"It was like I saw your soul in the notes of music."
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"It was beautiful."
This story was created in light of @Ryria's Writing Contest! Instead of describing a singular event and memory, I decided to write about a string of events that's been happening in my character's life at current. I won't say much more regarding the things that have happened, but I hope you'll enjoy it!
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Moment I
Taendross's breath scorched her throat with every inhale she took as she listened to the conversation at hand. They sat within the ruins, soggy leaves covering the ground and loose gray stones covered in mold and dust rested near their feet. Her words had been quiet as she stood at the side of her fellow Isldar, Tiray Virjeon, quietly discussing within their racial tongue despite the distraught and remorse they held. At the sudden words that landed against jagged ears, the Frostling stopped. "Shainvrel, if they decide to fight these two and their men, who would you aid?" had been the words that poured out. It was her Commander. Her ankles twanged with her concerns, hearing as another voice spoke; "I doubt Tae would be willing to aid either. To do so would put her in an untenable position." She heard from Zzolesi, but she knew it had not been the will that held her between the midst of an ongoing political war between draconic lobbies. She stood within the middle because she didn't have the guts to pick aside. And so she felt dread surround her as the thought continued to pound within her head, who would she choose? Who would she aid? She grew dimmer.
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Moment II
The room was quiet, the utterly-small Frostling beginning to make way for a small couch as she unslung her too-light bag from her shoulders and collapsed against the warmth below. She thought she had finally solved the questions, that she could relax as the patter of rain gently trickled off the rooftops, gentle mist drowning out the sounds above as she looked to the companion sitting with her. "Taendross, you know… If you have to pick a side, I'll stand by whichever you choose." Was the first limit that set her off, breathing in the mist that had traveled below into her lungs. Time paused as she came to the realization that perhaps, she could never see both sides of the story. Eventually, she'd be forced to pick a side, no more beating the bush and hesitation, she would be forced to devotion, no matter which she chose. Her thoughts grew dimmer.
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Moment III
This time, the Shainvrel found herself standing outside of a place that could be viewed as wicked, people blocking the gated entrance with a monstrous creature standing inside, projecting unspeakable thoughts that even Taendross had been disgusted at. She stood at the back with another, both barely capable of hearing the words ahead. She mentioned her discontent as if she felt left as a spectator to the world. His reply caused her world to falter; "I'll tell you why you feel like that. You aren't an Altalar and nay an Acolyte of any of these lot. So you're only used when they want you, same for most of us."
Was it true? Was she merely there to entertain, when they needed a favor? It didn't feel as if they pretended well, she knew relationships would always be temporary… But was all of it true? Her morals began to sink within her thoughts as her features grew distasteful, resting off toward the railing. Her words became dimmer.
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Moment IV
The Frostling laid in bed, her thoughts drowned away with a sickening static that, no matter what she did, she could not be rid of it. Time felt as if it had come to a stop, the birds did not sing, the clock did not tick. She found herself alone this morning as her mind spiraled into an abyss of wonder. Who would she choose, could she be would she be on execution orders by the end of the week for her actions? She felt overwhelmed by the thought that she was unsure how long this would last, that this could be the beginning of everything… But that was when it finally hit her. After the anguish she felt for so long, perhaps she came to the final conclusion that she was done. Done with trying to tell which side she was on or against, done walking the middle because of her lack of bravery and courage. She was done with endless conversations that brought nothing but conflict and turmoil, she knew her opinion was her own, and that no matter what she did, things would happen without it. Zzolesi would reach her potential and heights, Avaineiral would reach past the barrier for more, Jared and Gwenyth would follow The Prince Marshal for secrets they desperately craved, Ki would find himself cornered with the same issues she had, Abelhard would crave knowledge and he would receive, Dothraen would find his place within the Holy City between the feud. It was her actions that changed the world around her. And in knowing that, she knew who she would be during this time.
She was ambivalent, a suffocator, morally grey for both sides to see.
