"Funny that I have made so much effort to understand history--true history, knowledge that was kept from me all my life--and here I am, unmaking it. Uncovering grand truths is something to which I have grown accustomed thanks to the Scions, but the scale of this… Sometimes I find myself craving the familiar simplicity of not knowing anything at all. This, probably, is a foreign concept to you, who seem to know nearly everything.I should not wish another to be here in my place. If I may do this good, I will be glad for it, even if my knees quake at the very thought.Is it selfish to pray you think no less of me though I’ve wounded you?Perhaps I shall never send this letter at all."--Bee

Age: 27 (ARR)
Gender: Female (she/her)
Race: Elezen (Wildwood)
Height: 6'0" (183cm)Main Job: Bard
City-State: Gridania
Guardian: Azeyma, the Warden~Bee grew up in the company of a small wandering band of Elezen, consisting of her parents and a handful of others that called themselves a "family." Extreme fundamental traditionalists, they taught their daughter, Beore, and the other children that Elezen were the keepers of Eorzea and that their travels were honoring the land they should rightfully own.Bee trained as an archer from a young age under her mother's supervision. When she was twelve, she participated in her first raid against a caravan of Hyur merchants. The family murdered them all, and for the first time Bee realized that the lessons she had absorbed since she was young had a deadly effect on others.As she grew older, Bee began to wonder what was beyond the boundary of their ever-roaming campfires. When the family drew close enough to nearby cities and towns, Bee would sneak away from her parents with the intent of learning more about the world. The few times she was caught were enough to cow her back into submission, for at least a while.Finally, not long after her twenty-seventh birthday, Bee took what courage and worldly goods she had accumulated in secret and struck out on her own, never to seek out the family she’d left behind. Adventure called to her, and she burned to understand the society from which her parents had kept her
so well hidden.

Since joining the Scions and becoming the Warrior of Light, Bee has become an avid lover of the process of learning. When she has the time she enjoys reading historical literature and poetry, and she has picked up (but not mastered) many different jobs and skills. When someone offers to teach her something new, she finds it hard to resist. She most enjoys crafting since it gives her something with which to occupy both her hands and her mind.She has also grown to love the world and the people who inhabit it. Her heart goes out to others in a way that she would not have thought possible before leaving the "family" behind. Accordingly, she is sometimes prone to self-sacrifice and hiding her troubles, and she has difficulty knowing when to say no.

"I was reading the book you gave me last time, the one about the Sixth Umbral Calamity--""And how didst thou find it?""Fascinating, actually--I can't believe I never knew any of this before--but I marked this part, about the comet which led people to settle in Gyr Abania. It reminded me of something I read in another book you recommended, the one about... it was a lot of stars talk.""Yes?""The sage in that book, he was studying in the Sixth Astral Era, right? Would he not have made note of the comet in his studies long before its appearance in our sky?"

"Perchance the knowledge of it was lost in the chaos which ensued as the floodwaters rose. The story may well be apocryphal.""Perhaps--but look here, this part refers to another astrologian who studied under the first one, and it says that fragments of his research were found..."

My lady—
Thy journey is long, and thy steps are like to be heavy. E’er may the path you walk be blessed with the Light, that thou mayest feel the full weight of Her favor upon you.
Thy sin is thus: that still dost thou wrestle with the knowledge that our cause—as championed by thee—is worth much, and more. Go with an unburdened heart, and forget not what I said.“As stiff twin compasses are two;
My soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the other do.
And though it in the center sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and harkens after it.”
U

When they’d landed in the desert, before Alisaie left and Urianger went along to escort her, Bee only had a moment to exchange a handful of words with him. He looked at her with soft eyes the color of wine and a set jaw, his face wholly exposed to her for the first time.“Speak thy mind,” he had said, hesitating only slightly as if he steeled himself for what she might say next. “I do not expect thy forgiveness.”She wanted to touch his cheek, to trace the mark on his face with her fingertips. She wanted to place her hand in his and remind herself that in spite of everything, she was alive.“And yet,” she said softly, lowering her voice so that the others nearby might not hear, “you have it.”