When asked, he says: “I was
thinking of buying it for Rey, but she likes the sonic better than the water
shower, and I know you like baths a whole lot more than she does.”
Finn does like baths. The First
Order had rooms with flat showerheads that ran for two minutes at a time, just
long enough for the muscles in his back to start to uncoil under the pressure
before they abruptly shut off. Water in plenty has been an exciting luxury,
which almost makes up for the corroding smell and taste and touch of everything
else. The First Order valued cleanliness and straight lines and antiseptic,
while on D’Qar everything is slightly tilted just enough to look wrong, and
there’s a stickiness to the walls that holds dust and the finger-marks of a
Finn doesn’t take baths often;
the concept of waste has been drilled into his head too often for too long that
using that much water at once still makes him uncomfortable, but the Resistance
base is settled on a planet made up of vast clearwater lakes, so he likes to
think that maybe a bath or two every couple of cycles won’t do much harm. He
doesn’t miss the First Order at all, even when the Otherness of this place
raises the hair on the back of his neck and suspicious glares sink deep into
his bones, but he likes being busy and he likes achieving things, so in between
quietly recalculating their resources under the watchful eye of General Organa
and learning how to see the Universe with his eyes tightly shut, he has baths.
The soap itself comes in several
small, round balls, flecked with tiny spots of colour like the blossoming
petals of a flower. They smell sweet, but hold their shape firmly in Finn’s
hand, and when he rolls them between his fingers they leave a fine trail of
sparkling dust. It takes him a good week, but he finally catches an R&R
day, so he runs a bath in Poe’s small bunk, and drops one of the fragrant
spheres into the water, and watches at it dissolves, frothing pink foam and
filling the air with a delicious perfume.
Yes, Finn thinks to himself quietly, Rey would definitely hate this.
Ok I am biased. I was camping at Clearwater Lake when I was reading @wyles77‘s Better Angel. So this fic of Shiara at Clearwater is just, well felt so “close to home”. If you haven’t already read it PLEASE READ IT~~!
So these are all the used records I bought during my 2 week holiday in the US ☺. Some of these have been impossible to find at home for a reasonable price. I already posted a few but this is the whole bunch. Had to hold back a little, could have bought so much more… 😂
(Figured I’d post the Ishgardian-centric events here, though much, much love to the original poster <3 )
A band of Elezen displaced from their ancestral home in central Aldenard come to settle in Coerthas.
Elezen settlers come to the Sea of Clouds, where they commence construction of the mountainside sanctuary to Halone that will later become Saint Thordan’s Basilica. Small villages spring up in the vicinity, laying the foundation for the nation of Ishgard.
The great wyrm Hraesvalgr consumes his Elezen lover, Shiva, entwining their souls for eternity and ushering in an era of peace between dragon and man
According to Ishgardian holy scripture, 545 marks the year when King Thordan is visited by the goddess Halone, who beseeches him to guide his people to the Promised Land of Coerthas. As the legend is told, the great wyrm Nidhogg attacks the caravans on their journey, and King Thordan and half of his men are slain before the dragon is valiantly driven away. The remaining knights, including the king’s son, Haldrath, guide the Elezen survivors to their destination.
In truth, King Thordan and his knights twelve ambush and slay Ratatoskr of the First Brood, devouring the she-dragon’s eyes to acquire preternatural wisdom. Enraged by this betrayal, the great wyrm Nidhogg pursues and kills the king and half of his company, heralding the end of the era of peace and the beginning of the Dragonsong War
The Holy See employs the power of twenty and four dragon eyes to erect a great arcane ward—later to be known as Daniffen’s Collar—that envelops the entirety of Ishgard, as the city steels its defenses against the coming raids by Nidhogg’s brood.
The progenitors of the four High Houses join together with the clergy of the Ishgardian Orthodox Church to pen a historic narrative that omits details of the betrayal and slaying of Ratatoskr. This new myth of the nation’s founding is indoctrinated through the education of Ishgardian children.
The sanctuary to Halone undergoes extensive reconstruction and is renamed Saint Thordan’s Basilica.
The Azure Dragoon Valeroyant repels an attack by the wyrm Nidhogg, who had been dormant for several decades.
The Azure Dragoon Valeroyant leaves Ishgard to defend a small village from the Dravanian Horde, but is slain in battle protecting a group of shepherds
Thirty years after his death, the Azure Dragoon Valeroyant is canonized as a Halonic saint by the Holy See.
