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 Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 5:32 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 5:39 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 2:21 pm
[▼ Q ▼] What Is Home, Anyway? [▼ Q ▼]
[- 1,139 words -]
[- Oba -]
[ Itotia, having finally raised enough coin to make the trip back to Yael and purchase her own home, finds herself hesitating. It's time for her to make a decision: Will she stay in Oba which has become a new sort of home, or will she return to her friends and family back in Yael? ] Her hands were shaking as she looked down at the table before her. Could this be true? Could her count be correct? After multiple attempts, her numbers were hardly off until this final one, which matched what she hoped. She had enough for her trip, and to find lodging and eventually a home. She had enough to go home.
Aseara, the leader of the Red, knew of her intentions. She knew that Itotia wanted to eventually go home, to see her family and make due with her gods. For all the woman had on her plate, she still tried to help Itotia get what she needed, even if the Yaeli would leave a major hole in the Management. It was strange, now that Itotia thought about it, that Aseara let her have such power when eventually she would be gone.
It must have been the trust Aseara seemed to have in Itotia after everything they went through.
Aseara understood that Itotia wanted to leave, but was willing to give her a better opportunity to get the coin she needed. Itotia knew Aseara also was a bit selfish, and hoped the freedom and power might entice Itotia to stay instead of leave. And it did, sort of.
Here she was, looking down at the stack of coins that were tucked away in her room, and she was at a loss. These savings represented so much to the Yaeli who was away from home: they represented peace, security, faith, hardship, strength, and a future. They represented the peace of mind that she finally had a way to escape, and the security that came with that escape. They represented her faith in the gods for helping her get this far, to obtain such a goal, and to work through the hardship of the past few years. They represented her strength and determination to never give up and to fight for her future.
But...they also represented a choice.
She had a choice. She could leave, take the money and never look back. Or...she could stay. Aseara seemed confident in her abilities, and enjoyed providing her with a voice to speak up and dictate the happenings of the Red. The girls and boys who worked at the Red respected her, and seemed to welcome her. This place was filled with outcasts, hybrids of unique heritage, and they didn't look down at her for her (now dull) eyes or ears. They enjoyed them, teased her about them, and even complemented her for such features. They welcomed her to their little rag-tag family of outcasts with open arms, and created a new sense of security.
Was this a sign from Lurin, a sign that maybe the mainlands were something of an opportunity and not a punishment? Dafiel made her presence known with the punishment of being taken, but maybe the two were working together to provide a message. Since the mainlanders had arrived, the bug ladies making their home on Yael, all the Yaeli could talk about was punishment for their transgressions. The gods were angry, and thus sent the monsters to their land. But maybe it was something else.
Itotia took a deep breath as her thoughts wandered toward this direction. Was this a sign from the gods that maybe they were wrong? Maybe they needed to meet these mainlanders, to join forces and fight? Sure, some mainlanders like Afsana were a mess, but others like the hybrids seemed to share similar strife that they did. They were outcasts, mixed blood, and only looking for a place called home in a world of monsters.
Itotia could tell that even her brother and sister Yaeli were curious of these lands, as some began to travel across the sea and through the mainland.
Now, don't get her wrong, Itotia isn't some bleeding heart. She knew inside that she'd never feel fully safe among these mainlanders, at least not with strangers. But...
...there was Kresimir, the dedicated shifter who constantly pushed to for conversation and companionship. He never let her really pull away, but also was considerate of her space. He seemed to be the first genuine, non-threatening mainlander she interacted with, and always when thinking of her support he was one of the first to come to mind. She wondered now what he was up to, and if she would see him again.
And she wanted to see him again.
Aseara was the next one on her list, the enemy turned ally turned friend. Aseara was harsh, cold and just as closed off as Itotia was, and they often clashed during the beginning of her stay. It took a long interaction to fall into clarity, for Aseara to finally see what her leader was doing, and to realize what needed to be done. After that moment, they fought for a common goal, and came out as something more than co-workers. Now, with the woman's children taking up her time, Aseara seemed to put her faith into Itotia to help run the Red, giving her roles that went beyond a simple assistant job set.
Others also crossed her mind, like the dancers, musicians, and Aseara's family. The list was longer than she remembered, now that she went through it mentally, and was much longer than the Yaeli she knew back home. Back on the island, she wandered, always dancing away from any companions (male or otherwise). Back then, she saw it as freedom, but now she saw it as lonely. Returning now, after so long and with faded eyes, she had a feeling no one would greet her warmly like they did when she entered the red.
Most would see her as cursed, and force her to live as an outcast.
Swallowing, Itotia brushed her coin back into the bag, and then set the bag into a small chest. Sealing it with a little key, she pushed back from her chair and moved to stand.
It wasn't time to leave, not yet.
The gods, they blessed her still, and seemed to have taught her a valuable lesson of right and wrong.
No, for now she would stay on this mainland, and start finding a better purpose to serve her gods. Already, options were spinning through her head as a weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She felt care free, for she knew she could go home, but had the choice to stay. For now, she'd stay and see what good would come from being free on the mainland, and aware of the people. She was dangerous, because she knew the mainlanders were not monsters. They were weak, mortal, like the Yaeli, which meant she could face them head on and without fear.
Some day, she'd return home. But for now, she had a job to do, and a future to plan. And her options were endless.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 12:21 pm
Itotia has grown to a Dancer! Congrats Itotia!
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 6:33 pm
[▼ S ▼] Here to Stay [▼ S ▼]
[- words -]
[- Oba -]
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2017 3:15 pm
[▼ RP ▼] Decisions, Decisions [▼ RP ▼] [- Roleplay Located Here -]
[- 10 posts -]
[ Itotia x Kresimir ]
[- Oba -]
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2017 3:16 pm
[▼ RP ▼] Decisions, Decisions [▼ RP ▼] [- Roleplay Located Here -]
[- 10 posts -]
[ Itotia x Kresimir ]
[- Oba -]
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