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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 1:15 pm
A new day, a new task. Or so the boy had thought as he slowly made his way to the shrine. Instead, only two statues waited, one entirely empty. How strange.
Still, there was further distraction to be found ahead as he moved toward the goddess, fumbling with what he couldn't imagine. As he drew closer her attention fell to him long enough for a bag to be offered. Which he took, trained now to at least understand what the goddess offered was to be taken with thanks. "A gift?" He briefly questioned it before opening the bag. Yet it was empty. He could only offer a look of confusion as the woman paused a moment, seeming a bit upset at it all. Then she spoke of how he could help, assist with mending this error.
...by taking the heart of something. This, wasn't exactly one of the things he had thought to do, but had he not...taken the life of some things in this plain as it was? They too hadn't... quite made it? Wasn't it no different? "Of course." His words were slow, quiet as he accepted the scissors before turning toward the dark opening she gestured to. Disobeying the request of a goddess seemed more dangerous than merely ending the life of another mistake.
Another half being.
There was nothing to be ashamed of in his task. It was an order from the goddess. He could only comply. Even so, why his steps felt so heavy as he walked was a mystery to him. He soon found himself before not one, but three doors. Odd as it seemed, the first felt familiar, almost soothing. It eased away some of the dull ache that he felt at what he was to do, so with slow, heavy steps he moved forward toward the gate. The other two only seemed to emanate the feeling of wrongness to what he was about to do, even as he tried to coax it down.
This would do. Right?
He traced a hand over the oddly familiar pumpkin shaped marking before opening the gate and stepping through.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 1:57 pm
Moving down the darkened hall wasn't as unsettling as one might have imagined. Rather, almost calming. It felt almost as if he was home, a home he couldn't even recall as he moved along. Perhaps it was something akin to being welcomed by the goddess as he had that one point. Was that what he imagined? Though, it might have been something else. Something he couldn't begin to truly imagine as the sights of that orange sigil danced in his mind, a faint glow to them as they did. He might have stopped to question it, to wonder what it meant, but the sound of a faint few words far off pulled him from the images. Someone... something was there. Something that he knew? Almost as if waiting for untold ages to greet him... he couldn't imagine what it was really. Something to do with memories he'd lost?
But had he lost any? Wasn't he previously something that was unneeded?
He was far too distracted with the noise to even notice the firm clack of the door closing behind him as he moved along, peering into the darkness curiously. What was it that threatened to try and explain itself? What was it that he'd forgotten? He...
He shook his head briefly before throwing it aside. He had a task... horrific sounding or not. Focusing on completing that was in his best interest, was it not? He couldn't lose face by failing in something so simplistic. He had a path before him, he need only walk it. The soft glow of the pumpkins might have been all that marked it, but it wasn't difficult. Almost inviting as he moved along. Though, almost as soon as it had started, the whole thing ended. He found himself before a clearing of flowers and... a single grave.
A silent peace to it all really. A few slow steps, careful not to disturb the blooms as he went, brought him to the center of that peaceful, quiet area. He stepped closer still until he stood before the grave, kneeling down to look at it. The thing was unadorned, simple enough, just a single set of words.
"Here lies Amalynn." How sad, to be left here alone, in such a place. No words of who, why... and yet it still existed, beating on. Never remembered, he could hear the heart beating on as if begging to be known. "So they forgot you?" There was a bit of sadness in his voice, something he'd fought to keep back even as he realized what he was about to do. What he had to do. Resignation fell as he reached forth a hand to brush the flowers some kind soul had left for the being. Wishing them well wouldn't change the fact this person was dead.
To never be.
"I... you understand don't you?" He voice felt hollow as he looked at the ground before him, still listening to the ever beating heart that thudded below. "The goddess isn't one to betray." He added, trying to justify his actions. With that he slowly began to brush away the ground below, digging for what he'd been tasked with retrieving. It wouldn't understand. This Amalynn would understand what he did now. What he had to do.
