Name: Parisa / Risa Stage: Prentice Race: Earthling: Lightning Gender: Female 3 Base Traits: Cheeky / Fiesty, Creative, Spontaneous Personality: Risa is a cheeky girl who doesn’t care to speak her mind. It may often get her into trouble, but no one has to worry about her hiding anything from them since she is so straight forward. This makes her an honest friend, if not a bit too blunt most of the time. She loves competition and has a bit of a short temper and loves to prove others wrong. If she is told that she can’t do something then that only means she will work even harder to try and accomplish that task.
She has a very creative mind and due to having an artistic family has expressed herself in different ways throughout the years. Music and art are not new to her and she enjoys some tinkering thanks to an uncle who works within the transportation sector. She is very spontaneous as well and when inspired can instantly drop a conversation to go and begin on a new project. She also is not one that sticks to planning her week as she prefers to go by her mood rather than by a set program. Patience then is a far reach for Risa who despises waiting for something to happen - she would much rather just make it happen herself to save time.
Description: Parisa is medium height with slight curves. Her gaze is an intense violet that stands out despite the long hair that sometimes hangs across her face. She has half of her head shaved while the rest of her hair is often pulled down in a loose ponytail. Her crystals are of the lightest green and circle down around her eye while others are scattered down her spine and around her shoulders. Clothing: Anything easy to move in, rarely long dresses as they are annoying for her to deal with. Accessories: n/a History: Risa was raised by her single mother who worked in the Sector of Leisure and never knew her father. Because of this her whole world revolved around her mother. As she grew up, especially during her youngling years, Risa would always cherish listening to her mother's music. Because she didn't have any other family, save for a close friend who was deemed 'Uncle Scooter', Risa was extremely attached to her mother and her mother to her. Both of them had a special bond and despite Risa's fiery temper her mother never seemed to lose patience with her child. It even held through all of Risa's childhood brawls with the neighborhood children. To be honest, it was not uncommon for Risa to come home with a few bruises or a cut lip as her mouth often got her into trouble with her peers. Still, her mother would simply pat her head after apologizing to the parents of the other younglings who Risa tangled with. Somehow even when faced with heated opponents her mother's voice, full of calming tones, could still the yelling and anger. Because of this Risa would always remember Etaine as a very calm woman with a gentle touch and an angelic voice who rarely, if ever, raised her voice to Etaine. Unfortunately, Risa never inherited such traits from her mother and instead had a feisty temper which according to her “Uncle Scooter” came from her father who had died in an accident years ago.
It didn't matter that her father hadn't willingly left them. Even if it was an accident Parisa wouldn't forgive him. She had that innocence of a youngling who believed that if he had truly wished to stay then he would have. In fact just thinking of the 'what ifs' made her even angrier about his passing. So she hated when others asked about her father. Not that Risa bothered to care and miss her father, but she despised being pitied. She was far better off without him! At least that was what she told herself when others teased her.
How could she be upset when she had a perfect mother? As long as they had each other then they were fine with their small family. That is until Parisa was barely an apprentice. It was then that she lost her mother to sickness. What had appeared to be simple fainting spells from fatigue had turned into a weak heart and since her mother refused to give up her music the woman simply sang herself to death. Devastated Risa became a quiet child for the next two years and moved in with her Uncle who took care of her.
For many weeks Risa drifted like a spirit. She barely ate, lost her ability to jest with her uncle, and even lost her own music. That was until Scooter took her to the ocean by Talrise. It was there that she saw color for the first time since her mother's death. The waves seemed to have a melody of their own and in a sense echoed her own aching heart. After finding some peace in Talrise, Risa began to pick up instruments again. She would experiment and try to replay her mother’s music through a variety of ways. However, as an apprentice she was not as skilled and so pondered even more about the idea of having other ways to preserve the melodies her mother played. So with her uncle’s help in tinkering the girl began to start her own projects of trying to recreate musical melodies with more mechanical means.
Now she's moved into the Academy and has been swept up into various projects concerning the arts. While she works at them she still hasn't given up her hope of spreading music, it's just something she will have to be patient with while she decides to explore all the various types of music found in her world and this new Tendaji place first.
