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Author Topic: The best part of waking up  (Read 89 times)

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Offline Lyoshka no Ariake

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The best part of waking up
« on: Oct 24, 17, 04:43:04 PM »
Early Fall 192
Because this thread is prior to Lyoshka's kidnapping, his birth name "Yua" is used.

The sun set later in Shalador, or so it seemed to Yua. He had spent a long summer in the jungle, a guest of the gutted Territory Court, apprentice to his Queen Yuki Natsuhana. The weather was humid, and leaving any space that he didn't maintain through cooling Craft was like stepping immediately into hot water over his head. They allowed combat study... as long as it fit their few prescribed styles. Women, he'd been told, didn't learn to fight in close combat, except with daggers. It didn't stop him, because someone had to practice with Yuki in the mornings, but it heightened the feeling of strangeness in this already-foreign Territory.

For all its strangeness, Shalador still had its high points. There were interesting plants to study, new Healing techniques to be learned. He was with Yuki, which was a boon whose gifts and benefits could never be under-stated. His mother, his fiance, they were all an ocean away, where they couldn't reach him without giving him more than ample warning. That, and he could wear pants. It wasn't looked down upon here if one wore pants as an everyday, not as it was at home with his family. That was... that was nice.

Also, coffee. Yua had no idea how he had lived before being introduced to Shaladorian coffee. For all the Territory was foreign and not particularly his cup of tea, it wasn't Tacea, and for that alone he was willing to give it a second... and third... and fourth chance.

After enjoying a cup of coffee and a breakfast of an absolutely silly amount of fruit--the Red metabolism had its own demands--he'd gone to one of the side courtyards. Yuki was consulting with one Elder or another, reviewing the scrolls which she had found in the depths of the altar at the Black Immortal. Haneul, with his Gray Jewel and his easy smiles, was escorting her. That gave Yua a free morning in which to do whatever came to mind, whatever he thought would be interesting. Sometimes this was going for a walk, or finding a Healer to pester into teaching him about flowers. Today, it was training: a practice with his glaive.

There was someone else there, a Blood Opal Birthright Queen. Yua bowed to her, but didn't interrupt her practice with unnecessary conversation. He laid his practice glaive out on the ground next to him and started into his own stretches, letting the familiar movements calm and center him.

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Re: The best part of waking up
« Reply #1 on: Nov 10, 17, 11:22:11 AM »
Today was really just not Izzy’s day.

Banned from practically any sort of melee combat skills because she was a girl, Itzelian had decided that today she was going to shrug that off and try her hand at the practice bladed sticks. She knew better, at least, than to try the real things so soon. But all of her proficiency with a bow DEFINITELY did not translate to skill with a staff and it showed. Izzy was frustrated, blowing out air loudly as she tried to mimic moves she had seen Akan doing when she was supposed to be studying and not watching other things.

While she knew that Akan was a trained warrior of centuries, he made it look so EASY that Izzy was certain she could at least mirror part of it by now. With an exasperated growl, she slammed the stick hard against the training dummy and threw it down.

Someone else had joined the sparring area while she had been struggling with the stick -- one of the foreign Taceans that were journeying through the area recently. Pouting like a child (she was NOT a child!), Izzy folded her arms over her chest and sat down on a bench, glaring balefully at the stupid stick that thwarted her. Eventually, she started watching the Tacean do some sort of stretching routine, slow and graceful movements that were held for a few heartbeats before flowing into the next form.

Why couldn’t she be that graceful?

She let out another, less forceful breath of air. It seemed like everything lately was just one big struggle in life. How did adults do it so easily? Was there a trick she was missing? There must be. Or maybe she was overthinking it again, trying to figure it all out rather than just rolling with the punches. As it usually did, her resentment over not being...whatever she was dreaming to be...turned towards her mother, who was the greatest source of her frustration and oppression. Her mother, Rian, who had banned her from talking with people like Akan and Erisian, for reasons she would not say. Her mother, Rian, who said that a Queen did not need to know things like bladed sticks but should know three different languages and a dozen ancient histories. Her mother, Rian, who said that she had a duty and she should ALWAYS be doing that duty, even when she didn’t want to, because that was what Queens did.

Being adult, so far, really just sucked.

Izzy’s gaze fell on the weapon near the Tacean. Some sort of...what was the word? Glaive? Maybe that was right. Akan would have known exactly what type of weapon it was and probably six ways to use it. As the Tacean limbered up, Itzel studied the curve of the blade and tried to figure out how to wield it. Rather unsuccessfully.

