s e l k i e

   zell mutters a small thank you as he wrapped his sister tightly in the blanket,    the markings on it familiar to him. did this man make it ? it certainly was    warm, and a nice, cozy feeling of home clung to the memories in it. hopefully    it would keep out the nasty coughs and sneezes. sickness was the one thing    zell couldn’t stand. they also couldn’t afford any potions to heal her afflictions.

   lucy huddles into the tent, collapsing once she’s inside, her shivering    subsiding after a few moments. the male selkie lets out a sigh of relief, his    teeth chattering in the cold. ‘ th- thank you again --- uh... ‘ his bright silver    eyes trained on his sister. ‘ we... we were resting. we just came from the    mushroom forest. wh-what about you ? ‘

@titlestealer continued from x

   the chill had soaked their clothes and bones, letting them shiver under the    cover of the bare trees. the pickings had been slim, and life in general had    been hard on the pair more recently. people were more protected out on    the road, and lucy couldn’t take what they didn’t offer.

   zell was the one to pull them both through the sheets of pelting rain to the    stranger across the road, hoping that he was kinder than the lilties they had    seen on their journey. he was... a selkie like them! zell’s heart gave a sigh    of relief. his sister would be alright, surely, when they were in a fellow selkie’s    care. maybe they had food---

   ‘ th-thank you, ‘ zell shivered, his grip still around his little sister. ‘ do-do you    have any blankets ? my sister --- she can’t get sick --- ‘

@mortepiacere gets a thing from zell!

   the morning came too soon. he’d been stuffed inside of a potato sack since    the night before, stowed away on some ship in the middle of the sea, zell    held onto his knees until his arms ached and his breath shuddered. this was    his final test. he had to kill this one. the crows did not allow failure. although,    zell was being accompanied by a master for this mission, he felt the need to    get the kill himself. he had to. for his sister. 

   he emerged from the sack with care, the noise around the storage room    quieted with the gentle sway of the wooden deck. he ached--- maker he    ached. shifting his weight to another foot, he peeled back the canvas sack,    creeping out to the back of the room where his other accomplice was.

@yunafied continued from x

   oh gods. what had she done ? 

   ava had been trying to build up the courage to ask--- to say something to    this beautiful woman who wanted to help her out this whole time. yuna was    her friend. they’d followed each other through dungeons and forests, jungles    and deserts, and yet ava had kept her own feelings to herself. she had to. 

   but now she’d gone and ruined it. 

   yuna’s lips were soft, something akin to the surface of the ocean, or the    reflection of the crystals she’d touched as a child. something warm and    comforting. oh n o. ava jerked away once she realize what she’d done, her    face as red as her cloak. ‘ y-yuna, i’m sorry--- ‘ she wasn’t really. 

W E I R D O

   ‘ nah. it’s uh... it’s pretty n’ all but... ‘ evan frowns, pushing away from the    crystal as if it was uncool for him to be around. he had never seen such a    large stone like this outside of his village. he looked up at the taller man,    giving him a slight pout. ‘ where did you get it ? did you steal it ? ‘

@ruinborn gets a starter for Evan!

   ‘ w-what? where am i ? ‘ the clavat awakens on a beach, sore, dehydrated,    and grumpy. how did he end up here--- sand ? he couldn’t remember the    last time he’d felt sand between his toes. was he near the lynari desert ?    no... the last time his caravan had passed through here they had left on    a boat. yes... across the jegon river. 

   but where was he now? ‘ ugh... why does my head hurt--- ‘ he’s too busy    trying to move under the sun when he sees someone approach. ‘ hey !    you ! where am i ? what is this place ? and--- ‘ a startling revelation hits    his chest like a bolt of thundara, his hands scrabbling up to touch his chest,    his legs. where was his crystal ? how was he alive ? 

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