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ϟ The Lightning Race & The Academyϟ
The newly discovered continent of Belrea is home to the Lightning earthlings. Having grown and flourished to the east of Tendaji, this land was quick to develop and establish itself as a mecca of technologies and innovations that the western continent of Tendaji had barely dreamed of achieving....
The people of Belrea are an eccentric bunch, and it seems as if evolution has come to agree with the idea.
Religion
Being so science focused as a society, there isn't much in the way of religion to the Lightning Earthlings. While more rural areas of Belrea have developed their own small forms of religion and beliefs, there is no official religion of Belrea.
Government
The Lightning Earthlings have placed technology and knowledge on the highest of pedestals, focusing on knowledge growth as the utmost priority for their society. In their mind, technology is the foundation for nourishment, growth, and safety for their society, and thus it is the highest form of government. They feel that by improving technology, they can in turn improve society. They are the most technologically advanced race of any in Tendaji.
The Lightning Earthlings have the Academy of Steam, where the brightest minds gather together to discuss current needs and assign sectors for those roles. Anyone who has made a grand impact on society will most likely be extended an invitation to join the academy based on approval from the current members. Always, there is at least one member from each sector represented in the academy.
A majority of Lightnings are part of the following sectors (rarely, will they be members of the other half): the Sector of Knowledge (Teaching), the Sector of Innovations (Energy, Technology, Power), the Sector of Transportation (Rails, Roads, Carts), and the Sector of Leisure (Theater, Music Halls, Sport).
Each sector is responsible for developing, maintaining, and running technology for their field, and almost always a family will stay in the same sector for generations.
More info on the Academy
The Belrean Earthlings have placed technology and knowledge on the highest of pedestals, focusing on knowledge growth as the utmost priority for their society. In their mind, technology is the foundation for nourishment, growth, and safety for their society, and thus it is the highest form of government. They feel that by improving technology, they can in turn improve society. They are the most technologically advanced race of any in Tendaji.
As a result of their drive, they have established the Academy of Steam, where the brightest minds gather together to discuss current needs and assign sectors for those roles. Anyone who has made a grand impact on society will most likely be extended an invitation to join the academy based on approval from the current members. Always, there is at least one member from each sector represented in the academy and only Lightning and Geian Earthlings will be extended an invitation.
Once an Earthling has received their invitation around the age of 16, they will be welcomed to the inner halls of the Academy to live and study with fellow members. They are permitted to leave, but the work they do within the chambers cannot be removed nor shared with members outside of the Academy. It is only the leaders who will determine when the information they have gathered can be 'presented' to the general population. Often, this will occur in a lecture made by the most seasoned and top minds of each sector.
Academy Members will also have a personal project they will work on, one grand enough to take a lifetime. This project may be an effort to improve the lifestyle of those around them, or a project that they eventually will lead development of. This study will be determined once they enter the Academy, and mentors will assist as needed.
The daily life of an Academy Member is a majority of study and lecture, working together to gather minds and improve the world around them. Outsiders are not permitted inside, but members are welcome to go outside and meet others as long as they finish their study and ensure they do not reveal information when they are gone.
Class Affinity/Choice Solo:[URL Link, this solo must be focused on why or how a character chooses their class path] Class Quest Solo:[here] Items: Change of Clothing x 2, Academy Jacket, Comb, Piercing Kit x 2, Necklace, Dancer's Ribbon, Sewing Kit x 2, Dye, Shoes
For a short dress outfit that has the Academy jacket, but with the sleeves cut off like in the reference images. [CC on actual design] [example 1] If the sleeves can't be cut from the jacket then the jacket can resemble something more like this [example 2] [example 3] *Design/Colors mostly CC, but would like burgundy in there somewhere*
[shoes] - CC on exact design, but probably some sort of boots?
