Keshkwa, a hunter from Tural, sits in a place as far away from home as he can get on a map — Mariko Kazama's apartment in Shirogane. He looks around at sights utterly foreign to him — the rice-paper walls, meditation gardens, bamboo plants, bonsai cherry trees, aquaria housing Far Eastern fish. He appears to be nervously awaiting something.

He calls out to someone unseen, in the tiny bedchamber in the corner of the apartment. "I never expected to be taken all the way to the Far East on this journey," he converses uneasily. "I appreciate this tour, and your apartment is amazing, but... What is it that made you want to come all this way?"

The bedchamber door slides open. Keshkwa gasps. Mariko stands just inside, leaning against the door frame, her hips thrust to one side in a playful pose. She is wearing the jerkin and boots that Keshkwa gave her when she agreed to take up training as a viper... but not the pants that went with them. "I just wanted to show you my home," Mariko intones with a voice like a soft caress on the face. "Somewhere nice and comfortable. So that I could introduce you to something special, without any other distractions."

She turns her body toward the door frame, holding onto it with her right hand as she lifts her left knee, and uses her left hand to raise the hem of the jerkin, revealing an apparently intentional absence of clothing underneath. "Tell me," she breathes at Keshkwa with a smirk, "are you familiar with the term, 'hump day'?"

Mariko thinks that she and Keshkwa have a lot to learn from each other. Her first lesson for him: that not every hunt ends with a kill.
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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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Margot Weisshexer stands on a parapet high above the phantom city of Amaurot, brought to life on the bottom of an ocean in The First by the imagination and powerful creation magics of the Ascian, Emet-Selch.

Margot's arms are crossed, and she closes her eyes in reflection. A familiar voice whispers in her mind, "Remember... us..." Her eyes still closed, Margot tilts her head as if listening more closely for the speaker's next words, but they are already well-known to her. She can feel the presence of Emet-Selch as he says, again, "Remember... that we once... lived..."

Her peculiar attunement to The Echo allows her to reach deep into her shared past with Emet-Selch, to a time when some original part of her was Clio, a white-robed Ancient walking these same streets in a world still unsundered. In her vision, she sees herself walking with Emet-Selch — then still Hades — and another Ancient who looks for all the world like Largo, who is grinning as if he has just heard, or delivered, an incredible joke. Hades shrugs and addresses his apparent friend. "Really, Aoidos," he drawls, with a carefully-practiced affect of disdain, the better to cover his amusement. "First you give yourself those ridiculous ears and start pinning flowers in your hair. Then you start going around and harrassing everyone who's ever even been considered for your seat to join some sort of 'society of discovery'." His hand, still mid-shrug, waves in the direction of the Ancient form of Margot. "And now you've dragged poor, innocent Clio into it! And really, 'The Azemites'? Sounds more like something that I might spread on my morning toast."

Back in the present, Margot cringes in response to the memory, feeling the happiness of that moment but also the vast separation of time that is between it and her current state. Her heart aches for her old friend Hades, knowing the millennia of self-imposed pain he endured as an Ascian on a crusade to bring about the Rejoining of Worlds.

#Febhyurary2026 26 — Quote

"Remember us. Remember that we once lived."

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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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The worst-kept secret in Troupe Falsiam.
(Oops, I guess I didn't put this in the canonical #WoLcomics thread? But yeah...)
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Margot Weisshexer and Ranaa Mihgo spar in the dojo built by Kha Dargo in the Perfect Flow Company manse. The two dancers' chakrams slice through the dusty air of the practice arena, and swirls of aether dance around the room as the two experienced practitioners of the Kriegstanz hone their skills against each other.

Their exercise concluded, Ranaa begins fanning herself with her hand, while Margot wipes her sweaty brow on a wristband. "That was quite a session!" Margot gasps, catching her breath. "I do appreciate these sparring matches, Ranaa." Ranaa shows no sign of being sufficiently cooled. "As do I! Nashmeira says that our training together has continued to push me further in the art—"

Ranaa looks away, hearing the summons of a linkpearl in her ear. After a few moments, her eyes widen in surprise, and she begins to look nervously about. Her finger still to her ear, she glances toward Ranaa awkwardly. "Uh... apologies, Margot," she stutters, "but... ah... Something has come up! Gotta go!" With that, she turns and scurries toward the door, humming a happy tune. Margot watches her leave, still standing with her hands on her hips as she watches the door to the sparring room close behind Ranaa.

Curious, Margot reaches for one of her own linkpearls, and attempts to summon its owner. The pearl emits a series of tones indicating that the person on the other side of the link is unavailable, or is not near the pearl. Margot crosses her arms, and smiles. A single name crosses her mind, and she chuckles: "Mariko."

