[Suikoden Tierkreis] Dramatic Flair
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runicloreDramatic Flair
By: Amber Michelle
Prompt: underwater
Character(s): Neira
Words: 488
For:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
canis_m (original request post here)
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When Neira first touched the Cerulean Flux she remembered Ninulneda, whose silvery pelt could be seen across a battlefield and gleamed in the light cast by the phantom king at the end of the world. The priestess, green-pelted and tall, knew of no such story. The great Ninulneda, battling a human king? Rubbish. She touched the beads, but only to take them away; there was no green glow, no moment of realization. Then: memorize the next bracelet before nightfall. That should keep you out of mischief.
Neira wanted to throw the coral beads at the priestess when she turned her back, but it was true she took the Cerulean Flux with the intent of hiding them. Who wouldn't? They glittered a pretty blue, like sapphires. The temple would have been in an uproar, and she would have slipped out to see the dancers on main street-- but everything she saw in the blue jewels was more real than reality. The screams still echoed in her ears like a shout in the coastal cave. When she came back to herself at the altar and heard the ringing of her teacher's chain belt and jewelry behind her, it was like emerging from the deep to hear a song which, under the waves, was merely a vibration in the water.
If she were going to lie, it would be spectacular, more than a strange new story nobody believed. The secret to making mischief, after all, was to be reasonable, and they accused her of being the worst troublemaker to enter the temple since Norna, the great sage.
Neira considered the vision a long time - until the older priestess died, and she took her place. The Porpos-kin believed Ninulneda watched over them on sea and land; her predecessor spoke with his voice, or claimed to, before Neira was born. She rubbed the beads one by one and looked into their watery hearts; no green light, no vision.
Was he dead? Were there other memories behind the polished facets of blue? Her people believed him a god, and gods couldn't die. How unhappy would they be if they believed her story?
Maybe she'd make up a little here and there to fill in the gaps. There was no harm in a little dramatic flair.
They were going to hold the ceremony and celebration for her formal ascension in the city square, where she would address her people and call upon Ninulneda's blessing. Neira did not know if he'd ever spoken on an occasion like that, but surely she would have heard of it - from the priestess, or from one of the temple attendants. The entire city would know, and the event would be remembered.
He would speak tonight, Neira decided. She knew his story, she'd heard his voice. Who would know the difference?
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By: Amber Michelle
Prompt: underwater
Character(s): Neira
Words: 488
For:
canis_m (original request post here)......................................................
When Neira first touched the Cerulean Flux she remembered Ninulneda, whose silvery pelt could be seen across a battlefield and gleamed in the light cast by the phantom king at the end of the world. The priestess, green-pelted and tall, knew of no such story. The great Ninulneda, battling a human king? Rubbish. She touched the beads, but only to take them away; there was no green glow, no moment of realization. Then: memorize the next bracelet before nightfall. That should keep you out of mischief.
Neira wanted to throw the coral beads at the priestess when she turned her back, but it was true she took the Cerulean Flux with the intent of hiding them. Who wouldn't? They glittered a pretty blue, like sapphires. The temple would have been in an uproar, and she would have slipped out to see the dancers on main street-- but everything she saw in the blue jewels was more real than reality. The screams still echoed in her ears like a shout in the coastal cave. When she came back to herself at the altar and heard the ringing of her teacher's chain belt and jewelry behind her, it was like emerging from the deep to hear a song which, under the waves, was merely a vibration in the water.
If she were going to lie, it would be spectacular, more than a strange new story nobody believed. The secret to making mischief, after all, was to be reasonable, and they accused her of being the worst troublemaker to enter the temple since Norna, the great sage.
Neira considered the vision a long time - until the older priestess died, and she took her place. The Porpos-kin believed Ninulneda watched over them on sea and land; her predecessor spoke with his voice, or claimed to, before Neira was born. She rubbed the beads one by one and looked into their watery hearts; no green light, no vision.
Was he dead? Were there other memories behind the polished facets of blue? Her people believed him a god, and gods couldn't die. How unhappy would they be if they believed her story?
Maybe she'd make up a little here and there to fill in the gaps. There was no harm in a little dramatic flair.
They were going to hold the ceremony and celebration for her formal ascension in the city square, where she would address her people and call upon Ninulneda's blessing. Neira did not know if he'd ever spoken on an occasion like that, but surely she would have heard of it - from the priestess, or from one of the temple attendants. The entire city would know, and the event would be remembered.
He would speak tonight, Neira decided. She knew his story, she'd heard his voice. Who would know the difference?
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