Post by Kender Bard on Dec 14, 2013 4:26:03 GMT -5
Here stands the great Naruta Christmas tree! Bedecked in lights, tinsel, garlands, and every ornament imaginable, the sight is impressive indeed. Why not make a wish on the star at the top of the tree? Maybe the Forces will grant it to you.
((One free wish per player. 1/9 for the late start.))
Post by Kender Bard on Dec 13, 2013 12:55:43 GMT -5
Sain brought up a hand rubbed at his eyes and face, running it over the thick stubble he'd grown. "I have to be here when he wakes up," Sain explained in a murmur. "If he wakes up surrounded by strangers, he'll be frightened out of his wits. I could have left him at home but some part of me felt like if I brought him here, maybe the Forces would change their mind about him at least and reverse whatever happened."
Post by Kender Bard on Dec 13, 2013 2:46:56 GMT -5
Sain immediately came to alertness, head snapping up and his posture shifting to something less like drowsing. He assumed a priest had come up.
"I'm fine," he said in a voice that was surprisingly clear and articulate, although a touch raspy from dryness and disuse. "I'm fine, I don't need a bed or anything." He turned to thank the priest for their concern and paused when his eyes locked on Zira's.
He swallowed dryly. "Zira," he said, voice low. He quickly averted his eyes. His family had been to see him and Heath of course but that was when he'd first come to the temple and he'd been so out of his mind with grief that he couldn't really remember what had been said. It was all dreamlike to his memories.
Now he just felt shame and anger and the same deep and unabated sadness he hadn't stopped feeling in so long. "I'm fine," he repeated, much more softly now.
Post by Kender Bard on Dec 13, 2013 0:41:11 GMT -5
Sain knelt, legs numbed, by the cot in the temple of Love. There were many people here in what had been converted into a kind of tending-room for those fallen under the sleeping sickness and not having elsewhere to go (or, like in Sain's case, desperate to find solace within the church but unwilling to leave their loved ones at home.)
Heath slept peacefully, his breathing even and steady, and even the faintest hint of a smile on his face. It still didn't bring anything resembling peace to Sain's heart, however.
In one of Sain's hands he clutched a holy symbol, the sacred sun of Anarlina. He no longer prayed aloud like he did when Heath had first been brought here on his order. During those days, he had wept and prayed and even screamed at one point, but Sain was too tired to continue on in that vein. He was exhausted. He ate only when food was brought and given to him and he slept when his body finally would not allow him to remain awake a moment longer. He rarely left his son's side.
None of the priests had any answers for him; not the priests of Love or any of the Forces. They were all stumped, confused. The mystics were no better. Nobody had anything to say as to why or how or what could be done for Sain or any one else in similar straits.
Haven't I been faithful to you? Sain thought to Love and to all the Forces in general. Haven't I always been a good man, upheld the tenants of the church, and honored each of the Forces? You already took Rebecca from me. Now Heath? Why him? He clenched the holy symbol in his hand tighter, the points biting into his flesh, the pain reminding him to not throw a visible fit. He's just a fucking child. If you have some sort of grudge against me, then take me! What kind of Forces are you?
Despite his righteous anger, Sain was so very tired. His head drooped down to his chest and his eyes began to close as he struggled to maintain his vigil.
Post by Kender Bard on Dec 13, 2013 0:29:56 GMT -5
"NOX!" Noel screamed as he darted from room to room in his mansion. There was smoke everywhere and fire, but Noel used his wind powers to try and push some of it away, making a small area of breathable air, even as it fanned the flames around him even hotter. His feathers had almost caught some of the flames several times already and he knew that there would be blistering pain from heat burns on his body when he finally ducked out of the house. But he wouldn't be doing so without his son.
He wasn't sure what started the fire but it terrified him to his core to be standing in the inferno. The house groaned; it would not hold much longer. Several places had already seen collapse. Heart pounding in his chest, Noel cast his eyes to an upper railing. The stairs were impassable but he could fly. Taking one more breath of air, Noel launched himself up, flapping wildly and pushing with his Wind to get up to the next level. It was even more hellish up above than down below. Noel could no longer call out for Nox. He simply ran around, trying to find his boy.
Noel burst into Nox's room and found the boy trembling in a corner. At last! He moved to grab Nox. The two of them could escape out the nearest window to safety. "Nox!" Noel gasped, and then coughed heavily.
Nox looked over at the sound of his name, a look of relief stealing over his face still stamped with terror as well. Noel could see his son's lips move, saying 'father' but the sound of Nox's voice was drowned out by the deafening crack that filled the air. Noel's sigh became obscured as debris fell from the ceiling. He tried to see, but the smoke, ash, and dust were too thick. "NOX!" he screamed again, pushing blindly forward, one hand out stretched. He had to find his son!
More debris fell, landing on Noel, trapping him, pinning him down. Noel cried out in agony as he felt himself being crushed. Face on the floor, though, he could see more clearly. There was one arm outstretched from the rubble pile in front of him.
Forces, no, Noel thought in crystallized horror. He reached out, trying to touch that open hand. Nox, no! It couldn't be what it seemed.
The smoke settled closer to the floor and suddenly Noel wasn't able to see again. But he could feel. Oh, how he could feel. No matter how he struggled and heaved, he couldn't free himself. He could feel the pain of his predicament, but even more terrible was the heat of the fire that ate its way closer to him, devouring everything. Soon it would devour him too. He could smell burning feathers and dared not look to his wings.
All he could do was pray that the end would be swift, even though he knew it would not be.
Post by Kender Bard on Dec 13, 2013 0:01:07 GMT -5
"Fair enough," Renlo replied mildly. "I wish I had something more to report but not terribly much has gone on for me. I did get the honor of escorting the previous High Priest to assist in pushing back the demonic hordes, and then bringing the new High Priestess back with us. But that's honestly been the most exciting thing to happen to me since we last saw one another."
Well, he also escorted the ring bearer as well, but for some reason he found himself not wanting to talk about that. He still thought of her, from time to time.
Post by Kender Bard on Dec 12, 2013 23:59:05 GMT -5
I better warn Mom to lay off anything too intense, Harmony thought. But she had a feeling that Filly was going to be just as excited as she was, not in the mood to cause any problems. "I know she'd really like to say hello to you too," Harmony added with a sweet smile for Luca. "I know she misses her own family a lot. It'd be a treat to spend a little bit of time with Dad's family."
Post by Kender Bard on Dec 12, 2013 6:27:57 GMT -5
Filly rose and moved over to Schuldig, bending down to kiss his cheek. "All right then. I'm sorry it's not easy to talk to me about these things. It's not even easy for me to think them over to myself, really."