He finally found it, after some digging through soil that seemed to hold no real form against him it was there. Faintly beating in a similar color to his own, still ever noisy even as he carefully reached to take it out. Though as soon as he did it seemed to halt, instead leaving a strange sensation as a memory he'd never known he had seemed to play. Something... sweet, no... bittersweet as he recalled it. Something he had never even known to have.
Brilliant white hair, the kind that fell freely over her shoulders much like a waterfall. It was sort of a blur, unclear as he felt himself staring up at the far larger figure. How tiny, how helpless one could feel at times. Yet none of that was a concern to him, but rather... Lanaom felt only happiness and peace as the figure was speaking to someone else. Held gently, and yet so firm he knew he couldn't fall. "Another meeting? Well fine, but he'll never love you if you're gone all of the time." The voice was full of laughter, more amusement than anger. And yet tired, as if each word pulled at some reserve that was nearly empty. He couldn't truly understand it even as a quiet laugh escaped him when the woman's free hand shifted to hold a finger finger for him to grasp at. "When they're young is when they're most adorable you know." Was added as she looked back to him, her eyes were a pale shade of blue, far more pale than his own. Yet... his eyes weren't blue...
Where they? No. His were grey, grey like everything, right?
Ah but, where was he? "You still like daddy, right?" She leaned a bit closer at there, or perhaps drew him up to her. It was hard to tell, all he knew was the woman's face was ever closer, filled with a kind calm that left him at peace. If nothing else he knew only good from this one. He did managed to catch her hand in his own small ones, grasping at it with a triumphant laugh that time, before reaching for the bloom that encircled her wrist. A fresh flower, from where he couldn't know, but it wasn't so unlike those near the grave. Brilliant orange in hue as he tried to reached for it, catching a petal in his grasp this time. To which he received a light bop on the nose as the woman's expression suddenly twisted a bit, a brief moment of anger before forgiveness. "Ah ah! That is mommy's!" Such a soft tap to his noise before he instinctively released at the feeling and found himself buried in a hug that was almost too much. Ever gentle, there was no pain to it, just that she was so much larger, even as her voice sounded as tired as always. "It's alright, mommy isn't angry. She loves you very much, Molan. Very, very much."
Angry about what?
And then it ended, the odd memory of a woman who seemed to always smile, ragged from something he couldn't know. Was that Amalynn? Was that the last words that this being had left for someone to find. How odd, to want to share that with a stranger in their last moments. And yet... he could only feel a sad, hollow emptiness as he placed the once beating heart in his bag and slowly stood up. Why share it with him? And why did it leave him wanting to cry at the thought now? He didn't even know the woman, yet her smile left a sadness behind that he couldn't understand. Not in the least.
..No it was best not to try to wonder. To move on. "I suppose with that... you can move on too?" He stated it simply, empty of any true emotion as he turned to move away. He had a task before him to complete. It was best not to contemplate what it was the woman had meant with sharing moments of her life with him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 2:22 pm
As he moved away from the grave he found the ground ever becoming more difficult to move along with. The sloppy mud soon turning to water. Then it wasn't a mere puddle but deep pools that reached his ankles. And it was not even the sound of his own wading that greeted him.
Something else was there? He could hear it echoing with it's steps far behind him as he moved on. Then he heard it's voice, pausing only a moment as he looked back. That sweet, soft voice now more demanding as it echoed among the shadows and finally reached him. Give it back? He'd only done the goddess' will. He couldn't.
No he had to move on. Still forging further as the water became ever deeper in the water. The voice continued to be insistent behind him as he went, drawing closer and closer as he forced his way along. He didn't want to explain, he didn't want to say to this Amalynn why he'd taken it. He just had to- but it was too late. Even as the water reached his neck he heard her again. "Please give back my heart..." Sad, almost begging him to return it. The demand was gone, just a sorrowful few words. As if something else came. He felt her hands catch him, shoving him down into the water mercilessly. It was then he saw her, no it. It sounded like her, it did, but the thing before him wasn't that woman... it wasn't-
And then it occurred to him, in the form of another dull, aching memory. Who it was he held the heart of in the bag. Who he had destroyed and stolen that time from. "You... aren't her." He tried to force the words out even against the water as the thing bared it's teeth. It wasn't her. It wasn't his mother. She wouldn't have done this, she'd have never hurt him. Though, who knew... he hadn't known her nearly as well as he'd wanted. No... the memory that came with that realization explained it well.