Hair should still be shaved, but would like to have the bangs pushed over a bit to reveal her face more. [hair 1][hair 2 (style C)] and [hair 3] for style inspirations.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 6:53 am
Solo 1 Past and Future
Parisa clutched at the letter in her hand. While the invitation had been sent only a few days ago the apprentice had touched it so many times that by now the paper seemed ancient, aged by creases and tears from her excitement. Despite that she reread every word as if it were new to her, “I still can’t believe it.” The girl found herself whispering for probably the hundredth time before finally placing the letter back on her dresser. It was only in rare moments like these, when she was truly alone without any chance of someone seeing her, that the lightning girl actually took a moment to be in awe of the situation. I did it, I did it! At the thought she punched at the air before falling backwards onto her bed with a squee. This was awesome!
“Obviously I knew I could do it.” She quipped to the ceiling, “But it took them plenty of damn time to notice me.” The apprentice stretched her hands out above her head so that she could study her hands. These hands were so much like her mother’s hands were with long elegant fingers eager to play music. But there was more to them than simply that. She could also design and fiddle with things with them. These hands would create great things one day, that Risa was certain of. It was a bit egotistical of the girl but she was alright with that. No one said a little vanity and pride was super harmful, right?
Still a sigh left her lips. As excited as she was Risa’s spirit was dampened by thoughts of her mother. Even though she tried her hardest to seem proud and uncaring the girl was still deeply saddened by her mother’s passing. I hope that you are proud of me if you are watching, mom. Risa closed her eyes tightly at the thought, “Though I suppose if you were still here then...I wouldn’t be doing this now would I?” After all it was the memory of her mother and how badly she missed her music that had inspired Risa’s tinkering. Anything that her Uncle Scooter could bring her the girl would try to place together in order to create new and interesting melodies. Pieces of metal, steel balls wired together, anything to make a chiming noise that could be placed into a pattern to recreate a melody.
Rolling over onto her stomach Risa glanced around her small room. Right now there were some strange tidbits scattered around the floor, part of an experiment she had been working on until her mind took her elsewhere, and there was also a couple of her mother’s old instruments scattered about. While she didn’t believe she could ever reach the quality of music that her mother had produced through her own talent that didn’t stop Risa from practicing. Well at least now it didn’t stop her from practicing. The Risa from two years ago would have been a completely different story. A shadow crossed her gaze at the memories of those pitiful times. Who would believe that down crested girl was the same one beaming now?
She had been so lost in darkness when her mother passed away. For days she had refused to eat a proper meal and had stayed in her room. Well what was left of her room considering the mess she had made when she threw a tantrum at the realization that her mother wasn’t coming back. ”Why did you leave me?! This isn’t fair at all! If you’re supposed to be such a loving mother then why put your music higher than taking care of your daughter? Was it really worth dying for?!” Bitter tears stung her eyes before she picked up one of those cherished instruments and smashed it against the wall. As it clashed against the floor papers flew up into the air, multiple pages of compositions that her mother had personally wrote for her stage performances. None of them were important to Risa though and she would much rather destroy them in her frustration and sorrow than even think of cherishing the things that had destroyed her mother. She had loved and adored her mother’s music, but the fact that her mother had worked herself so hard for it - to the point of losing her own life by overwhelming her weak body - made Risa despise any melody.
But then her Uncle Scooter had her go along with him to Talrise and eventually sorrow caught up with her anger. Sorrow dampened the flames that had coursed through the girl for days and instead of angry curses sobs finally left her lips. She just wished her mother had taken better care of herself and had retired so that she could be alive today. Why did music have to mean so much for her? The thought kept repeating itself through Risa’s mind even as she walked along the shores of the ocean. But it was there when she saw the melody in nature that the girl was reminded of her mother. Everything about the way the waves made melodies of their own and how the chirping birds early in the morning sang to each other had hints of her mother’s love in them. It touched Risa to see such things. I suppose there is comfort in music after all. Was that why her mother continued to insist upon playing her music to the public? To ease their minds and to comfort the hearts of those in need? Risa’s gaze burned as she watched the sunrise above the glistening waters. “I suppose you had a reason after all.” Perhaps it was less about her mother being selfish and more about how selfless her mother truly was. Relieving the pain of others by allowing them to relax and to enjoy some music seemed much more like her mother than the woman wanting fame and fortune. Risa sighed and shaked her head, “You still should have been selfish...at least for me.” Selfish enough to give up her talent and to instead stay home with her daughter. They were each other’s worlds after all. No father, no one other than her mother’s ‘Uncle Scooter’. Which obviously Scooter was not his true name, it was a nickname to make up for his actual first name which he despised. Though Risa saw nothing wrong with Ptenui at all. Apparently though Scooter thought it was too much like a woman’s name and not reflective of all of his line of work in transportation.
