grins broadly as she snaps pictures with an instant camera. "Nonsense!" she reassures her bestie. "You're perfect! And this collection looks so beautiful on you! Now, if you don't mind, let's head over to the stage for one more shot!"

Mariko stands in front of the performance stage, with her back to the talk show set. She is looking up at Margot, gesturing, and giving stage directions. "Yes, just hold onto that... Look this way... Yes. Turn your hips just a— perfect. Now lift your knee? Bit more... bit more... great." Excitedly, she brings her camera back up to her eye and leans in. To Margot, she exclaims, "Gorgeous! This is just what I wanted! You're a natural! Now smile and say Thighlander Thalsday!"

Margot stands on stage, still wearing the meager shirt and bodice, matched with equally scant white shorts, and long brown leather boots. She wears brown gryphon leather bracelets to match the choker. She is holding onto a long vertical pole with her left hand, and her right leg is raised and propped against the pole, her hips askew to accentuate various aspects of her muscular highlander figure. She looks down in shock and horror at Mariko, and cries out, "Say WHAT?"

On this third episode of #FashionSMASHIN, Mariko knows how to give the fans what they want, and she needs a very special guest's help to do it.
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A screenshot of a chat message, "Thanks for the carry, boss Margot"

That feeling when the #Frontline party explicitly asks for someone to lead and you come through strong.
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Margot Weisshexer, outfitted as a dragoon. Her armor consists of a blue silk dress, the round bottom skirt of which ends just below the minimal cutoff of decency. Fortunately, she is also wearing leather pants under a pair of heavy steel plate greaves and blue leather shoes. She is also wearing an ornately-decorated breastplate and matching armored sleeves. The specific glamour pieces are: • The White Night (spear) (royal blue) • Ivalician Royal Knight's Circlet (undyeable) • Ornate Ceremonial Corselet of Maiming (Othard blue, snow white) • Panthean Gauntlets of Maiming (snow white) • Diadochos Poleyns of Maiming (gloom purple) • Diadochos Boots of Maiming (Othard blue) • Baron Earrings (undyeable)

Just cannot decide on a theme for Margot's dragoon glamour, and then I got a new body piece and whoops there goes a whole new look again. #FFXIV #Gpose #hyur #ForAlaMhigo

Idea: Greco-Roman statuary series with Margot. Because.
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EMERGENCY
CANNOT STOP TAKING PICTURES OF MARGOT
PLEASE SEND HELP
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Margot's new glamour plate for Scholar, in which she's wearing the Panthean robe and sollerets of healing. The full outfit is a flowing white robe edged and ornamented with gold, and a set of armored golden boots, accented with gold wrist torques, and a white lily corsage pinned to her hair. She is holding a grimoire ornamented with golden wings and glowing with a green aura. The full glamour is as follows: • Song of the Goddess • white brightlily corsage • Panthean robe of healing (undyed) • summer sunset wrist torques (undyed) • taffeta loincloth (undyed) • Panthean sollerets of healing (undyed) • wayfarer's earcuff • The Emperor's new necklace, bracelet, rings

A full-body closeup, in portrait aspect, of Margot in the same outfit, smiling at the camera as she stands in a private room in The Quicksand.

Another full-body portrait of Margot in the Panthean outfit, but standing in the glowing sunlight of the Omphalos.

One last shot of Margot wearing the Panthean outfit, smiling down at the camera, which is on the paved floor of the Omphalos, looking up at the central crystal pillar adorned with the symbols of The Twelve, with the shrines to fire and ice in the background.

Yeah, Margot's "Studium schoolgirl" glamour for Scholar was really cute, but I just got some Panthean healer drops from Aglaia, and, yeah, I don't think I'm ever going back. 🤩
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...Margot Weisshexer in a Starlight Celebration outfit which makes her look simultaneously "wholesomely adorable" and "irresistibly hot" imho

All I want for Christmas is—
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Of course Margot Weisshexer will also join the #BigGrinChallenge.
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Margot Weisshexer, in her Scholar's outfit, atop the Yok Huy golem, Vurgar. The skirt doesn't exactly leave much to the imagination.

Margot Weisshexer, in her Scholar's garb, atop an Allagan logistics node. There are simply no seating positions that allow her to conceal her shapely highlander thighs. She would say that this is a bad thing. I, the viewer... cannot help but disagree.

The Southern Seas skirt is generally fine for Margot's #Scholar glamour, but when it comes to choices of transportation, it does present certain... problems.

Well, at least, *she* thinks it's a problem.

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