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No. Please do not break out into the chorus from that song by Simple Plan. - -
I wrote this because I wanted to.. and also because my Summoner levels slowly enough for my writing to catch up to her levelling. I usually use the third-person perspective, but this time is an exception due to a friend who commented on the blandness of third-person. I myself am not a fan of first-person perspective since I find it hell to write in, but this is a challenge to myself!
By the way... ::bows:: Raen the PanicTaru, from Valefor, of might&mana LS is pleased to make your acquaintace. Or at least, skimmer-ship. (skim, skim, geddit? >_>
x-posted at: PanicTaru
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Rainbow
‘Look.’
My guardian inclined his head, presumably to stare at something far above the polished dome of the intimidating structure before us. He had pointed it out to me when we first came here a week ago, from afar. Across the dancing fields of emerald, the towering edifice had seemed even more imposing against the dark storm clouds..
I tugged at the hood of my tunic, and lifted my gaze skyward. Faintly, against the azure expanse, the strokes of colours were imprinted. Crimson, viridian, violet were among the more intense shades that I could pick out.
‘Rainbow!’ I breathed, scarcely believing my eyes. It was the first time I had seen one, despite the many weathers of Vana’diel I had experienced.
‘Surprised?’ He chuckled, stroking my head gently, his strong fingers drumming lightly at intervals. ‘They say that whenever a Summoner was awakened, something paints a rainbow in the sky for them, over the Crag of Holla.’
I shook my head wildly in an attempt to force his hand off, a scowl fixed on my face. ‘And just because I’m a Tarutaru, it doesn’t mean that you can treat me like your pet!’
We sat in silence for a while after my harsh words, and I began to fidget. Perhaps I was too rude, and offended the Elvaan’s innate sense of immense pride? I chanced a quick glance at his stern face. It was all angles - sharp angles which called to mind the cruelty of knives’ edges. His hair was pulled back into a severe tail, secured by a dark band. His rat’s tail, he had often called it playfully, around me. I was astounded by his eyes. They were unusual, the glowing golden of tigers’ orbs, with mellow chocolate cores which I never saw when he was in anyone else’s company. He would jest then, that other people made him uncomfortable.
‘Zion?’ I whispered, but his gaze remained fixed upon that faraway mirage, distant and oblivious to his immediate surroundings as if he were daydreaming. Yet, those furrowed brows…
Seizing the opportunity, I scrutinized his features, particularly the distinctive scar which ran with jagged edges from his brow to the arch of his cheek. A shade paler than his dusky Elvaan skin, it was a reminder of his past life, something he carried with both pride and shame. He never did tell me how it came to be, and only warded off my questions with a gentle smile though I thought saw the silence of sorrow beneath.
‘Hmm? What’re you looking at, my little panictaru?’ His eyes refocused upon me, a smile playing at the edges of his lips. I drew back, conscious of the blood rushing to my head, and stretched awkwardly, trying to divert his attention.
‘Nothing,’ I replied as nonchalantly as I could, but a sinking feeling me told me that Zioncross already knew. He always did, for some inexplicable reason.
He shrugged, then stood up as he dusted off the seat of his knee-length pants with a low growl. Above us, the clouds were gathering in darkened hues once more, crimson tinted. In mere moments the entire place was dimmed, and with a quick pull I was on Zioncross’s back, clutching onto him for life as he started an easy jog towards the Crag where we would seek shelter.
‘A-Asshat! At least tell me you’re gonna give me a ri–WHAAAA WATCH IT!!!’
‘Well you wouldn’t accept it if I told you, lady~’
‘St-still! You can’t run for nuts! You nearly tripped over that Sapling!!’
‘Hey, it was in my way!’
‘Shut up, murderer!’
'Eh? But it didn't die did it, huh? HUH?'
Bickering with him always felt good, especially since I had the upper hand by the virtue of being who I was, and who I am.
Looking back now… I think it was the day I decided to seek out the rather unpredictation path of becoming a Summoner.
