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[elfducator]

[ alisaie has always been surrounded by family. she was surrounded by family as a child, and even here, far from sharlayan, she continues to be surrounded by family, for her family is not only those to whom she is tied by blood, but many, many others. alphinaud is her family, of course, but urianger too, and all of the scions - they are connected by something far deeper than blood, but a camaraderie, a covenant forged in hardship and likemindedness, and the desire to safeguard all they hold dear.

then of course, there is prompto, prompto who has ever been her rock, who has been her warm, beating heart. he has tempered her fury and softened her hard edges, and brought her more joy and happiness than she had ever thought possible. surely more than she deserves. but he gives it freely nonetheless, and she is grateful for him, so very grateful for him, and the life that they have built together. it is not always easy to balance family and her duties, and honestly, a great deal of their home life and the care of their boy falls to prompto, when alisaie is off gallivanting across eorzea and beyond, plugging the holes in hydealyn's defenses and helping to hold together what brief periods of peace the scions can manage.

but some things are more important, and starlight with her family is one of those things. being here with them, home with them, is the most important thing in her life.

the rising stones has only grown with revenant's toll, as the scions have expanded so has their space, and while she and prompto and louie share the rising stones with their fellow scions, there is more than enough space for them all. they have a spacious apartment overlooking the aetheryte, with a living area and fireplace all their own, though of course much and more of their time is spent in the open areas below, with the others. tonight is starlight eve, and the rising stones have been merry, most of the scions lingering to celebrate, to eat themselves silly and exchange gifts before the hearth, while louie scrambles under foot. he can talk now, almost in full sentences, and while he has enjoyed past starlight seasons for all the light and color and noise, this is the first year he is really beginning to understand the season, to grasp it and what it means for him, and everyone else. and though they've retired to their own quarters for the night, it is no easy thing to settle their son, who is babbling with excitement and readjusting his stocking over the hearth for what feels like the hundredth time. ]

I think the Saint shall come to fill your stocking, even if it is crooked..

[ she says through a chuckle, while dropping heavily into a nearby chair, sinking against it. even now, social events are still a little draining for her.. though she certainly enjoyed herself. ]