The past several hours had been spent practising on the piano. She had managed a few playthroughs of the song she was practising when Celica had visited her, as well as a couple of half-attempted playthroughs of other pieces. Not one of the other ones she had attempted got played without at least a dozen faults. She cursed herself for every mistake she made, going so far as to playing the intro to some-guy-whose-name-she-couldn't-remember's 5th symphony. It had been a wonderful stress relief to be able to smash the keys with wild abandon... if only for a few seconds.
The piano had been left behind, however, in favour of looking for something to eat. It was rapidly approaching dinner time and she wanted to get there before the canteen was filled with students. A couple hundred other students would have the same idea, of course, but a couple hundred was better than a couple thousand. With hope she'd also meet Tsukiko there.
The thought of Tsukiko, however, was followed by a sour taste in her mouth. It wasn't that Tsuki had ever displeased her, quite the contrary in fact. No, it was the memory of what Celica had said, as well as her and Alice's confrontation. It happened several hours ago and the taunts still made her hackles rise. She knew she shouldn't let it get to her like that, but how could she not? She—
Further musings were interrupted by a weight settling on her shoulder, no more than a few hundred grams at most. Glancing to her side she came face to face with a very small woman; a waterfall of golden hair falling past her shoulders and down her waist, interrupted only by two pairs of slim and transparent wings jutting out from her back.
Sylphide looked up at Lily, a gentle smile on her lips. "I heard about what happened earlier," she said, her voice devoid of judgement or anger of any kind. She wasn't scolding Lily—much to her relief—nor was she about to lecture her; she simply said it. "How do you feel?" She continued, sitting down on Lily's shoulder rather than stand up.
Lily pressed her lips into a thin line at the question, her eyes hardening. "I'm fine," she replied, looking forward again. "You don't need to worry."
"And yet I do," the Mythic shot back. "You worry me, Lily. You are a very kind woman if only you let yourself; I see it in you, in every word you say to other people."
Gritting her teeth, Lily stopped walking, one hand place on the wall and her eyes fixed on the floor. "Don't talk like you know me. You know nothing of me.
"On the contrary," Sylphide continued, ever patient and gentle, "I know a lot about you; where you came from, why you're here, the reason for why you acted as you did when you and Al—" She was interrupted by a loud bang echoing through the hallway. Turning her head she saw Lily letting her clenched hand fall down her side.
"Fine, you know of me, but don't for a second think you know what it's like. You, a pretty little Immortal, how could you possibly know what loss is? Your are surrounded by beings of equal power and age expectancy. You're so kind and perfect that they can't help but like you. You don't have to fear losing them, don't have to worry about them going away. Of course, the question is, why would they? They stay because you're kind, pretty, and perfect. They don't have a reason to leave. You—" her head jerked to the side before she could react, a stinging pain blossoming in her cheek. Looking forward she was faced with an almost angry looking Sylphide, a sight which would have terrified most, her right hand raised.
Sylphide lowered her hand, her gaze becoming noticeable softer as she did so. "I advice that you be careful with your words, Lily," she said. After a short while she sighed and shook her head. "Lily, trust me when I say this: You have issues, and there is no way around it. The way you reacted to Alice taunt's can't just be ignored."
Lily was quick to protest. "But we already fixed it! Ikari told us to talk it out and apologise, and we did!"
Again, Sylphide shook her head. "You apologised and you gave half an explanation for why you reacted so violently, that is true, but it's not something that'll keep you from reacting like that again. Remember that you are not school students who got into a fight, but soldiers whose purpose is to defend your Disc. As it is, nothing is keeping you from acting against such taunts again." She was silent for a while, lips pursed as she examined Lily's face, looking for any signs of anger of which there were—surprisingly—none.
With a small smile, Sylphide continued. "Ikari was, and is still, a loner. She and her fellow Kitsune have never been much for living together with others save when having made a promise to aid someone. She doesn't know a lot about handling conflicts, and saw an apology as being sufficient. In that regard you may call her childish. We Fairies, however, live—or lived—in large colonies, and we had a lot of conflicts which needed resolving."
"And how's that going to help?" Lily asked, her voice almost subdued, but with a definitive edge to it. "You can't fix my problems, can't jump back in time to make it so I was never abandoned."