The entire area was somber, more so than the grave he had found. This time it was not those thin, delicate arms that held him. No the pair holding him were stronger, belonging to a man with a grim face as he stared over. His own gaze fell int he direction of the other only to be met with a gravestone. This one though, held more than what the other had. Still, a similar name greeted him on it. 'Amaylynn Threepwood.' Who, why was that there? He couldn't comprehend what was going on, only that a sorrow fell around the area that he had never felt. The figure holding him was his father, right? Holding him too tight, as if he too would slip away if he let go for even a moment. His face held firm, restraint to any feelings there might have been over the event. He couldn't understand why, but he felt sad.
So sad.
Close proximity told him that his father was not as he always was, and mother? Mother wasn't there. Where was mommy? He made a small sound, grasping at the crisp, clean suit of his father. He wanted to know. It was so odd for just his father to be there, why? Where was his mommy? He didn't understand... Why?
And then it ended, leaving him back with the thing, thrashing against the water around him as he looked at what was masquerading as his mother. His kind, ever smiling, ever happy mother. The one he could barely recall even when he tried. Why she'd died he didn't know, but she had. And this was not her. It wanted a heart that didn't belong to it? Well he wasn't about to return something so precious to a monster like that.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 2:27 pm
He drew the only thing he had to protect himself at the time to him, plunging it at the figure. He iddn't wish to leave her there, alone and sad. He could save her here, perhaps bring her back. But only as a goddess was such possible. The blessings they gave might make it a potential chance, but this thing...
It wasn't his mother. He wouldn't forgive it for pretending to be her. And with that single strike it seemed finished, vanishing with a shriek as he found himself suddenly against the floor, coughing up what remained of the water he'd earned by trying to shout back at the thing.
That... that monster wasn't her. It hadn't been someone so full of warmth and kindness. It was a foul, twisted substance that had never been, that much he knew and understood as he slowly got to his feet as light began emanating from the distance. He pulled himself up and made his way toward it, only casting one last look back. To which he felt regret.
There it stood, waiting silently with it's hollow, dead expression. Waiting with the very scissors he had vanquished it with. Not a single sound, only it's stare was offered as he escaped through the door that was now visible. If it was not her, why had it looked so sad and defeated to see him go? He couldn't know, he didn't want to. He just... he'd be done with it. He had to be.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:25 pm
The shrine, he'd gone again. Perhaps to his own regret this time. He found the brilliant red goddess waiting this time. A fight? Well he'd had many, but his own weapon was replaced with an odd, small dagger instead as she ushered him off with the words 'You are ready.' And then it was as if he blacked out. For the next thing he recalled was finding himself in a while, stark room that left him squinting.
Pristine, clean to a level even he could appreciate. Yet unsettling all the same. He slowly stood, fingers running along the smooth metal surface of the table he was on as he did. Cool, a feeling he could appreciate. Why? He wasn't sure. But... this place wasn't so displeasing? He slowly moved, looking at each wall briefly before making his way to the door. Everything was so different, so changed from the previous realm he'd been in. He was still adjusting to the lights, but he actually liked it a bit. Quiet, pleasant almost.
Perhaps being left to such a place wasn't so bad? Or so he thought.
Though after a moment he opened the door, eyes still squinted to a degree as the same light flooded in again. He stepped out after a moment, moving along slowly until he heard something slam loudly in the distance. His head immediately jerking to look for it. Though nothing.
Huh?
Well, whatever. He kept moving, slowly but surely down the hall as he went. It wasn't too long before he could make out something red in the distance. Perhaps an exit? It was hard to say, but at least it wasn't more white. Not that he disliked the color. It just felt a bit wrong at this point, perhaps too much? Even he knew a speck of dirt should have been somewhere... it was a bit too unnatural.