#Febhyurary2026 24 — Dance

Margot has continued to train regularly with Ranaa Mihgo even after her tour with Troupe Falsiam came to its conclusion. But Ranaa has recently picked up another dance partner, of sorts...

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Margot Weisshexer wanders the Bayside Bevy market on a sunny day in Tuliyollal. She finds herself at the end of the long walk, in front of the large tent that serves as the local branch of Clan Nutsy, a hunter's guild. She calls out to the quartermaster, with a friendly wave of her hand, "Good day, Ryubool! I received a message that you were offering new wares."

Ryubool Ja, an expatriate of Mamook dressed in colorful silks of green and red as per the local custom, returns her greeting and smiles. "Oh, yes, indeed! Ever since the Nexus Arcade stopped accepting those red stones, we've begun offering Quetzali equipment here for clan nuts! A successful hunter like yourself should stock up while you're here!"

Just then, a tiny blue-gray cat hops up onto the counter. Ryubool Ja smiles broadly. "Oh! And speaking of successful hunters, this little one was brought to us recently, and is up for adoption." Margot clutches her hands in front of her face and hops from one foot to the other excitedly, her eyes locked onto the kitten.

She can resist no longer, nearly lunging for the adorable cat. Margot blurts in euphoria, "NOTHING ELSE ON ETHEIRYS OR ITS SHARDS MATTERS MORE TO ME TODAY THAN THIS KITTY."

#Febhyurary2026 23 — Minion

As she has journeyed ever farther and met ever more people, Margot has trouble keeping up with all the merchants and guildmasters she meets along the way. And sometimes that leads to joyous reunions — and pleasant surprises.

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Alisaie Leveilleur stands in Margot Weisshexer's apartment in the Empyreum, near the curtain that provides privacy to the bathing chamber. She looks deflated, her usual air of self-confidence having deserted her. "Margot?" she calls into the room on the other side of the curtain. "Listen... Everyone is worried about you. We know it must have been terrible, being... taken over, like that. And... well..." She closes her eyes and sighs in disappointment, apparently at herself. "I regret the things I said," she confesses. "I was shocked, confused, I didn't know what to do or say. I shouldn't have tried to make light of such an awful situation. I'm so sorry. I wish—"

She is interrupted by Margot's voice croaking weakly from within the bath chamber, barely audible over the rushing water. "I can't... I can't... get... clean..." Margot whimpers. "He's still... He's everywhere... all over me... I can't..." Though Alisaie cannot see through the curtain, she knows that Margot is choking back tears.

When Margot's voice trails off, Alisaie attempts desperately to buoy her spirits. "We can bundle you up in some nice, warm clothes," she suggests weakly, "and get you into the hands of the physicians in the Firmament. They have people who have treated those souls who have come back from the front lines of war. Perhaps they could help you as w—"

Within the bath, Margot screams uncontrollably, "I CANNOT. GET. CLEAN. I SCRUB AND I SCRAPE AND I WILL NEVER BE CLEAN." Her skin is ruddy with a patchwork of vicious scrapes and scratches and the oozing of barely drawn blood; her voice is hoarse from sobbing. She claws desperately at her legs, her arms, her neck, her face, as if to peel off some pollutant that is burning her away.

#Febhyurary2026 21 — Damage
[⚠️ CW: nudity, trauma, dysphoria, self-harm ⚠️]

Sometimes, you might come in from the cold, but you can never get warm and cozy again.

Margot suffers a more horrifying experience than she could ever have imagined.

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Margot Weisshexer, outfitted in her usual botanist gear of white shirt, leather skirt over shorts, and rugged boots, picks her way through the underbrush in the Shroud of the Samgha, the forested area in the north of Thavnair. The bright tropical sun illuminates the variegated layers of rock in the distant hillside, and dances off the leaves of the trees and underbrush below.

She finds what she is looking for — a leafy shrub near the edge of a winding creek. Kneeling to examine the plant, she contemplates her unusual situation. "I wonder why Maru was so interested in this one specific type of plant. He's never sent me on a botanical errand before."

"It seems related to a species of edible fern," she guesses. "Is it a spice, perhaps? Some sort of medicinal herb? Or maybe—" Ever curious, and confident that she has at least some idea of what she's about to do, she nibbles on one of the leaves.

More quickly than she could imagine, her world is awash in swirls of color and light. She stands up abruptly, becomes dizzy, and staggers backward, clumsily attempting to hold her head in her hands and regain her balance. Through the haze of disorientation, her last coherent thought is a realization of what Maru might plan to do with this order.

#Febhyurary2026 20 — Heights

Margot receives an unusual request from the Hippo Riders, and she encounters an interesting new botanical specimen which seems to warrant further investigation...

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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...