"You're right, I can't. No one can. What I can do, however, is tell you this: Unless you start moving forward, and past your old hardships, you risk pushing away those you love. I don't know for certain, but I fear that even Tsukiko will only stay with you for so long, if you continue clinging onto your past. I'm not telling you to forget everything that happened, but let go and accept that that isn't your life anymore. You may not have had much of a family at all, but if you work towards it... you could get a family of your own. The past cannot be changed, but you can accept it as it was, and focus on making a brighter future for yourself." She stopped, then smiled at Lily. "I know you can." She reverted to her Fairy form, barely twenty centimetres tall, and fluttered off.
Lily stood where Sylphide her left her for several minutes, eyes downcast but mind racing. Could it be true? Would it be possible for Tsukiko to leave her if she didn't... let go of her past? How could she let go of her past? It was there; ever present and unchanging. She couldn't let it go, but...
She crouched down, leaning against the wall with both her hands gripping at her head. No... No. She wouldn't let Tsukiko leave her. She couldn't. She was everything she'd ever had, and losing her would... would.
"I can't let that happen," she whispered, almost choking on her own words. Try as she might she couldn't keep the tears from trickling down her cheeks. "I won't. I..." She looked up, a fire of determination fighting to gain a foothold in her teary eyes. "I... I need to talk to her."
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25 y/o guy, currently student and living by myself, yada yada.
Veteran Roleplayer, with over 7-8 years of experience in both Pen & Paper and text based, with minimal LARP Experience. I have a great interest in fantasy settings and tends to dislike Post Apocalypse, or generally anything involving guns and modern weaponry. Gimme a sword and the ability to throw fire, and I'm happy.
I have relatively high standards and find myself somewhat disappointed if my posts are below 500 words, preferring ~1000+ whenever possible (sadly, not always easy). At the same time I expect similar standards from my fellow players. I also have a tendency to play female characters in spite of my being a guy, mainly because I find it more entertaining than playing the big burly guy.
Anywho!
25 y/o guy, currently student and living by myself, yada yada.
Veteran Roleplayer, with over 7-8 years of experience in both Pen & Paper and text based, with minimal LARP Experience. I have a great interest in fantasy settings and tends to dislike Post Apocalypse, or generally anything involving guns and modern weaponry. Gimme a sword and the ability to throw fire, and I'm happy.
I have relatively high standards and find myself somewhat disappointed if my posts are below 500 words, preferring ~1000+ whenever possible (sadly, not always easy). At the same time I expect similar standards from my fellow players. I also have a tendency to play female characters in spite of my being a guy, mainly because I find it more entertaining than playing the big burly guy.
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Sakimi is a girl :P
I follow Sakimichan on DeviantArt and have done for a long time. I recognised the style immediately :P Also, I trust the creator of the picture more than X Random site where you found it xD
And stuff happened on my end too!
Only 1500 puny words, but it's enough... No way I can match your freaking 2800 <.<
Only 1500 puny words, but it's enough... No way I can match your freaking 2800 <.<
The morning sun didn't stay for long, quickly migrating across the sky on its eternal quest to meet the opposite horizon. Hours passed in the blink of an eye for Evelina, costumers coming and going. The boy with the rat bite hadn't been an actual infection, but just a collection of blood beneath the skin. While it was difficult not to shake her head at the woman for thinking it was an infection, she also knew that healer's lore and knowledge wasn't as widespread as one would think. For reasons indiscernible there weren't all that many who knew anything of what a healer did. Mostly they just blindly trusted anyone who called themselves healers, hoping that they knew what they were doing whenever they had something that needed to be treated.
She sighed, picking up an apple from the tray on the table beside her, cutting a line along the length of it with her nail. Boredom currently permeated every part of her mind, with no costumers having visited for the past hour. She had also already ground what she could, stopping only after she had run dry of the one needed for the disinfectant.
She brought the apple to her lips, long canines piercing the fruit and aiding in tearing a large chunk out of it. She had to admit, the elongated canines had their uses. Not only did they allow her to scare off annoying brats who tried to bully her for being different, but they also made tearing meat apart much easier. That thought brought a sidelong smirk to her lips as she chewed. Chewy beefs were no longer a problem, even if they were a relatively rare commodity—She tried to save up as much money for herself as she could, after all.