There was another thud as he moved, casting another look over his shoulder proved nothing. The way was empty, nothing changed. How odd. He continued walking further toward the door, closing in on it now. Then there was another sound which caused him to look once more. This time, however, he saw a dark shape moving along slowly behind him, white hair cascading to the floor and covering part of it's face. If not for the strange, twisted appearance it held it might have been a beautiful woman, but instead the figure was a bit hunched, holding a pair of rusted scissors with an eerily warped smiled on it's face. Everything about it was wrong. Utterly everything.
And he wanted nothing to do with it. So he bolted. Straight for the door at that point, his feet carrying him as quickly as he could until he felt himself slam against it and work at the handle. Locked. Trapped!? He tugged at it once more before finally noticing the keypad near the door.
A PASSCODE? He... he didn't know. Numbers... but... what was the passcode? He had to hurry, he... the thing was coming, he could hear it's steady footsteps. "Open... open..." He quickly began to work at figuring out how he was going to get out of there.
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:26 pm
Nothing, he couldn't see anything of use. He quickly felt his gaze darting around the area, looking for something, anything. Instead he was greeted with another memory. A faint outline of a woman.
"Mommy likes the red ones best~!" The tone was full of cheer as the woman before him plucked at a rather exotic looking flower, carefully snipping it at the step before placing it behind her ear and turning to smile at him. "Don't you find them lovely, Molan?" She asked quietly as she stepped forward, reaching down once more to pluck him up. He didn't reply, couldn't. But rather just found himself swept up in the warmth. An artificial warmth, for both were cold to the touch. Just that never ending fountain of love she had to offer. The flowers weren't so bad?
He shook his head as the thoughts tugged at him, confusing him further as he looked back at the figure as it garbled something back at him. Was it trying to babble about flowers or some such? He couldn't tell. No... she couldn't worry about that! He had to get out!
[ Distance 50 -5 = 45 ft ]
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:30 pm
He shoved at the door again, trying to push at it with more weight on the off chance it was weak and easily unhinged. To no luck, rather he lost his footing and stumbled to the ground, grimacing as the thing continued to babble at him.
More he didn't understand. He just wanted to ignore it. It was trying to distract him so he couldn't get out. That had to be it.
[ Distance: 45ft -5 = 40ft ]
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:33 pm
Then he spotted it as he was getting back up. A piece of paper. Snatching it up didn't provide him much help, but it was something. Numbers meaning letters? But what order were the letters in?
He grimaced at it briefly before continuing his search.
[Distance: 40ft -5 = 35ft ]
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:35 pm
And then he slipped again as he tried a random set of numbers to no avail. Well he did at least try the ones on the paper. As he was tugging at the handle he'd fallen once more and his ears fell back as he forced himself to ignore the voice. It was getting closer, he had to keep trying!
[ Distance 35ft - 5 = 30ft ]
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:36 pm
And there was that first piece of paper again. Not much use a second time. Nope. Back to trying to get out of here.
[Distance 30ft -5 = 25ft ]
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:37 pm
And then he noticed it, another piece of paper on the ground. Lifting up the reddish hued paper he squinted at it. Letters? Letters in an order and... he looked at the two together and a small smile spread on his face. Now it made sense.
He quickly input the sequence and the door opened with out a hitch at that point. As soon as he did he slammed the thing closed again, taking a few quick breaths before he prepared to move onward. He did NOT want to go see that thing again. He wasn't sure what it would have done, but he didn't plan to try and figure it out.
[ Distance 25ft - 5 = 20ft BUT ESCAPED! ]
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:44 pm
He started moving again after catching his breath, making it a few paces before he dared to look back... and found the door opened again, the figure still watching him with that broken grin.
Oh sweet goddess it was still after him?!
He found himself running again without even thinking about it, fleeing from the thing. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted nothing to do with it. Nothing at all. He could hear it talking about something. About taking his heart, returning the favor. The sound of the scissors echoing along with it's words as he made his way through the woods. Only to be greeted by a bridge before him.And he had to somehow make it across that thing? Even as it looked as if it would collapse at any second?