At least he was there for her despite things. Blinking Risa returned to the present with a frown. Speaking of her Uncle….that smell…”Oh no.” Jumping up from the bed the girl raced to the door so that she could get a better sniff of the air. Ugh, it was so smokey! “I told you I would handle cooking!” Yelling the girl ran towards the stairs and jumping up slid down the railing until she got to the first floor. It was time to save some dinner once again from her uncle! He was always so easily distracted by his projects and constantly left things in the oven! She was surprised that the house was still standing at this rate with how many times he pulled these stunts.
“Honestly Scooter…” Her nose twitching at the scent Risa frowned as she studied the lumps of black that had been chicken. Finally with a sigh the girl used a towel and took the hot dish to dump it into a bucket of water where it sizzled and smoked. Perhaps for tonight it would be best if they ordered food from the cafe down the street again.
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Solo 2 Frustrations
“Scooter let me do it.” The continuous sound of a heel tapping against the wooden floor resounded through the gallery. Normally such a sound may have been drowned out by the crowd that was constantly in the larger building, but it was a rather slow evening. So instead the lightning man found himself subjected to all the tiny murmurs and clicking noises of impatience that his niece employed. For Parisa though each noise was a way to compete with the angry ball of frustration rising in her chest. She hated when her uncle took her here to watch him practice shooting. Key word was watch since he didn’t let her actually shoot the damn weapon. He just was so paranoid with all the things going on now that he didn’t want her to be home alone unless absolutely necessary. Still she couldn’t even shoot the thing once? How was that beneficial to her at all? And now that she was going to join the ranks of the Academy in the near future the girl found that certain things, especially those that held her back, were becoming rather annoying. She was knowledgeable and brave and full of talent! How dare anyone still treat her like a child?
Such thoughts made Parisa’s cheeks flush while she constantly chewed on her bottom lip in frustration. If her uncle wasn’t a good foot taller than her and had less muscle on his arm then perhaps she could just reach up and grab the weapon from him. Not like it mattered until she found a spark of energy to use the blunderbuss. Mother didn’t have magic, but father did apparently. Parisa’s jaw clenched as she glanced down at her hands. They had spent hours tinkering with metal and musical instruments but she hadn’t dared to touch anything magical yet. Not until her uncle had taken her to watch him practice. Strange hobby in her opinion - who went out to go and practice shooting like it was some sort of sport? Weapons are dangerous things, but I suppose it makes sense. Not that she would treat it like a game, no Parisa was far too mature for that. She knew that every shot had to count and that precision was essential with such a big weapon. It wasn’t like the pistols where you could take a few loose shots and dart around to safety before firing off even more. No this weapon was something that took dedication and would require a keen eye to shoot a target in a few shots rather than in a flurry of blows.
“I thought you were melded to that stringed instrument of yers.” Remarked her uncle with a raised brow, “You shoot off too much of a temper for an actual weapon, Risa.” He shifted the blunderbuss in his hands, “Shouldn’t you focus more on tinkering than fightin’ anyways? With the Academy an all that comin’ up I’m surprised ya aren’t practicing harder.”
Praise pursed her lips into a pout, “Can’t I be a woman of many talents, Uncle?” She criss-crossed her arms and strode a few steps towards him, “And really can you blame me? After seeing...and hearing about those things...I want to be prepared.” If anything should something even dare to touch her then she would shoot it through the face with her blunderbuss! Hah, watch me I’m already saying it's mine.
