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Sofia
“She’s not with them…”
“So … she?” The boy shrugged.
The fox growled low and the girl held him tighter. “Oh no … not doing anything … friend or foe.”
“Well, we don’t … do we?”
“Hiya!” The girl with the fox stepped out from behind the two men; they were clearly shocked.
“Lyn!” The other girl cried out, reaching for her companion’s hand. The fox girl continued undeterred, despite her group’s displeasure.
“Name’s Jocelyn! You are?”
“I’m … Sofia.” She raised her bloody right hand to her left in a fist then offered it, open palm, to the girl, her native greeting gesture. Her left hand stayed on her knife, but she smiled welcomingly.
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Nyx
Blood.
Smelled metallic and…earthy. Wet and cold and…
Nyx’s nose twitched in disgust. The lady was bleeding. Sofia. He hissed lightly, staring at her palm.
Question was, why was she bleeding?
Lyn must’ve noticed too, because she’d gone unusually silent, and her face unnaturally pale at the sight.
Lyn didn’t like blood.
Not since….
Nyx’s fur ruffled at the memory.
The man. Lying on the floor. A wound in his chest. Blood. So. Much. Blood.
And the smell….
But none of that had scarred him like Jocelyn’s ear-shattering cry.
It was something he’d never heard from her before. From anyone before. A mournful, deep cry. A haunting scream that had come from somewhere deep inside of Jocelyn.
A place he didn’t want to see.
Nyx whined at the memory.
”You’re bleeding!” Ara gasped, speaking softly. Her eyes were kind now, but she still kept her distance. Zlatan was making sure of that, eyeing the girl suspiciously.
Maybe he wasn’t so bad.
November went pale at the sight of the blood, and he looked a bit queasy. He frowned, looking away.
Lyn shook her head. “Well, we’ll have to fix that! It’s nice to meet you, Sofia!” She smiled. “These are my friends.”
She pointed as they introduced themselves.
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“You’re bleeding!” the second girl gasped, speaking softly. The shorter of the two men held her back. The boy paled and looked away. The fox girl shook her head.
“Well, we’ll have to fix that! It’s nice to meet you, Sofia!” Fox girl smiled. “These are my friends.”
Sofia glanced down at her hand, quickly withdrawing it and hiding it in the folds of her cloak. “I’m sorry. I forgot. It is my fault.” She sucked in a nervous breath between her teeth, wincing at the sting of the rough cloth rubbing her raw skin. “It was my fault.”
The blood dug up unpleasant memories. Of Aer. Of the children. The brutal carnage. My love.
She glanced at her other hand and hid it behind her back, out of sight. Out of mind.
She looked up and her eyes met those of the man at equal height with her. “Children shouldn’t have to see… I’m sorry.” What could she say? She’d never been great at talking anyway.
She smiled at the fox girl. She hoped it was the gentle smile she intended. Her heart went out to the child. Softie; you love every child you see.
She smiled more at the thought, a breathy chuckle bursting through her lips. “Ohey.” She spoke softly, bending down to a more equal height and consciously steadying herself, then hiding her hands again.
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Btw just so everyone know my charries ages-
Ara Lyn and November are 14
Nyx is 9
Corvina is 16
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#ProtectSebGreat idea! Yes, he is a high commander in the, ahem, “Eirtanian” army. *Eye roll*
It’s mostly Dorwainian. Of course. No Eirtanian loyal to the Brother-Nations would be at all willing to be in his army.
Which is actually even better, taking Viktor into the situation.
Viktor doesn’t like Dorwainian soldiers, and for good reason. He’s a Yartassite. And that’s reason enough. (Forget that most Yartassites have blond or brown hair… 😉 It is called the Brother-Nations….)
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@elishavet-pidyon if you don’t mind my asking? What’s a Yartassite? I’m curious? And what is Viktor’s hair color? I thought it was brown?
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#ProtectSebOh! Sorry, you haven’t been there. 😉
I’ll try to explain.
There are three nations. No, make that four…
Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
*Opens ancient scroll*
No, not that far back.
*Picks up a different one instead*
Wait, you just wanted to know what a Yartassite was, not the whole history of the Brother-Nations. Pardon.