Fine. He would. He could do this. He took a deep breath before starting along across the bridge. It was fine... he could do this...
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:45 pm
(( OR NOT ROLLING! FAIL lol ))
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:46 pm
And just as he reached the middle of the bridge, moving along steadily but surely, he found the wind picking up. He crouched down on instinct, expecting it to be so bad he might have slipped or fallen. A mistake he soon realized as he was about to stand again only to hear the sound of the scissors right by his ear. Too close for comfort as he slowly turned to look and found the ever grinning face, it's dull eyes staring straight at him face to face.
No.
"You always took everything. The flowers- my heart-" It babbled at him, leaning a bit closer as it's head cocked to one side, an angle that shouldn't have been possible. One hand slowly slipped around his head, almost gentle, as if holding a child, to hold him still even as his own heartbeat picked up, panic spreading through him. Yet he couldn't move, even as his head willed it, he couldn't move as that broken, distorted lips spread open to speak once more. "Don't worry sweetie, it only hurts once..." The voice was so calm, so fluid and sweet. It felt so familiar even as dread filled him. Then it came, a sharp sensation in his chest as scissors dug in, then the sound of the closing. A simple snip as he felt himself slinking back down to the ground, everything growing dark as the figure moved back again. "See, it's nothing to fear." That soft voice as he watched the thing moving away, in it's hands his own yellow heart and the ever rusty scissors.
He'd been right to fear that thing. Because as everything went dark, he could only wonder what it was he'd done to anger it so. He couldn't recall... he couldn't recall at all. But it was right... it stopped hurting shortly after that, as soon as all went dark.
[ Distance 0ft MURDERED LOLZ ]
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 2:27 am
TEA CEREMONY
Come here for tasting~
PS: Italics for the memory. The shrine seemed... almost pleasant as he walked in. A faint aroma wafting the room as he stepped along the path toward the figure of the goddess at the end. She offered for him to make himself comfortable, which only resulted in him crossing his arms. At least until the cookie was offered. The day he turned one down would be the day the world imploded on itself. Still, the things weren't too bad. And it gave him an excuse to merely nod as the goddess went on and on about emotions and tea an- well it didn't sound too bad. This one seemed far more chipper and happy than the other two goddesses. Wasn't she longing though? Huh, oh well. Still, her talk of emotions and such didn't seem so bad. At least he wasn't off to fight something. Unless this turned into another of those things...
Was a cookie worth fighting with another shadow. Oh well, he'd taken it. It was too late to back down now. So with that he slowly followed along, nodding once as he finished off the last of the cookie with a bite and followed her through the gate.
He was immediately struck by the... familiarity of it. No, not the table... not the song. Just... he couldn't help reaching out a hand, letting the flakes land on his palm as they piled up. The crunch, the way they fell. Everything seemed nostalgic, yet he couldn't say why. If anything the entire thing put him at peace. A small smile formed on his lips as he moved along, ears twitching at the crunch the first few times. Why did he feel as if this was how things should always be?
He eventually did get over the pleasant happiness at the whole area and reached the table. Pausing as he stared at the two jars. The brighter colored of the two seemed... unfitting. From a world not his own. So he instinctively went for the blue one, failing to properly sense the odd foreboding feeling that emanated from it even as he followed the instructions to drink it. Instantly perhaps, he regretted the action. It was less... pleasing than he'd imagined, perhaps bland? What kind of effect would it have on him? Uhg, hopefully he didn't end up sick. He didn't have time for that. Though he didn't have long to worry over the numerous concerns suddenly spilling through him as his attention was drawn to the table, which spun suddenly adorned with a cloth and... frankly, less than impressive treats.
Someone must have been a terrible cook.
He stared at the trio of items in silence a moment before going for what looked most together. The candies. Even if they did look as if they too needed help. He lightly popped it in his mouth, hoping perhaps it would get rid of the nagging feeling in his head. Instead it replaced it with another. He'd taken that without asking, what if it wasn't meant for him? Sure, it had appeared on the table after drinking the tea but...