“Think on it, Risa.” Her uncle placed the weapon back into its carrying bag and hefted the thing over his shoulder, “I’m not practicing for fun myself, but I don’t enjoy the thought of ya bloodying yer hands when you should be in books and tinkerin’ with music like yer mother wanted. Her heart would break ta see you pick up a weapon like this.”
“Mo...mother wanted that?” Parisa’s one visible eye widened before she shook her head hastily, “You’re just messing with me to distract me. I don’t like it! I think you should really take me seriously and just let me shoot the damn thing already.” Her heart hurting from the mentioning of her mother and her face flushed from anger the girl turned on a heel towards the back doorway, “I’m going to come home later tonight.”
“Parisa!” Her Uncle took a step towards her, “That’s dangerous wit-”
“Don’t.” Parisa turned back towards him with a glare, “I’ll be fine. There’s a city full of people around me and I’ll be back before sunset. Not like anything would want to grab me. I’m too loud for any kidnapper.” And she was super heated and frustrated from everything as well. Whoever dared to even think of touching her would regret it tonight!
Slamming the door behind her the girl just walked through the crowds of people, many of whom roamed in groups of two if not more and many more with their hands clinging to someone else. Parisa couldn’t help studying the mother and daughter pairs especially. It was those that still sent a stab of pain through her heart. Even though her mother had passed over a year ago the absence of the musician left an abyss in Parisa’s chest that was often only filled now with frustrations and anger. When she tinkered or listened to music it also helped to ease the pain, but it just seemed so much easier to let a tantrum take over.
Sighing the girl hung her head as she sat down on one of the benches along the main street. What am I doing here? Bowing her head the girl rubbed her fingers into her temples. Why was she constantly lashing out in frustrations to her Uncle? He only meant to protect her, but at the same time she loathed him whenever he tried to mention her mother. It felt too controlling, too manipulative of the pain that Parisa still felt. Even now his words rang through her mind. Would her mother truly be so upset to see her lift up a gun?
“I don’t wanna be weak like her, but I want to be so much more like her.” The whisper was soft and faint as could be, but it was the honest truth. She wanted to be like her mother, but the fire that raged on inside of her chest kept her so far from that angelic image. If anything she felt more like a rampaging demon lately. A trickster who defied fate and wished to see more of the world while creating things as she pleased. “I hate this.” A tear trickled from the corner of an eye and the girl quickly rubbed it away.
Don’t be a fool you’re in public, Risa. She chastised herself before swinging her legs and jumping from the bench. She would just walk off the emotions. That would surely work and then she could go home and eat dinner and go back to tinkering. Tinkering and playing some music would help with her nerves and clear her mind. What project can I begin next? Parisa shoved out the thoughts of her mother and desperately clung to the idea of another invention as she attempted to make her way home. Even if she was angry at her Uncle she could at least pick up some food from the cafe again and just leave it on the counter or something.
It didn’t mean she forgave him, but it still was an attempt at clinging to what she had….after all they only had each other right? She would always hate how protective he was over her because of it, but she wouldn’t hate him completely. It was the pain she hated after all along with her mother for leaving them both to be in this world like this. And for that Parisa knew she wouldn’t be like her mother ever because she wasn’t leaving anyone dear behind anytime soon. She would be strong and fight so that she could stay and not disappear into the heavens like her foolish mother had. Never will I ever do such a thing.
She simply had to just convince her Uncle somehow that a blunderbuss would be a good idea….somehow.
On rainy days Parisa liked to fiddle with her instruments. It just happened that while she was sitting in her upstairs bedroom the outside world had decided to turn dark and windy. Since she knew a storm was coming the girl had already lit her evening candles and sat them throughout the room. While others liked using the traditional lamps Parisa had found an artisan who made colored globes that you could set the small candles inside. So she had little orbs that flickered colored lights throughout her room while a few normal candles set on the top of her long dresser. It was those that helped her to read more than anything and so she opened up a journal and started to look through the symbols that she had scribbled in haste while trying to think of music to perform.