Now feeling disappointed in herself, she ventured conversation with, “You aren’t from around here. Do you know how to fight with that?” She nodded her chin gently towards the glaive on the ground. And if her words unwelcomingomingly, her tone and expression was not. Izzy maintained an innocent look to her that broadcasted to everyone that she wasn’t a mean person at all.

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Re: The best part of waking up
« Reply #2 on: Nov 10, 17, 01:45:29 PM »
Yua wasn't one to judge, usually. If people were doing what made them happy, he was glad to let it go until they got up in his business and interfered with him doing what made him happy, or him doing his duty. Hell's fire, though, the Queen had no idea what she was doing with that staff, and he found himself watching it like one watched an avalanche: it was simply too horrifying to look away. He counted at least three separate occasions where she would have amputated a couple toes had the thing had an actual blade. But she wasn't bothering him, and he didn't want to bother her. So he stretched, watching the blue sky overhead through the trees instead. Each pull of sleep-tightened muscles felt good enough that he wanted to moan, but--that would be awkward--he didn't.

You aren't from around here. Do you know how to fight with that?

Yua startled from his stretch-induced reverie and sat up, looking at the Queen. Then he looked at his glaive, and picked it up. "Yeah," he said. No, too casual. "Yes. I've trained with it all my life. It's the weapon of the Ariake clan; it'd bring dishonor to my family if I couldn't acquit myself well with it." He balanced the pole arm near the place where the dulled blade met the long pole; it was a fine thing, his practice glaive, and its weight was perfectly distributed. "But if you'll pardon the presumption, I don't think that you're trained in the staff that you were using. Were you?"

Well, if one person was rude, so too could the other be. And he'd tried to temper it, really. In an attempt to further lessen the sting of any implied insult, he said, "I could show you how to use this. Have you learned to fight with a staff or a pole arm before, Lady?"

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Re: The best part of waking up
« Reply #3 on: Dec 04, 17, 01:27:19 PM »
He stopped stretching, then looked at her, then back at the glaive, and again at her after he picked it up so easily. "Yeah," he answered. "Yes. I've trained with it all my life. It's the weapon of the Ariake clan; it'd bring dishonor to my family if I couldn't acquit myself well with it." Izzy watched him balance that weapon like it was an extensive of his arm rather than separate from it. She felt a pang of envy. He made it look so easy! "But if you'll pardon the presumption, I don't think that you're trained in the staff that you were using. Were you?" he asked.

Izzy didn’t take any offense to his statement. She huffed in exasperation, frustrated with herself. “It’s that obvious, isn’t it?” she muttered darkly. It was a long stick! How hard could it really be?!

"I could show you how to use this. Have you learned to fight with a staff or a pole arm before, Lady?" he offered. Izzy’s expression immediately brightened.

She gave him a hopeful smile but it wilted a moment when she went to answer his question. “No,” she admitted. “I’ve…” She heaved a great sigh, something totally unbecoming of a Queen training to rule, a sigh reminiscent of a child forbidden to play. She eyed something unseen balefully. Her mother, really, if anyone could read her thoughts. “I’m not allowed to practice with anything besides my bow and even that I’m...well, my other lessons get in the way of me practicing with that now.” Secretly, she thought that her mother was trying to edge her out of anything that Izzy enjoyed doing. That had to be the reason why Rian always came up with another lesson, another excuse as to why Izzy couldn’t do...well, insert whatever at the end of that sentence.

What was so wrong with having fun?

Apparently Itzelian’s mother never had fun, or, at least, she didn’t let anyone know she was having fun. So, by extension, since Itzelian was basically her daughter-puppet, Izzy wasn’t allowed to have fun either.

Itzelian took a breath and tried to look less childish. “So if you could give me pointers, I’d really appreciate it,” she said. She extended her hand. “I’m Itzelian Maboya,” she introduced herself. “I’m sorry if I’m...blunt. I just…” Okay, what to do here? Offer an excuse or tell the truth? Both, Izzy decided. “I’m usually locked away in my lessons and I don’t...get to talk to others much.” The first half was definitely true but the second half was worded such because Izzy was usually forbidden to talk to others who weren’t approved of by her mother.

Izzy let out another baleful sigh. Everything always came back to her mother.

 

 

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