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Greatest Fear

Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7

Fears are meant to be overcome, but often are hard to do so. What are the fears that plague your character at night? How long have they dealt with these fears, and where did they originate from? How do they deal with their fears, and how does it impact their life and relationships? And will they ever work to overcome it?

[ Spend this World Event working through the fears of your character, either on their own or with some moral support of a friend ]

"No, you gotta stand up, not fall down," Enya cried, rushing forward for the upteenth time that day just to fix her 'opponent'. A figure made of reeds, mud, and rope slouched forward, it's gooey body blending in with the porous earth. For the most part she'd tried to make it look realistic. The poor thing had, at one point, even held a smile. Now, however, that smile was drooping so much it looked positively horrified.

When Enya finally had it propped back up with yet another stick she stepped back to prepare. Her arms were solid black up to the bicep with mud, as was most of her body in splotches, but it didn't deter her. She lifted her 'swords' and struck a pose. The swords, of course, were two sticks of varying lengths.

Enya had just struck at her 'opponent' when she heard her cousin calling out to her. Naturally, Nayyara's voice caused her footing to falter and that was why her strike was so off balance. It certainly wasn't because she was slapping at a mass of mud all willy nilly, no no. As it stood her 'blade' became lodged in the 'torso' of her opponent and with an aggravated grunt Enya tried pulling it out to no avail.

"S'not a bush," She grunted. With a firm tug she freed her blade and gasped when her opponents head sloshed right off! "I'm having...a big...battle..." The little elidae had dropped her sticks and was bent at the waist, doing her best to pick up the mound of mud to put it back on top.

'Uh huh", Enya said with a breathless grunt. The determined little elidae shoved the 'head' back onto her opponents form and stood back with a great, heaving sigh. Battles were a lot more work than she'd originally thought!

"It's not a real fight so you don't have to be scared. I would have protected you, anyway. I'm getting pretty good with my swo- OH NO." Once again her opponents head fell off, but instead of picking it up Enya swung her leg out and kicked it. Her foot promptly got stuck in the muck causing the child to fall over with a loud squeal.

“Oh.” Enya gladly took up the offered hand and pulled herself up with a little ‘hup’. “If you’re not scared of fighting then what are you afraid of? Bugs? Thunder storms?” Now that she was on the topic the little ones brain ran through all the possibilities. Her cousin was older than her which meant she shouldn’t be scared of anything, right?

Enya snorted and rolled her eyes before reaching out to pinch Nayyara’s arm. “That’s silly! You’re never alone and you’ll never BE alone. We aren’t going anywhere!” With her face shifting into a bright smile Enya wrapped her arms around her older cousin and squeezed. “I’ll always be here, even if you do something dumb or say something mean. So we can be brave together.”

The thought of losing her family, though….Why was she that worried about something that would never happen? Their family was all there, except for Aunt Pruu, and she wasn’t even really Nayyara’s aunt.

Enya tilted her head up with a furrowed brow. “Why would that be any different than when I go off with Mama Pyrrha? We see trees all the time. You’ll be gone for a bit but then you’ll be back and we can play.” Why…wouldn’t she be able to recognize her? Nayyara wasn’t going to suddenly become pink or something, was she?

“You can just write to me and let me know when something happens that way if you DO look different I’ll know. Just… try not to be gone TOO long, okay? Or I might be taller than you.”