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"It was beautiful."
This story was created in light of @Ryria's Writing Contest! Instead of describing a singular event and memory, I decided to write about a string of events that's been happening in my character's life at current. I won't say much more regarding the things that have happened, but I hope you'll enjoy it!
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Moment I
Taendross's breath scorched her throat with every inhale she took as she listened to the conversation at hand. They sat within the ruins, soggy leaves covering the ground and loose gray stones covered in mold and dust rested near their feet. Her words had been quiet as she stood at the side of her fellow Isldar, Tiray Virjeon, quietly discussing within their racial tongue despite the distraught and remorse they held. At the sudden words that landed against jagged ears, the Frostling stopped. "Shainvrel, if they decide to fight these two and their men, who would you aid?" had been the words that poured out. It was her Commander. Her ankles twanged with her concerns, hearing as another voice spoke; "I doubt Tae would be willing to aid either. To do so would put her in an untenable position." She heard from Zzolesi, but she knew it had not been the will that held her between the midst of an ongoing political war between draconic lobbies. She stood within the middle because she didn't have the guts to pick aside. And so she felt dread surround her as the thought continued to pound within her head, who would she choose? Who would she aid? She grew dimmer.
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Moment II
The room was quiet, the utterly-small Frostling beginning to make way for a small couch as she unslung her too-light bag from her shoulders and collapsed against the warmth below. She thought she had finally solved the questions, that she could relax as the patter of rain gently trickled off the rooftops, gentle mist drowning out the sounds above as she looked to the companion sitting with her. "Taendross, you know… If you have to pick a side, I'll stand by whichever you choose." Was the first limit that set her off, breathing in the mist that had traveled below into her lungs. Time paused as she came to the realization that perhaps, she could never see both sides of the story. Eventually, she'd be forced to pick a side, no more beating the bush and hesitation, she would be forced to devotion, no matter which she chose. Her thoughts grew dimmer.
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Moment III
This time, the Shainvrel found herself standing outside of a place that could be viewed as wicked, people blocking the gated entrance with a monstrous creature standing inside, projecting unspeakable thoughts that even Taendross had been disgusted at. She stood at the back with another, both barely capable of hearing the words ahead. She mentioned her discontent as if she felt left as a spectator to the world. His reply caused her world to falter; "I'll tell you why you feel like that. You aren't an Altalar and nay an Acolyte of any of these lot. So you're only used when they want you, same for most of us."
Was it true? Was she merely there to entertain, when they needed a favor? It didn't feel as if they pretended well, she knew relationships would always be temporary… But was all of it true? Her morals began to sink within her thoughts as her features grew distasteful, resting off toward the railing. Her words became dimmer.
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Moment IV
The Frostling laid in bed, her thoughts drowned away with a sickening static that, no matter what she did, she could not be rid of it. Time felt as if it had come to a stop, the birds did not sing, the clock did not tick. She found herself alone this morning as her mind spiraled into an abyss of wonder. Who would she choose, could she be would she be on execution orders by the end of the week for her actions? She felt overwhelmed by the thought that she was unsure how long this would last, that this could be the beginning of everything… But that was when it finally hit her. After the anguish she felt for so long, perhaps she came to the final conclusion that she was done. Done with trying to tell which side she was on or against, done walking the middle because of her lack of bravery and courage. She was done with endless conversations that brought nothing but conflict and turmoil, she knew her opinion was her own, and that no matter what she did, things would happen without it. Zzolesi would reach her potential and heights, Avaineiral would reach past the barrier for more, Jared and Gwenyth would follow The Prince Marshal for secrets they desperately craved, Ki would find himself cornered with the same issues she had, Abelhard would crave knowledge and he would receive, Dothraen would find his place within the Holy City between the feud. It was her actions that changed the world around her. And in knowing that, she knew who she would be during this time.
She was ambivalent, a suffocator, morally grey for both sides to see.
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