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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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[ Mor Dhona — The Rising Stones ] Tataru stands on a chair in the common room, where Margot, Mariko, and Largo are seated around a table. Treurenbloem and Dargo stand behind them, leaning on a planter. "Thank you all for returning to the Rising Stones," Tataru begins, with a habitual nod to Minfilia's usual summons. "I've drawn up a proposal for a lovely new business venture that will ensure that our order will be financially independent..."

Confetti and fireworks somehow fill the air as Tataru cries out excitedly, "Scions of the Seventh Dawn merchandise!"

Treurenbloem and Margot seem skeptical. Dargo closes his eyes in silent reflection. Mariko and Largo are intrigued. Tataru provides more detail: "We could have figurines, wall art, perhaps neo-tunics with your faces printed on them! Everyone in Eorzea and beyond could wear their support for the heroes of the realm!"

Largo raises a fist and joins in the excitement. "Next stop: pin-up calendars!" he suggests. In his imagination, a lewd scene between Margot, Mariko, and Treurenbloem is already well underway. Predictably, Margot and Treurenbloem are not onboard. "No, no," Margot stammers, "I'm sorry, not merely no, but hells no, I am not doing that, thank you." Dargo is simply shocked, but perhaps also amused. Mariko, for her part, is more than a little intrigued by the idea.

#Febhyurary2026 15 — Brand

Tataru never stops in her own quest to find new ways for the Scions of the Seventh Dawn to remain self-sufficient. She enlists the help of the "Argonauts" with her latest concept.

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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.

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On the left: Minfilia Warde, during the Seventh Umbral Calamity, kneels before the Mark of Althyk in the Black Shroud. She prays fervently, "Althyk, father of time, protect your precious, foolish children from the coming disaster that we have wrought—" On the right: On a harsh, blackened landscape, the ruins of civilization smoking and burning all around, a lone woman is running for her life, dressed in a long coat, shoulderless tunic, and lightly armored with one pauldron, gauntlets, and greaves. Some very bright light source, out of view to the left, casts a sickly green pall over the broken road that the girl is following. All around, lightning flashes, revealing a sky swirling with Darkness.

On the left: A sudden burst of energy explodes from the Mark, throwing Minfilia backward. On the right: We get a closer look at the girl's face, and she is hauntingly similar to Minfilia, but with black hair highlighted in bright pink, and an eyepatch covering her right eye, perhaps indicating the severity of the injury that has also left a scar across the bridge of her nose. She kneels, exhausted, and holds up a glowing white stone in her right fist. "F███ this Darkness!" she shouts in rage at no one in particular, for no one else is within sight. "F███ the corrupted megacorps! F███ the black-robes and their promises! F███ this corrupted Lifestream! This s███hole of a world may be lost, but I'll be damned if I allow myself to be lost with it!" She clutches the stone close to her as the Darkness closes in around her.

On the left: Minfilia is hurled into the Aethereal Sea, where unknown energies swirl all around. On the right: The similar figure is hurled into a Lifestream consumed by Darkness, her soul shielded — perhaps painfully — by an aura of burning Light.

Five years have passed. On the left: Minfilia Warde, now Antecedent of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, stands in the solar of the Waking Sands, conferring with Urianger. "One point that still disturbs me regarding the Calamity..." she confides to him. "That strange pulse of energy that struck me while I was at the Mark of Althyk, when I felt as if my very soul were being assaulted... Something changed, within me, that day, that I cannot rightly explain..." On the right: A girl nearly identical to Minfilia, save that she is wearing the outfit and hairstyle favored by Minfilia before the Calamity, awakes on a tattered rug somewhere in Little Ala Mhigo. Slowly, uncomfortably, she raises her head and opens her eyes. "What...?" she whispers blearily. "How did I get here from the Black Shroud? Perhaps someone carried me here...?" Attempting to move, she is wracked with pain. "Ugh... What a strange malaise. I feel as if my very soul has been scrambled."

#Febhyurary2026 11 - Shard

During the Seventh Umbral Calamity, two souls, linked across time and dimensions, both dense with the blessings of Hydaleyn, collided, swirled, and flew apart. Whence did they come? And what will they do now?

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[ 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...

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Margot Weisshexer sits in modern, casual attire, on a bench in the Round Square of the Manderville Gold Saucer. A familiar figure in a dapper white jacket and distinctive spectacles catches her eye. "Oh! Lord Manderville!" she calls out to him. "What a pleasant surprise!"

The owner of the Manderville Gold Saucer smiles and approaches her, standing with hands on hips, his broad shoulders squared to face her. "I would tell you," Margot says excitedly, "how much I have been enjoying the new Air Force One courses. How ever did you manage to obtain access to that island from the Lominsans?"

Godbert turns aside and strokes his beard with an air of ponderous authority. "Well, as you can imagine," he begins to explain, "any arrangement that we reach with any party regarding the fair use of a secondary location requires complex, lengthy negotiations..."

