Quina Quen
Level: 1
Dayime/T: Day 1
Location: Kingdom of Erion, Raganival Forest
Mentions: Velvet (
@Holy Soldier)
Word Count: 305
Quina twisted about to try and look up at Velvet as she tried to hammer some information about just how the world worked through the fortress that was Quina's mind.
Sometimes the impenetrability of it was a benefit, but this was not one of those times, and Quina cast a glance back down to where the Fairy once lay. Just to be sure, Quina gave the patch of grass a gentle poke with her (or his) oversized fork. Unsurprisingly to anyone, save for Quina, nothing happened.
"
Not from wretched world. Quina is..." Quina paused, trying to think of the words that most closely resembled the situation that he, or she, found him, or herself, in. "
...from swamp. Outside, yes? Quina here to help stop virus, and be hero. Friends gone. Just Quina now, to save world. Just Qui-"
Quina stopped talking again, interrupted by the low, rumbling sound of a castle that was in the process of collapsing. Quina could feel it through her feet, as if the whole area was an empty stomach complaining audibly, and it probably signalled that the mission was almost over. For better or for worse, Quina couldn't really tell. Without thinking to run it by Velvet, Quina broke into a rather ungainly run
towards the castle, perhaps confident that her (or his) passenger would be able to keep her balance, or perhaps simply forgetting that Velvet was up there in the first place.
"
Quina is hero. Here to help. Save world. Quina is hero. Here to help. Save world. Quina is hero..." Quina repeated, over and over, as she (or he) ran, eyes narrowed with determination, focused on an imagined future that only Quina could see. A future of parades held in Quina's honour. Endless feasting. One of those funny little plays. And friends, to share it all with.