~||~
I wrote this because I wanted to.. and also because my Summoner levels slowly enough for my writing to catch up to her levelling. I usually use the third-person perspective, but this time is an exception due to a friend who commented on the blandness of third-person. I myself am not a fan of first-person perspective since I find it hell to write in, but this is a challenge to myself!
By the way... ::bows:: Raen the PanicTaru, from Valefor, of might&mana LS is pleased to make your acquaintace. Or at least, skimmer-ship. (skim, skim, geddit? >_>
x-posted at: PanicTaru
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Rainbow
‘Look.’
My guardian inclined his head, presumably to stare at something far above the polished dome of the intimidating structure before us. He had pointed it out to me when we first came here a week ago, from afar. Across the dancing fields of emerald, the towering edifice had seemed even more imposing against the dark storm clouds..
I tugged at the hood of my tunic, and lifted my gaze skyward. Faintly, against the azure expanse, the strokes of colours were imprinted. Crimson, viridian, violet were among the more intense shades that I could pick out.
‘Rainbow!’ I breathed, scarcely believing my eyes. It was the first time I had seen one, despite the many weathers of Vana’diel I had experienced.
‘Surprised?’ He chuckled, stroking my head gently, his strong fingers drumming lightly at intervals. ‘They say that whenever a Summoner was awakened, something paints a rainbow in the sky for them, over the Crag of Holla.’
I shook my head wildly in an attempt to force his hand off, a scowl fixed on my face. ‘And just because I’m a Tarutaru, it doesn’t mean that you can treat me like your pet!’
We sat in silence for a while after my harsh words, and I began to fidget. Perhaps I was too rude, and offended the Elvaan’s innate sense of immense pride? I chanced a quick glance at his stern face. It was all angles - sharp angles which called to mind the cruelty of knives’ edges. His hair was pulled back into a severe tail, secured by a dark band. His rat’s tail, he had often called it playfully, around me. I was astounded by his eyes. They were unusual, the glowing golden of tigers’ orbs, with mellow chocolate cores which I never saw when he was in anyone else’s company. He would jest then, that other people made him uncomfortable.
‘Zion?’ I whispered, but his gaze remained fixed upon that faraway mirage, distant and oblivious to his immediate surroundings as if he were daydreaming. Yet, those furrowed brows…
Seizing the opportunity, I scrutinized his features, particularly the distinctive scar which ran with jagged edges from his brow to the arch of his cheek. A shade paler than his dusky Elvaan skin, it was a reminder of his past life, something he carried with both pride and shame. He never did tell me how it came to be, and only warded off my questions with a gentle smile though I thought saw the silence of sorrow beneath.
‘Hmm? What’re you looking at, my little panictaru?’ His eyes refocused upon me, a smile playing at the edges of his lips. I drew back, conscious of the blood rushing to my head, and stretched awkwardly, trying to divert his attention.
‘Nothing,’ I replied as nonchalantly as I could, but a sinking feeling me told me that Zioncross already knew. He always did, for some inexplicable reason.
He shrugged, then stood up as he dusted off the seat of his knee-length pants with a low growl. Above us, the clouds were gathering in darkened hues once more, crimson tinted. In mere moments the entire place was dimmed, and with a quick pull I was on Zioncross’s back, clutching onto him for life as he started an easy jog towards the Crag where we would seek shelter.
‘A-Asshat! At least tell me you’re gonna give me a ri–WHAAAA WATCH IT!!!’
‘Well you wouldn’t accept it if I told you, lady~’
‘St-still! You can’t run for nuts! You nearly tripped over that Sapling!!’
‘Hey, it was in my way!’
‘Shut up, murderer!’
'Eh? But it didn't die did it, huh? HUH?'
Bickering with him always felt good, especially since I had the upper hand by the virtue of being who I was, and who I am.
Looking back now… I think it was the day I decided to seek out the rather unpredictation path of becoming a Summoner.
~||~
*about the rainbow appearing for the birth of a new summoner, it is true.
about it inspiring me, in some part, to find the darn ruby, is also true.
about it inspiring me, in some part, to find the darn ruby, is also true.
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