In Gallovia, when the summer dies, there is held a feast. A feast of food, and family, and friendship, where boys become men and girls become women, where the first leaves that fall are made into a crown. In Gallovia, when the summer dies, the little towns of Ambreich and Willaeden hold a feast, where the first leaves that fall are made into a crown, and boys become men, whether they want to or not.
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"Why are you whisperin'?"
"Shut up. Look. It's startin'."
"I canny see."
"Heh. Shortie. Ow."
"Don't call me short."
"Ye are. And shut up, it's startin'."
"Wha-"
"Shhh."
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This love, it is a distant star… guiding us home, wherever we are.
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"What's your name, anyways?"
"Ceciladen. Cecil. What's yours?"
"Joridh."
"Heh."
"What?"
"Nothin'. Funny name."
"Oh, feck you-"
"Catch me, and maybe you'll get to!"
"Oh, you fecker--!"
~~~
This love, it is a burning sun… shining a light on the things that we've done.
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"Good job out there, shortie."
"Don't call me that, ye daft little bird."
"No, I will, because you're short. And shut up, m'complimentin' ye."
"I guess we're in the same Dearth now, ain't we?"
"Aye. Can't get rid of me now."
"Nope."
"Nope."
"Wanna go chase the Geep?"
"Yes."
~~~
I try to speak to you, every day, but each word we spoke, the wind blew away…
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"M'gettin' taller than ye."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am. Look."
"Hmph. Shortie."
"Hey."
~~~
Could these walls come crumbling down?
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"An' see those ones? Those are called 'cirrus' clouds."
"They're pretty."
"Yeah."
"..."
"Why're ye starin' at me like that?"
"Nothin'."
"Sure."
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I want to feel my feet on the ground.
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"Uncle says that you're gonna get married."
"Nah. He's wrong."
"But what Uncle says goes."
"He's wrong."
"Shh. I didn't mean to upset ye."
"I won't let him do it."
"I know. I know."
"Feck."
"Shh. C'mere. It'll be alright."
~~~
And deep behind this prison we share…
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"You're leavin'."
"I have ta."
"Tomorrow, Cece?"
"I have ta."
"You'll… feck, Cece, you'll write, won't ye?"
"I will. I promise, Jori. Ah, feck, don't cry. I'll start--feck."
"M'gonna miss ye."
"Me too."
"Just… just promise me somethin', okay?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't hold on ta me."
"What… what d'ye mean?"
"You know what I mean, Cece. You know what I mean."
"..."
"Promise."
"I won't hang on. Not tomorrow. But right now, I need ta."
~~~
We step into the open air…
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"Shortie."
"Shut up."
~~~
Into the open air.
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In Gallovia, when the summer dies, the little towns of Ambreich and Willaeden hold a feast, celebrating a man's birthday with music and laughter and light. In Gallovia, when the summer dies, a crown is made from the first fallen leaves. In Gallovia, when the summer dies, boys become friends, become lovers, become men, together. Whether they want to or not.
I hope you enjoyed this dialogue piece I wrote for my creative writing class! Some insight into my character Cecil's past. The song this story was based around is "Into the Open Air" from the movie Brave. Listen to it while reading this for extra feels. Give me feedback if you'd like! Criticisms, praise, whatever you want, it'll help me grow as a writer.
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"Why are you whisperin'?"
"Shut up. Look. It's startin'."
"I canny see."
"Heh. Shortie. Ow."
"Don't call me short."
"Ye are. And shut up, it's startin'."
"Wha-"
"Shhh."
~~~
This love, it is a distant star… guiding us home, wherever we are.
~~~
"What's your name, anyways?"
"Ceciladen. Cecil. What's yours?"
"Joridh."
"Heh."
"What?"
"Nothin'. Funny name."
"Oh, feck you-"
"Catch me, and maybe you'll get to!"
"Oh, you fecker--!"
~~~
This love, it is a burning sun… shining a light on the things that we've done.
~~~
"Good job out there, shortie."
"Don't call me that, ye daft little bird."
"No, I will, because you're short. And shut up, m'complimentin' ye."
"I guess we're in the same Dearth now, ain't we?"
"Aye. Can't get rid of me now."
"Nope."
"Nope."
"Wanna go chase the Geep?"
"Yes."
~~~
I try to speak to you, every day, but each word we spoke, the wind blew away…
~~~
"M'gettin' taller than ye."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am. Look."
"Hmph. Shortie."
"Hey."
~~~
Could these walls come crumbling down?
~~~
"An' see those ones? Those are called 'cirrus' clouds."
"They're pretty."
"Yeah."
"..."
"Why're ye starin' at me like that?"
"Nothin'."
"Sure."
~~~
I want to feel my feet on the ground.
~~~
"Uncle says that you're gonna get married."
"Nah. He's wrong."
"But what Uncle says goes."
"He's wrong."
"Shh. I didn't mean to upset ye."
"I won't let him do it."
"I know. I know."
"Feck."
"Shh. C'mere. It'll be alright."
~~~
And deep behind this prison we share…
~~~
"You're leavin'."
"I have ta."
"Tomorrow, Cece?"
"I have ta."
"You'll… feck, Cece, you'll write, won't ye?"
"I will. I promise, Jori. Ah, feck, don't cry. I'll start--feck."
"M'gonna miss ye."
"Me too."
"Just… just promise me somethin', okay?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't hold on ta me."
"What… what d'ye mean?"
"You know what I mean, Cece. You know what I mean."
"..."
"Promise."
"I won't hang on. Not tomorrow. But right now, I need ta."
~~~
We step into the open air…
~~~
"Shortie."
"Shut up."
~~~
Into the open air.
~~~
In Gallovia, when the summer dies, the little towns of Ambreich and Willaeden hold a feast, celebrating a man's birthday with music and laughter and light. In Gallovia, when the summer dies, a crown is made from the first fallen leaves. In Gallovia, when the summer dies, boys become friends, become lovers, become men, together. Whether they want to or not.
I hope you enjoyed this dialogue piece I wrote for my creative writing class! Some insight into my character Cecil's past. The song this story was based around is "Into the Open Air" from the movie Brave. Listen to it while reading this for extra feels. Give me feedback if you'd like! Criticisms, praise, whatever you want, it'll help me grow as a writer.
