“Even the smallest voice can echo through the darkest night.”
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Can you take a look inside your heart // Is there any room for me?
Once, she was Cheeringway—a Loporrit whose purpose was simple and sacred: to remind weary souls of their worth. When the star was reborn and the light of Hydaelyn waned, the call of mortal hearts reached the moon, and Cheeringway heard it. “They need cheering still,” she said, paws pressed to her chest, “and I cannot do that from afar.”
So she was given a new form: soft skin, small hands, and a voice that could laugh, cry, and sing among those she adored. Now she walks Eorzea as a Lalafell of radiant spirit and boundless optimism, a spark of the moon’s kindness hidden in plain sight. Wherever heroes falter, she appears—clapping, grinning, sometimes weeping, always believing.
Her purpose is not to fight nor to lead, but to lift. To remind mortals that courage does not come from strength alone, but from the hearts that refuse to dim.
And though few remember the name Cheeringway, the warmth she leaves behind in every inn, battlefield, and lonely road feels like a prayer answered in laughter.