A Yartassite is a person native to/ belonging to the island of Yartass, the second of the Brother-Nations. This island is in The Sea of Many Currents, but a five day journey through the sea to the North-East will bring you to the shores of Eirtan, the first in the Brother-Nations.
Unless you went too far north, and then after an even longer passage over water, you’d end up in Dorwain, the ancient enemy of both countries.
Most Yartassites are varying ranges of gold to red to brown, while most Eirtanians are in a range of brown to reddish brown to black.
However, despite their differences, they must be in some far off way connected, because they both speak the same language albeit slightly different dialects/spellings: Eishlagair(Eirtanian)/Ayshlagair(Yartassite). Do maybe there is some truth in the legend that the Eirtanians did not come from the sea to a strange and desolate land, but rather from long wanderings on the sea to their long lost home.
And that was
probablymost definitely more than was needed.ny other questions? 😁
*fiddles with another fifteen scrolls*
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Yes. One more question.
ahem. *clears throat*
HOW DID YOU BECOME SO GOOD AT WORLDBUILDING?! *falls to knees* TEACH ME YOUR WAYS!!!! *sobs in dirt*
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#ProtectSebIt sounds a lot more in-depth than it probably is. 😏 I have lot more to go.
My ways?
A lot of mindless wonderings. And wanderings.
And spending a bit too much time in random history. I like gathering bits and pieces of real cultures and smashing them together. (And stealing ideas from other books.)
And talking it out to siblings. A lot.
Seriously though, after a while of spontaneously putting ideas together, you realize that they kinda might work. After spending a while in your world, you start to see what things should look like.
*Helps you up and brushes off dirt. Offers you some tea and a scone.*
Would you like jelly on your scone?
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
*sniffs and wipes off face, but only smears dirt XD* nah. *pulls out chocolate chip cookies instead.* I’m good. 😂
Yea I mean I’ve got tons of ideas but your world sounds so…..
Professional.
XD
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#ProtectSebLike my world is soooo huge……and soooo many places….and so many things and I’m just like bruuuuuuuuuh
But yea lol
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#ProtectSebOh, and you happened to ask about almost the first thing I came up with when I had the idea for this story. XD
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Okay, let’s see how this goes…
Oh, and which one of the brothers is Sofia’s hight? Zlatan=nearly 5’8″, Vulkasin=over 6’7″
Vulkasin and Zlatan
Lyn was the bravest person he’d seen in a long time. Well, besides his brother, but Zlatan was a different kind of brave, a person who followed through no matter the cost.
But this, this was Vulkasin’s favorite kind, the type that just jumped in with both feet and then fought a way through.
Sure some may call it foolish, but that’s not how he thought of it.
“Name’s Jocelyn! You are?” Lyn thrust out her hand.
“I’m … Sofia.” She made some sort of gesture, rasing her right fist to her left, then opening it to show an empty hand. She smiled, but kept one hand on her knife hilt. Her left.
Her hands were streaked with blood.
Lyn froze and Nyx wined softly.
Ara gasped, her voice soft. “You’re bleeding!”
Vulkasin noticed that Zlatan had stepped forward and slightly infront of the other two. Vulkasin joined him, more in an effort to see who it was standing at the end of the hall.
Lyn’s voice was light, almost to light. “Well, we’ll have to fix that! It’s nice to meet you, Sofia! These are my friends.”
The young woman rolled her hand in her cloak. “I’m sorry. I forgot. It is my fault.” She winced. “It was my fault.”
This, Sofia, hid her other hand behind her back and looked straight at (the brother). “Children shouldn’t have to see… I’m sorry.”
Vulkasin saw his brother’s eyes flicker with something like pain, but his face didn’t change expression. Or rather it didn’t gain any.
Sofia looked back at Lyn and, smiling, whispered something Vulkasin couldn’t quite catch.
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Fork the GorkBy the way, Viktor’s hair color is dark brown, soon to be black.
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@elishavet-pidyon OOH soon to be black?! Sounds mysterious…. XD!!! Love it!!!!!! #totallygeekingoutrn XP
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