Nymirae (Nym) Persica Varlineau de Borel
nymirae.bsky.social
Nymirae (Nym) Persica Varlineau de Borel
@nymirae.bsky.social
FFXIV RP side account for Gaelicarts
SFW RP only
IC as 14 years old daughter of Isoldahlia Persica, Warrior of Light
“You and Uncle Emm are way too old to try being cool. Sorry. “
July 17, 2025 at 12:12 AM
“Omg. Onu H please don’t ever post this again. It’s so cringe.🙈”
July 16, 2025 at 11:31 PM
She glances aside at Honoroit, looking chastened and anxious, and feels something unpleasant twist in her gut. The denials melt away and she looks back at Haurchefant before casting her eyes down at her feet and falling silent. Her arms tighten around herself.
March 26, 2025 at 11:26 PM
the patient, unsmiling stare he levels at them makes her falter, searching for any softening of his stance and finding nothing. "a little...fun..." she peters off in a small voice, sitting back, shoulders slumping and arms creeping to hug her stomach. +
March 26, 2025 at 11:26 PM
Nym immediately leaps to fill the silence, giving him an ingratiating smile, a little strained, that nevertheless looks remarkably like her mother about to launch into a persuasive argument. "Onu Haurchefant, no! We didn't mean to go so far. We were just having..." Something about +
March 26, 2025 at 11:26 PM
Awwww He's saving me rn does that count???
March 25, 2025 at 3:52 AM
"Is...is everyone alright?" she asks in a small, hesitant voice as they all begin dismounting. She looks Poppy over anxiously.
March 23, 2025 at 1:22 AM
She has just finished combing out Peep's feathers and giving her a treat when she hears the knights returning. She races out, her heart soaring with relief as she counts them and sees all are present and apparently unharmed. She wants to run to them, but shame keeps her rooted in place. +
March 23, 2025 at 1:22 AM
Nym too is oblivious to the anxiety of her companion. All thoughts of girlish crushes have flown in her fear for the safety of Poppy and Haurchefant and his knights. How could she have been so careless? So foolish? What if he never let her ride again? What if her told /her mother/??? +
March 23, 2025 at 1:22 AM
Nym watches him ride back out the gate with anxious eyes, glances at Honoroit, then wordlessly leads Peep back to the stables to rub her down. Her hands are shaking as she struggles to loosen the buckles of Peep’s saddle. She tries not to think about what might be happening outside the camp walls.
March 17, 2025 at 8:53 AM
is left behind. She keeps very quiet, trying not to cry over the worry for the chocobo, but her heart lifts when she spots a group of mounted knights racing toward them, a familiar face at the van.

"Onu Haurchefant!" she shouts, suppressed sobs thick in her throat "Please, you have to help Poppy!"
March 17, 2025 at 4:10 AM
No doubt it is a measure of her distress that Nym doesn't even protest when he takes the reins from her. She simply hangs on as they speed over the snow. She cranes her head to try and see Poppy, getting barely a glimpse of the bird holding her own against the monstrous opponent, before she +
March 17, 2025 at 4:10 AM
“We can’t just /leave/ her!” Her throat constricts and her eyes burn, making it even harder to navigate Peep with any surety.
March 16, 2025 at 8:44 PM
“But, /Poppy/,” she wails in horror at the thought of leaving her. She manages to reacquire the reins, spurring Peep away from the huge cyclops, but she is all turned around, unsure which way they came from at this point.
March 16, 2025 at 8:44 PM
At the same time Peep suddenly balks, wings flapping wide as she rears up in an attempt to halt her momentum. Nym yelps and throws her arms around Peep’s neck, clinging for dear life. Shes so focused on staying in the saddle she doesn’t immediately notice what happens to Poppy and Honoroit up ahead.
March 16, 2025 at 8:09 AM
Nym fancies Peep is enjoying the run as well and she whoops in tandem with Honoroit. It’s only as they crest the rise, Peep only a length behind the dashing Poppy, that there is a furious roar that reverberates across off the rocks and +
March 16, 2025 at 8:09 AM
She crouched low over Peep’s neck and smirked, determination in every line of her form.

“You’re not just going to let them win are you, Peep? Hyah!” Peep gave an excited kweh and obligingly chased after Poppy.
March 16, 2025 at 5:16 AM
"Hmmph, it's Nym," she grumbles under her breath, but tilts her head and heels Peep forward to a gentle trot. It's still relatively sedate, but already she's feeling more relaxed as they head out the gate and into the sunny Coerthan afternoon.
March 14, 2025 at 5:35 AM
Reposted by Nymirae (Nym) Persica Varlineau de Borel
lolol if it's of any consolation, rosho sees no point in this feud. he doesn't even have feelings for aymeric
March 13, 2025 at 10:15 PM
“Honoroit! I am /not/ a child on her first pony!” Nym forgets entirely her nervousness at being alone with him, looking horrified and offended now, although her cheeks darken even further.

“You’re meant to ride /with/ me, on your /own/ bird, not lead me about like an invalid!”
March 13, 2025 at 4:23 PM