He nervously tapped a finger on the edge of the table at that point, looking to the groups around him a moment before reaching for one of the tea cups without much thought. He ended up with the least painful to look at in his hand. A simple green and black cup. Well it shouldn't hurt... maybe. He took a sip of the tea, suddenly filled with a mixture shame, hope wretched out from under him as he fell back into a memory he'd long forgotten. Or perhaps drowned out for his own sake.
His fingers ran down the sheet, pausing at a few points to recalculate numbers. No, that was wrong. He paused as he reviewed it, eyes darting between two points before he finally nodded and erased the line and rewrote it.
Everything had to be perfect. Absolutely and completely. If it wasn't, if he didn't manage that much, then what was the point? He was doing this to buy his father some spare time, so perhaps he could come out with them. He was always busy, always doing something. Even Etzer had mentioned how they only saw him at meals, or perhaps at events. Which was true. While Molan understood the importance of the work, that their father did love them, he wanted to try and help alleviate the issue. So perhaps the three of them could spend some time together. And well... helping make his brother's wishes come true was part of being a good older brother, wasn't it?
...to a degree. There were limits.
Still, this was within them. He just had to manage some figures. He was doing so carefully. It was just some budget estimates for... taxation or something? They just needed to get the numbers right so that everything was taken care of. He was certainly educated enough to help figure out mathematical figures like that. Sure, it was taking a while since he didn't know some of the background behind what the totals were for and it took a lot of back reading to gather all of the information necessary. But the effort would be worth it.
He was just managing to finish up as he heard the sound of the door, immediately lifting his head to smile at the tall figure of his father. "Welcome home." The pleasant look wasn't shared. If anthing there was some confusion on his father's face as he looked at him. "Why are you at my desk?" Ah, right, well it only made sense his father wouldn't understand. He quickly gathered the numerous sheets he'd spent the better part of the day working on in hand, pushing himself back to his feet. "I-' A pause under the cold, appraising gaze of the other as he worked to father his words as he started over. Right, hold himself high. He might have only been fourteen, but anything less would mean all of those lessons were for naught. "Etzer wanted us to spend some time together, but I know you're busy. So I thought if I assisted with finishing the work you might have a bit of time?" He offered, working to keep his tone clear as he held the work he'd spent so much time on out to his father, smiling up at him rather proud of himself. Everything was right. He'd made sure of it.
There was the brief glint of a smile on the ever controlled look his father had at the words, though it soon changed as he reviewed the work. His brow furrowed after a moment, showing a face their father only made in private. But why? Everything was- "Just the basics." He stated, a sigh in his tone. "You... didn't take in to mind the necessity for- no. I'm not even going to explain it." He stated simply, shaking his head. "Have you been paying any attention at all to-" He halted as he looked back at him, seeing the look distraught look that had overtaken Molan's face. As for he himself? He was without words, ears having fallen as he simply stared. Hadn't it been right? He followed the sheets and mathematics to a T. Wasn't it. "We're dealing with reality. Things don't work like they do in books." Was the statement he finally got as the man waved him off.
"Go... go outside or study. I have work to finish." He knew what those words really meant, mouth that had fallen somewhat agape snapping shut as he heard them. It meant he'd failed to meet expectations. It meant go anywhere but in his sight. He felt his grip tighten at his side, eyes downcast as he shuffled back a few steps. "Sorry." He stated, his voice quiet. It was good he'd worked on his own sheets. It was... but... now he had wasted his father's time. He'd made things worse than before. There was no reply as his father sat down, he wasn't going to get one. Failure meant correcting it. He had to do something worthy of praise to earn it. Trying wasn't good enough... he had to do better...
The flavor was... bitter. Disgusting really. As he found himself standing in place again, staring ahead in silence he grimaced. He didn't like it. Not at all. He then noticed the booklet of sorts on the table, idly reading it.
Try other teas? Well, it could be interesting. Though it meant others seeing his. He wasn't sure how pleased he was with that thought, but alas... nothing to it. It was too late to really undo what he'd done.
Terrible tea or not, he couldn't disobey the goddess.
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