Taking out her stringed instrument Parisa pressed her lips into a thin line and studied the writing intently. So if I run the notes up an octave here then perhaps that could add the depth the song needs? It would add a lighter musical range that would add to the heavier notes she had already written into place. As she thought about it the girl strummed her fingers along the instrument. That sounded better, but it still was lacking. Damn, it just seemed like she couldn’t recreate the melody that her mother had used to play for her.
Sighing, Parisa continued to try while the rains started to finally pour outside. Strumming until her fingers hurt the girl eventually placed her instrument back in its case. She had made some progress, as she scribbled in more notes than before, but it still wasn’t enough. But she was determined and she would continue at it just as she would continue with her small contraptions made of wires and other pieces that helped to aid in creating their own chiming noises. One day she would work to produce music that could travel with people, mainly those who couldn’t play for themselves. She could do other projects, but this was how she started for now while trying to produce the most beautiful of melodies in Belrea. She wanted to make her mother proud and even if spirits couldn’t be around Parisa liked to imagine that her mother’s soul would on occasion check in with her.
A ghost. Parisa shook her head with a small grin. Always with the spooky things during the Autumn. As she perched in her window seat to watch the rain Parisia reflected on the past. When she had been a youngling there was a granny who often told scary stories to keep the children in line. During the Harvest months especially they would be told about the forgotten areas of Belrea. The depths of a certain forest or even the hidden paths cutting through some of the mountains to the South of the city would be her ideal locations for the stories. One Parisa remembered in particular while watching the rains.
A young lover had gotten into a fight with her fiance one day. She had apparently caught him cheating on her and had confronted him about it. While he tried to console her she couldn’t bare to face him any longer and had fled. She had fled far into the mountains, but a storm had come and torrential rains had gotten caused her to fall from the dangerous path. While her body was never claimed it was assumed she had passed away and even now decades later any young man daring to venture that way alone is said to risk being lured away by the broken hearted lover. If they stayed true to their love then they would be safe, but for those willing to cheat on their hearts then she would take them to their deaths.
“Good thing I’m not a man and a better thing that I’m not stupid enough to ever cheat on anyone. Not like any of that is true because there’s no such thing as spirits or whatever.” Quipped Parisa before shaking her head, but then lightning flickered across the sky and through the rains she swore she spotted a shadow of a woman across the road. Her face paled as a shiver went down her spine and Parisa hastily closed the curtains. It was late enough to go to bed now right?
That decided she dove under the covers of her bed for the night.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 5:33 pm
GROWTH Welcome to the Academy
The day was finally upon them.
Parisa had stared at her ceiling until the dawn slowly peeked through the curtains of lace adorning the windows of her room. How anyone could sleep the night before an event like this she would never understand. She, herself, had spent all night pacing back and forth debating in her mind about everything possible. Every detail, small or large, flickered through her thoughts as she unpacked and repacked and then added in something else to her bags before taking it out once more. What would look nice in her new rooms? What would be a waste to bring? Could she just shove her whole home into one bag?
It was also her last night sleeping on this very bed. Certainly she could take the old quilt that she always slept on with her, but the bed itself along with the very rooms she lived in would never belong to this old house ever again. She would never belong to this old house again. The house that had seen her first steps as a youngling, the house that she had chased her mother around in as a child and the house that had seen her heart ripped to shreds as she watched her mother fade away from illness. Just thinking such thoughts had caused the girl to slowly walk about the hallways and run a hand along every nick and scratch in the wooden walls, “I suppose I’ll miss this simplicity.” Even if they offered her the most luxurious place she had ever seen Parisa knew it wouldn’t be the same.
But sacrifices always had to be made for your dreams. Comfort and her childhood home was only a few of the things she would be leaving behind. Her freedom to run about without much concern, her desire for solitude in comparison to grouping with others, her eagerness to punch rather than communicate, and the daily interactions with her Uncle were even more sacrifices to be made. It wasn’t like she wasn’t ecstatic to be joining the Academy, but it was just that feeling she got when she saw her Uncle standing at the bottom of the stairs which tightened her chest that dampened her mood, “Scooter…”
“Today’s the big day! I already got your baggage prepared for transport. You were so busy moping while going about the house that I couldn’t sit still.” He forced a smile, an easy thing to catch with the way his own gaze seemed to tremble with unshed tears, “You know your mother would be so delighted to see this day.”