We cut away to a scene from the recent past, in which Lord Manderville is sprawled face-down on a ritual altar somewhere deep in the Sylphlands. A tempered sylph, hovering above his prostrate form with a wicked-looking knife, demands, "SAY IT AGAIN, RIDICULOUS WHITE-HAIRED ONE!" Godbert, not moving except to speak, responds meekly, repeating by rote, as instructed, "I swear to the Lord of Levin himself that I will stop sending a rain of clumsy, unwelcome falling ones into the Sylphlands every day..."

#Febhyurary2026 10 - Gold Saucer

A new season of fun and games has come to the Gold Saucer. But why would Lord Manderville go to such great lengths to secure an expensive land use contract with the thalassocracy of Limsa Lominsa?

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[ 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 — Emerald Avenue ] Thancred Waters accompanies a young Minfilia Warde down Emerald Avenue, near the place where a runaway goobbue caused the death of her father, Warburton.

Minfilia gasps, stops, then looks down at the ground, crossing her arms defensively about herself. Thancred turns toward her, a look of protective concern across his face. He reaches out a comforting hand and offers, "Come, we can turn down Ruby Road and go through the—"

Minfilia, though still unable to look up, frowns and interrupts in protest. "No," she snarls, more at herself than at Thancred. "This is absurd. I should bloody well be able to walk down any street I choose. I but need... encouragement." She looks up at Thancred plaintively, and he smiles and produces a lute. After a moment's consideration, he improvises: ♫ O come ye wayward daughter, ♫ Bereft of hearth and home, ♫ Beneath yon gilded gate there lies ♫ A market for the bold. It is a rewording of the anthem of Ala Mhigo, Minfilia's homeland.

Minfilia, comforted and perhaps even amused by the gesture, smiles tearfully up at him, and appears ready to continue. They resume walking toward the gate to Sapphire Avenue, as Thancred improvises a second verse: ♫ Raise up your heads and voices, ♫ Let fill your hearts with pride, ♫ Upon the dusty cobbles we ♫ Stand strong and unified.

#Febhyurary2026 05 - Music

Young Minfilia was haunted by the memory of the day she lost her father, every time she passed the site of the accident. Thancred may not know the cure, but he carries a temporary balm, with a certain flavor of her homeland.

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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.

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[ 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...

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[ 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.

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[ 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...

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A patrol of Crystal Braves and Brass Blades runs across the bridge over Soot Creek in Central Thanalan. the patrol leader shouts to his men, "Check the river valley! We can't let any of them escape to Black Brush!"

Further up the hill, beyond the range of pursuers on foot, Bremondt's chocobo carriage speeds northward.

Bremondt leaps into the passenger berth of the carriage as it speeds away.

With the flames of the torches borne by several search parties bobbing in the distance behind them, Alphinaud sits dejectedly on one end of the bench inside the carriage, and Minfauxlia sits at the other, beaming a withering glare in his direction that seems so intense that she might be trying to set him on fire.

[ CW: The biggest #2.5spoilers you can imagine ]

🧵(10/10) Traitors and their unwitting pawns still in hot pursuit behind them, Minfauxlia and Alphinaud are borne away, now fugitives without a home...

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[ Ishgard — The Brume ] The newly-named "Hilda's Hounds" stand in conference on the lower levels of The Brume, under a gray, snowy sky. Hilda Ware, in her customary black leathers, is briefing Largo Canzondolore, who is to join them as a mentor. "The watch has been tasked with its first big job," she informs him: "standin' guard at the Temple Knight's investiture ceremony. This ceremony's an important event, and settin' the watch to, well, watch over it, is a gesture what's meant to 'embody the new spirit of harmony between highborn and lowborn.'"

Hilda scowls. "There's to be a meeting to discuss security concerns for the event," she continues, "and I want you sittin' in on it. You see," she sighs, gesticulating in frustration as her frown grows deeper, "the representative for the Temple Knights is the kind of bloke what has me itchin' to shoot him in the teeth. Pompous bastard by the name of Muscadain. If you're there, I might just be able to keep my trigger finger under control."

Largo rubs his bearded chin with one hand, looking away, as if carefully considering the situation, though his mouth curls into a roguish grin, betraying his feigned dignity. "Well," he breathes, as if daunted by such an effort, "for you, my dear, I'll certainly try my best. Though, it's been quite a while since you and I had the pleasure of exploring what sorts of reactions we could trigger with our fingers."

Hilda clutches her head in both hands and gasps, her eyes widening in shock. Symme and Eudestand, her ever-loyal comrades, recoil in surprise. Rostnsthal, standing off to one side, laughs heartily.

Largo may be a happily-married man now, but the shameless rake that he once was is still a part of who he is today — a fact that he devotes shockingly little effort to hide.
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