The Temple Knight Ser Toriphaniel brutally slaughters a clergyman of the Holy See known to have abused orphans in his charge. The knight is tried for murder, but earns his release in a trial by combat. Ser Toriphaniel’s actions garner him recognition as the first “dark knight”
The Azure Dragoon subdues a massive dragon in the western highlands of Coerthas, aided by a contingent of mages from the Holy See who spellbind the foe into slumber. The body and limbs of the great wyrm are enveloped in ash and stone, forming the floating isle known as the Dreaming Dragon.
The lady dragoon Reinette carries out her revenge on the dragons who killed her lover. She then lays down her spear Gae Bolg, and takes a vow of poverty, living out the rest of her days as a nun in the service of the poor and downtrodden.
Lady Reinette, the former Azure Dragoon, expires in a nunnery at sixty and six.
Lady Reinette is canonized by the Holy See a century after her death. Unpopular with the clergy for having abandoned her duties as a dragoon at a young age, she is beloved by the commonfolk for having devoted her life in service of the poor and downtrodden. The See elevates her to sainthood, in what is widely seen as an attempt to distract the public from corruption within the church.
The mighty Dravanian general Darkscale awakens and leads an army of wyverns in a raid on the villages of the eastern Coerthas highlands. The Temple Knights and dragoons join forces to retaliate and succeed in repelling the dragon threat. A mortally wounded Darkscale tumbles from the heavens and plummets into the depths of Clearwater Lake, and the battlefield is henceforth known as the Field of Glory.
Stonemason Percelle begins work on a statue of Haldrath to be erected in the western highlands of Coerthas.
Stonemason Percelle completes the statue of Haldrath in the Coerthas western highlands.
Skysteel Manufactory is established and begins developing new weaponry to be used in the war against the Dravanian Horde.
Count Tarresson de Dzemael disburses his own coin to finance the excavation and construction of Dzemael Darkhold, a subterranean fortress and safe haven from dragon raids.
Upon the death of his predecessor, Thordan VII is ordained Archbishop of the Holy See.
The mountain village of Ferndale is laid to waste by a recently awakened Nidhogg.
Ishgard withdraws from the Eorzean Alliance, declaring the Garlean threat all but over with the retreat of the imperial forces to Ala Mhigo. Historians agree, however, that the true motivation for the withdrawal was the Holy See’s desire to divert their full military strength to the Dravanian threat in the wake of Nidhogg’s reappearance .
The construction of Dzemael Darkhold experiences significant delays due to a scarcity of building materials.
Ishgard places severe restrictions on chocobo exports after grazing pastures are devastated by the Dravanian Horde.
Voidsent gargoyles attack a team of stonecutters at work in the tunnels beneath Dzemael Darkhold, leaving few survivors. Construction is postponed indefinitely, and the incident besmirches the name of House Dzemael.
Tarresson de Dzemael relinquishes his claim to the head of House Dzemael and passes on the countship to his eldest son.
The city states of Limsa Lominsa, Ul'dah and Gridania form their Grand Companies. Subsequent events leading up to and in the aftermath of the Seventh Umbral Calamity are detailed in Memories of the Calamity.
About 290 million years ago, two large asteroids smashed into Earth. The massive craters they left behind—now lakes—are still visible from space. Astronauts have noticed and photographed the craters for decades, and the Operational Land Imager on Landsat 8 captured a new image of Clearwater Lakes (Lac à l‘Eau Claire) on June 29, 2013. The small inset box toward the lower left marks the area shown in the lower image.
When they struck, the binary asteroids crashed into a part of Earth’s crust that was fairly close to the equator. Since then, millions of years of plate tectonics have pushed the craters north into what is now northwestern Quebec. A mere 20,000 years ago (not long from a geologic perspective), massive sheets of ice covered northwestern Quebec, much like ice now covers Antarctica and Greenland. During that period, ice sheets repeatedly advanced and retreated, scouring the land of soil and rock during cool periods, and then carving deep channels and rinsing the landscape with melt water during warmer periods.
In the images above, the impact of that glacial scouring is evident. The area has little topsoil and supports only sparse vegetation such as spruce forests, grasses, and mosses. The erosion was so complete that many land surfaces were scraped down to underlying bedrock, exposing some of the oldest rocks in the world. Meanwhile, the melt water from retreating glaciers left a dense network of linear lakes and streams that now dominate the surface. Their ubiquity and complexity is a sign that the geologically young drainage network has yet to carve out its most efficient route to the sea.
Image credit: NASA Earth Observatory images by Jesse Allen and Robert Simmon, using Landsat 8 data from the USGS Earth Explorer