Finishing off the apple in a few more bites, she glanced out the window past a bushel of dried, blue flowers for aiding sleep. The sun was nearing its highest on the sky, and she should probably head off into the forest if she wanted to make sure she had time to gather enough before it got dark.
"Might as well be off," she muttered, standing up and heading for the door, but not before grabbing her cloak and draping it over her shoulders, and donning the hood to keep her face hidden. She spent another few minutes grabbing whatever else she needed, including a large leather pouch for the herbs themselves.
A small "Healer Not Present" hung on her door a few moments later.
Brittle things on ground crushing.
Not-brittle things on stiff things rustling.
Smells strange. No cracking from stiff things breaking.
A tall shape stood between taller unmoveable things. Very little sound. Very strange smell. Stood still. Not dangerous, but not scared.
Prey. Not discovered yet. No fangs. No claws.
Creep closer. No cracking, rustling, crushing. Close now. Mustn't be seen.
Hungry. Kill. Hungry. Close now.
Clo—Prey gone! Prey not there!
Light! Pain! Can't move. Prey there! Prey large cla—
Evelina wiped her the blood off her sword in the wolf's pelt, grimacing slightly at the almost decapitated head. She had meant to deliver a killing blow immediately, but hadn't quite expected that she'd cut halfway through the spine. She returned the sword to its sheath attaching to her lower back, horizontally, and crouched down, leaning in to inspect the animal.
It was dead for sure, that much she was certain of, and it looked like a normal wolf for all intends and purposes. There was only one strange thing about it all. Wolves were pack animals and almost never hunted alone, and when they did they certainly didn't go for prey larger than themselves. While Evelina was by no means a large person, she was still tall enough to make any wolf think twice about attacking her blindly, as this one had been about to.
So these are the ones that so many people come to me for. Suddenly makes a bit more sense how so many people get bitten by wolves if more of them are like this... even then, this was probably just a straggler. The attacks happens mostly north of Olnesse near Stoneshire and Rivendale. She stood up again, green eyes darting around while her ears pivoted towards each and every direction. No more wolves nearby. Definitely a straggler.
She turned and headed towards a meadow she recalled being nearby. The plant she needed often grew in large quantities there, and sometimes there even were the additional rare herb she could use for either adding flavour to a stew, or perhaps just a pretty flower to put in a vase.
It took no more than a few short minutes before she reached a break in the trees and a clearing came into view, a small meadow being in the middle of it all. A rare, genuine smile spread across her lips as she withheld the double-coloured petals of the flower she needed. As always, its blue and red hues were beautiful to behold. There weren't quite as many as she had hoped, but there were enough for a few week's use.
No sound was made as she walked towards the nearest group of the flowers. Kneeling down, she started picking the petals. Unlike most other people Evelina didn't just pluck the flower from the ground. She had learned early on from her mother that it was much easier to simply carefully pick the petals—unless, of course, you needed the stalk too, in which case you cut the stalk close to the ground, but left the roots alone—and store them in a bag. It allowed the plant to quickly bloom again and provide more petals. Luckily for her, this specific plant was one where only the petals contained the necessary substance for the disinfectant. It was why, she was told, that it had two colours rather than one.
The sun steadily climbed the sky, then started falling again slightly. It had reached midday and was approaching early afternoon. Judging by the shadows cast by the trees she assumed that it was almost two hour since she had left her home, which also meant that she would have to return soon. Much as she enjoyed time alone away from others, she knew that with the scarcity of healers meant that there were a lot of people compared to only a few people with healer knowledge.
She flicked her ear as some small insect landed on it, prompting her to look up and around her. Everything was as it should be, except that she now noticed that she had run out of the two-coloured flowers. A quick glance at her leather pouch confirmed the fact as well; the previously empty container being almost full of petals ready for drying. She then closed it and pulled the hood over her head again, heading towards the trees and towards her home.
The petals had been set out to dry and the "Healer is away" sign had been removed, and she now sat in her living room, a dish of mixed fruits and vegetables sitting in front of, half of it already gone. They day had been rather uneventful save for the wolf attacking her, and a lumberjack who had lost the grip of his axe and hit himself in the leg. The injury looked worse than it was, luckily, and he was able to go home with the knowledge that he could continue working the next day. The leg just needed to be kept calm, so chopping wood for the fires wouldn't be too much effort. So long as he kept it to only chopping wood for fireplaces until the wound healed, he should be all right.
