Solo Format Counts as 5 RP growth Points Solo word minimum is 750
Prompt The past five years have continued to meld and mesh the lands of Tendaji. Where once tribes kept to their own lands, many were now seeing their colorful neighbors on a regular basis. While the cultures still stand, a welcoming sense of curiosity and openness has resulted in a peace across the entire region.
What have you done these past five years? Have you explored? Have you welcomed others? What has your story been and how have you grown in this new future of Tendaji?
This solo-only prompt is for you to explore the growth of your character these past 5 years in relation to the cultures of Tendaji. You must walk us through how your character's impression of the other races has changed or evolved, and how they've grown as a result.
Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2020 9:14 pm
Vibrant colors shimmered along the walls of the forge. Every piece of colored glass was currently resting near the large windows and catching as much sunlight as possible. It truly created a beautiful effect in the large circular room and one would assume that maybe even sprites were dancing in the beams of sunlight. Honestly the early morning was Kyril’s favorite time to be in the forge - not just because of the cooler morning air but also because of the beautiful colors that came with the rising sun. She loved it so much. Kyril’s fingers gently slid along the glass of a larger vase, “It’s almost like home.” She whispered as she studied one of her latest pieces. The curve of the glass was astounding and it was almost like four different pieces that curved up along the spine of the turquoise stained glass. Specks of gold and indigo with some pinks and lighter blues decorated the sides, their colors blending in swirls before blending into the deep blue of the base. It was like the ocean at sunset and made Kyril miss Matori something awful.
The past five years she had been apprenticed to the Oban artisan and lived for the most part in Sulburi. On occasion they would roam across the country to trade wares and to share trade secrets with other artisans whom her mentor kept in contact with. It had been a busy life and Kyril rarely got to go home save for a few times a year if not only once or twice. The battle with the Dretch had kept tension high a couple of years back and she had found herself stuck in Sulburi while worried about her family. Thankfully everyone was okay and she had gotten to catch up with her mother while the older Oban visited the dancing school that she had set up in the city at their family’s old estate. Kyril was still adapting to the whole role of assuming the family’s name, a task she dreaded as the oldest child, but thankfully her mother was not too harsh on her. There was no pressure at all as long as Shadiya kept in charge and her mother had plenty of energy which Kyril was deeply grateful for. It allowed her to practice her own craft after all. Meanwhile her oldest brother traveled and her younger siblings were still fairly young and finding their places in the world. Kyril did her best to keep in touch and to send gifts whenever she could. She even met up with her family everytime that they were in Sulburi for business or just to visit. Still, it was not the same as being in Matori and Kyril could not help missing her childhood home. The ocean had always been there to relax her but now she had nothing but piles and piles of sand.
Not that it was the worst she supposed. Kyril let out a soft chuckle as she moved along the forge and continued checking on her cooling pieces. Everything looked like it had come out well and she was proud. Being an apprentice for so long had really allowed her to hone her craft over the years. So moving to Oba had not been a complete waste of her time at all. In fact she was proud of herself. She had never been a huge fighter and did not want to use her talents to create more destruction in their world. Instead she had found crafting to be a good outlet and the little whispers of magic here and there aided her in her pursuits of fine arts. It kept the studio cooler, protected her from burns or at least healed them whenever she touched something that was too hot. It kept the fires hot enough to make the glass flexible as well. Kyril smiled as she clutched at the familiar runes she kept in a bag around her neck. The small glass stones hung in the pouch that her younger sister had given her last year and rested right below the neckline of her blouse. It was almost as if they provided an extra warmth to where her own heart rested and reminded her of her family’s love.
She treasured them just as she treasured her family. Perhaps now that five years of training had passed it was almost time to return home. Kyril smiled almost sadly as she surveyed the forge once more. Would she really be ready to leave this place that had become her second home? She supposed that eventually every bird had to learn to fly. Maybe just maybe her time had come to move on and find her own path as an artisan and not as an apprentice.
