The Dark Garden

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Lucky or Fae Blessed?

The Dark Garden... Cyra hadn’t meant to end up there. Well, not exactly.Cyra was once a courier for a highly regarded Courtesan of the Dark Garden. She being impetuous and driven by curiosity found herself compelled to venture there. Perhaps it was the sparkles that floated around her head—faint pinpricks of light like stars caught in her hair—they often made people stare. They were a blessing, her Father once said. A mark of the fae’s favor. But favors from the fae always came with shadows.Back home in a small village outside of Limsa Lominsa, people had whispered behind cupped hands. Called her Star-Touched. Said it like a curse. Cyra didn’t understand what the blessing meant, only that it made her different—and different was dangerous when she and her father returned from their seafaring voyages.On an evening's visit to Gridania, she was drawn by a strange warmth curling through the summer breeze, she followed her curiosity, step by step until she stepped beneath the arched iron gate of the Dark Garden. The place smelled like secrets: jasmine and wine, candlewax and old magic. It was there she met Manservant. She had heard about this enigmatic character from her employer, a former courtesan of the Dark Garden, but knew nothing about them, other than they were of Namazu descent.She felt lost. Manservant read it instantly in her eyes and her somewhat nervous countenance. He didn’t blink at the sparkles about her head. He simply said, “You’re not lost. Just misplaced.”He offered Cyra a job behind the bar, no questions asked. Just trust—and an understanding that the brothel catered to more than mortals. Some of the guests shimmered too much, or moved through shadows like water. Manservant had rules: Don’t stare too long. And never, ever accept a gift you didn’t ask for.Cyra took to mixing drinks like she’d been born to it. Her playful and youthful energy, charm, and a sweet naivete made her quite popular with the various patrons. And like the Patrons, she seemed favored by the fae. Her hands were steady, her presence was magnetic, and she was always open to try new things. The sparkles seemed to dance brighter when at the Garden, even more so behind the bar. Slowly, she realized something: the blessing wasn’t a curse. It is the key to her future!