Further musings during her late lunch were interrupted by several knocks on the door. Like earlier that day they were crisp and quick with no room for fancy melodies played out by the sound of knuckles against wood.
He's early, she mused, standing up and walking to the door. Opening it she came face to face with Cormack, drenched in sweat.
"He's not here," he said almost immediately, stepping forward as she took one backwards, allowing him entrance.
"Where is he then?" She asked impatiently, leaning against the door.
"Woods. Ebbwood, to be more precise. Asked two guards if they had seen anyone with flaming red hair walk out, and they said he was headed for the woods. I ran and caught up to him. Spent an hour sneaking close enough to eavesdrop. Apparently he has a bunch of soldiers out there, probably the rebel group. He's going to return here tomorrow. You can catch him then, if you want."
Evelina let out a sigh, ears dropping to lay across her head for a moment. "I had hoped I'd be able to find him tonight. Turns out I can't." She stepped over to the table, grabbing an apple from the tray in the middle and threw it to Cormack. "Here. You deserve at least this much."
"Thanks," he replied, catching it and biting into it. "For what it's worth, I'm still sor—"
She waved a hand at him and he suddenly went silent. "Stop. Just... stop. Don't talk about that. Not now, not ever." She waved a hand once more, this time at the door. "Please. Just... go."
Cormack said nothing. He just nodded and walked out, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
Evelina sighed. This was going to be a long day.
She sighed, picking up an apple from the tray on the table beside her, cutting a line along the length of it with her nail. Boredom currently permeated every part of her mind, with no costumers having visited for the past hour. She had also already ground what she could, stopping only after she had run dry of the one needed for the disinfectant.
She brought the apple to her lips, long canines piercing the fruit and aiding in tearing a large chunk out of it. She had to admit, the elongated canines had their uses. Not only did they allow her to scare off annoying brats who tried to bully her for being different, but they also made tearing meat apart much easier. That thought brought a sidelong smirk to her lips as she chewed. Chewy beefs were no longer a problem, even if they were a relatively rare commodity—She tried to save up as much money for herself as she could, after all.
Finishing off the apple in a few more bites, she glanced out the window past a bushel of dried, blue flowers for aiding sleep. The sun was nearing its highest on the sky, and she should probably head off into the forest if she wanted to make sure she had time to gather enough before it got dark.
"Might as well be off," she muttered, standing up and heading for the door, but not before grabbing her cloak and draping it over her shoulders, and donning the hood to keep her face hidden. She spent another few minutes grabbing whatever else she needed, including a large leather pouch for the herbs themselves.
A small "Healer Not Present" hung on her door a few moments later.
Brittle things on ground crushing.
Not-brittle things on stiff things rustling.
Smells strange. No cracking from stiff things breaking.
A tall shape stood between taller unmoveable things. Very little sound. Very strange smell. Stood still. Not dangerous, but not scared.
Prey. Not discovered yet. No fangs. No claws.
Creep closer. No cracking, rustling, crushing. Close now. Mustn't be seen.
Hungry. Kill. Hungry. Close now.
Clo—Prey gone! Prey not there!
Light! Pain! Can't move. Prey there! Prey large cla—
Evelina wiped her the blood off her sword in the wolf's pelt, grimacing slightly at the almost decapitated head. She had meant to deliver a killing blow immediately, but hadn't quite expected that she'd cut halfway through the spine. She returned the sword to its sheath attaching to her lower back, horizontally, and crouched down, leaning in to inspect the animal.
It was dead for sure, that much she was certain of, and it looked like a normal wolf for all intends and purposes. There was only one strange thing about it all. Wolves were pack animals and almost never hunted alone, and when they did they certainly didn't go for prey larger than themselves. While Evelina was by no means a large person, she was still tall enough to make any wolf think twice about attacking her blindly, as this one had been about to.
So these are the ones that so many people come to me for. Suddenly makes a bit more sense how so many people get bitten by wolves if more of them are like this... even then, this was probably just a straggler. The attacks happens mostly north of Olnesse near Stoneshire and Rivendale. She stood up again, green eyes darting around while her ears pivoted towards each and every direction. No more wolves nearby. Definitely a straggler.