“I know.” Parisa offered him a small, sad smile as she looped her arm through his own, “Let’s head on out, I have a ceremony to attend.”
“Are you certain? We could just go to Tendaji, ya know? I could start selling some things and we could just be merchants traveling that open road.”
“Scooter.” Parisa blinked back the tears that threatened to spill out, “Stop being silly. We know what’s going to happen now and I can’t go back. This is what I am meant to do.” Run, run away! Let’s just go and explore the world! The thoughts tempted her, but Parisa knew that she would never be satisfied with that. Even though farewell would be bitter sweet it wasn't’ like she was going away forever. She was in the same town and could visit him on occasion, she just wouldn’t be living with him anymore. “I asked the lady down the street to prepare your meals every so often so you don’t burn down the house.”
He didn’t even have a playful quip as he simply smiled at her, “Thank you Parisa.”
The rest of their walk was spent in silence until they spotted the crowds who were surging into the area for the ceremony. Others her age were being ushered along with their letters in hand and the girl spent one last moment hesitating before her uncle gave her a push, “Go.” He whispered in her ears and with her eyes burning tearfully Parisa reached back to give him a tight hug around the neck, “I’m proud of you, Risa. I’ll be cheering for you.”
“Thank you, Scooter.” She managed before going through the doorway and lining up with many other apprentices her age. While so many seemed to be for inventions and other things the girl stood proudly with the Sector of Leisure. Funny how leisure was the name, but she knew that she would be working just as hard as any. But there was a purpose to allow others to relax and to understand each other better through the arts.
“Welcome acceptees.” With those two words Parisa knew her next chapter in life was beginning. The speech seemingly floated around them casting an energy and a hope in the future. Despite the monsters that had appeared, despite leaving her home and only family member the girl felt a light blooming in her chest. As the leader spoke she stood proudly, shoulder to shoulder, with others who were being inducted into the Academy. They were the talented ones, the ones who had been noticed by the members and who showed potential for helping to shape a better future. For once she felt so important and knew that these words spoken today would stay with her for the rest of her life. They would be her encouragement and her drive to continue working on her passion and dreams.
The rest of the ceremony seemed to go by like a dream. Parisa was handed a jacket that she quickly slipped on and then they were pinning her with the star for her Sector of Leisure. Her symbol pinned on her back, the jacket on her shoulders, the letter in her hand it was an exhilarating feeling to know that finally, finally she was here. Despite her earlier fears and the sorrow at leaving behind an important piece of her past the girl knew that she had a grand future to look forward to.
“Parisa?” The leader smiled as he patted the seat across from him, “Please tell me about what your dream is.”
“Music.” She replied simply with a small smile, “I want to help brighten the world with even more music than before and I have so many ideas already about how to do that.” Even if she couldn’t completely do what she dreamed she would find ways to work at it. And if that didn’t work out then she would continue to push herself as this was her passion. She wanted others to experience the same blissful, healing feelings that she felt whenever the melodies carried her far, far away.
“Oh? Then let’s discuss what you plan to do and we shall see what we can accomplish together, shall we?” The leader smiled, “After all you’re apart of a bigger group now and together we will work to help Belrea to continue growing.”
Parisa smiled, “That sounds nice.” And for once she meant it. She was excited to see what awaited her in these walls of the Academy and she was even more interested in what ideas her new companions would teach her. After all she had already learned so much from one Matori so surely there was even more for her to experience here within the great Academy.
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Conclusion: Parisa at first is reluctant to let go of her past because she is afraid of moving away from what she knows to go to a strange, new place. She also has grown used to spending a lot of time with her uncle who has become both a mother and a father to the girl in the past few years. But she has to pull away from her comfortable life in order to grow and it is with that in mind that she goes to the ceremony and accepts her new place within the Academy.
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