She turned and headed towards a meadow she recalled being nearby. The plant she needed often grew in large quantities there, and sometimes there even were the additional rare herb she could use for either adding flavour to a stew, or perhaps just a pretty flower to put in a vase.
It took no more than a few short minutes before she reached a break in the trees and a clearing came into view, a small meadow being in the middle of it all. A rare, genuine smile spread across her lips as she withheld the double-coloured petals of the flower she needed. As always, its blue and red hues were beautiful to behold. There weren't quite as many as she had hoped, but there were enough for a few week's use.
No sound was made as she walked towards the nearest group of the flowers. Kneeling down, she started picking the petals. Unlike most other people Evelina didn't just pluck the flower from the ground. She had learned early on from her mother that it was much easier to simply carefully pick the petals—unless, of course, you needed the stalk too, in which case you cut the stalk close to the ground, but left the roots alone—and store them in a bag. It allowed the plant to quickly bloom again and provide more petals. Luckily for her, this specific plant was one where only the petals contained the necessary substance for the disinfectant. It was why, she was told, that it had two colours rather than one.
The sun steadily climbed the sky, then started falling again slightly. It had reached midday and was approaching early afternoon. Judging by the shadows cast by the trees she assumed that it was almost two hour since she had left her home, which also meant that she would have to return soon. Much as she enjoyed time alone away from others, she knew that with the scarcity of healers meant that there were a lot of people compared to only a few people with healer knowledge.
She flicked her ear as some small insect landed on it, prompting her to look up and around her. Everything was as it should be, except that she now noticed that she had run out of the two-coloured flowers. A quick glance at her leather pouch confirmed the fact as well; the previously empty container being almost full of petals ready for drying. She then closed it and pulled the hood over her head again, heading towards the trees and towards her home.
The petals had been set out to dry and the "Healer is away" sign had been removed, and she now sat in her living room, a dish of mixed fruits and vegetables sitting in front of, half of it already gone. They day had been rather uneventful save for the wolf attacking her, and a lumberjack who had lost the grip of his axe and hit himself in the leg. The injury looked worse than it was, luckily, and he was able to go home with the knowledge that he could continue working the next day. The leg just needed to be kept calm, so chopping wood for the fires wouldn't be too much effort. So long as he kept it to only chopping wood for fireplaces until the wound healed, he should be all right.
Further musings during her late lunch were interrupted by several knocks on the door. Like earlier that day they were crisp and quick with no room for fancy melodies played out by the sound of knuckles against wood.
He's early, she mused, standing up and walking to the door. Opening it she came face to face with Cormack, drenched in sweat.
"He's not here," he said almost immediately, stepping forward as she took one backwards, allowing him entrance.
"Where is he then?" She asked impatiently, leaning against the door.
"Woods. Ebbwood, to be more precise. Asked two guards if they had seen anyone with flaming red hair walk out, and they said he was headed for the woods. I ran and caught up to him. Spent an hour sneaking close enough to eavesdrop. Apparently he has a bunch of soldiers out there, probably the rebel group. He's going to return here tomorrow. You can catch him then, if you want."
Evelina let out a sigh, ears dropping to lay across her head for a moment. "I had hoped I'd be able to find him tonight. Turns out I can't." She stepped over to the table, grabbing an apple from the tray in the middle and threw it to Cormack. "Here. You deserve at least this much."
"Thanks," he replied, catching it and biting into it. "For what it's worth, I'm still sor—"
She waved a hand at him and he suddenly went silent. "Stop. Just... stop. Don't talk about that. Not now, not ever." She waved a hand once more, this time at the door. "Please. Just... go."
Cormack said nothing. He just nodded and walked out, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
Evelina sighed. This was going to be a long day.
Expect as much xP
Also, just an FYI. That picture you chose for Sianna? It's called "Dragon Boy" :P It's made by Sakimichan from DeviantArt ;)
Also, just an FYI. That picture you chose for Sianna? It's called "Dragon Boy" :P It's made by Sakimichan from DeviantArt ;)
I bet it'll take Mia 5 minutes before she starts wanting to pet Evelina...
I bet it'll take Mia 5 minutes before she starts wanting to pet Evelina...
Aaaw. Mia and Sianna are so cute :3
I'm looking forward to "accidentally" bumping into them xD
I'm looking forward to "accidentally" bumping into them xD
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