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REINCARNATED AS A NATIVE
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YOU WERE BORN A NATIVE
You were born in the wilds, or the unmapped hamlets; or perhaps one of the grand cities of ALLAIDH DARACH. But you were never the master of your own destiny; and your world has been marred by war almost since its first turns. OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. DAILY LIFE. Did you pledge yourself to a court? Are you a guard or a soldier? Or perhaps your a simple tradesman hoping the breadth of the war never touches you and yours. You were an adult young, remember, by 13 or 14: do you have a family? Are you afraid of the Void, or relieved by it? What is your life like, or your relation to the courts? 02. BATTLE. Perhaps some court armies are ransacking your home, and all you can do is flee the blades and the fires. Or perhaps you've been conscripted and been given rough armour and arms, and told to charge the strangers on the opposite side. What god to you pray to, hoping for protection against fearsome shardbearer magic and might? Do you survive? 03. THE FEASTS. Perhaps you've been travelling and been offered sanctuary at the castles; or are there on some important business. Whatever the reason, you're at one of the castles for one of the legendary feasts of welcome for far-worlder shardbearers, and get to eat and drink your fill as they take it all in. 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! |
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[She's greeted with a bright smile and a quick hug, but once Áine releases her, her hand lingers around Grell's own, leading her inside the idyllic little cottage she lives in isolated only by the fact it's in the middle of some woods. There'd always been rumors it hadn't been there since before the girl herself showed up, but aside from that there's nothing particularly wrong about it. It's a nice little place.
Once they're in the kitchen, she leaves Grell to get a chair for herself by the table and gets to brewing them up some tea. Over the initial excitement, she starts signing with her hands instead of talking. It was a good way to improve what Grell had taught her.]
(How have you been? Have you kept well?)
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she lets Áine pull her inside, smiling back and taking a seat when the opportunity arises, waiting for her to come back before anything else. when she signs, it's with care that she doesn't go too fast so that ]
(Just more busy than I expected to be. I hope you've been doing better?)
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(It's been quiet. It's always quiet here, that's why I like it.)
[She claps her hands together once before continuing, beaming just a bit more.]
(But I have a present for you!)
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(I'm happy it's been good for you. But a present, you are too kind.)
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Close your eyes! And no peeking until I say so.
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Alright! Now I need you to do one last thing for me: try to speak.
[Yep, magical shit is afoot.
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still, she takes a breath, and almost begins to sign what she wants to say before trying to remember that speech comes out of her mouth.]
...What am I to say?
[it's quiet, weak, it shows that it hasn't been used for over a decade with the curse that choked it from her, and for a moment she almost doesn't believe that she's hearing her own voice again.
she spoke. she could say something again.]
I'm...talking.
[Grell can only look at Áine, eyes wide and shocked.]
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And how wonderful it is to hear, Grell.
But...I should mention this is by no means a permanent solution. It will only suppress the curse so long as you're wearing it; if it's damaged, taken off...you're right back where you were. I'm afraid what afflicts you is still too powerful for me to dispel.
[And she hates it, really.
But Grell...she was fortunate to meet Grell, the poor soul cursed with such strong magic. Because it makes for such a wonderful grade of magic to study and understand, and one day master. She'll use it as a stepping stone to acquire even greater power still.
Not that she doesn't love Grell sincerely, just as she loves all of her friends, or the nature surrounding them. But who said you couldn't benefit from helping other people, aside some silly notion of altruism? The feeling of having done a good deed was a worthless prize.]
But one day you'll own your own words again. I promise.
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[now that words are back, they seem insufficient, and she rises to hug the girl again.]
This is still a miracle, in my view.
[personal motivations or not, she was also benefiting from this, and aside from those silly misgivings she had on occasion, she trusts her friends.
she can talk. she hardly knows what to say first.]
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But miracle...no, not yet. One day she'll earn such praise, but for now - when their hug ends, and contact is broken - she tucks her hair behind one ear and shakes her head, voice modest.]
Ah, well...no. I can't accept such high praise...not for this. But I do appreciate it.
However, once I've truly cured you I'll gladly accept it. Only once I've earned it.
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[just loosening its grip on her was something she'd been told was impossible years ago. to have it in front of her as a potential, to feel her own words again, she could dance for joy.
oh, Grell knows that if she ever needs anything, she'll give her what help she can in gratitude.]
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...although not that I would object to your company for the sake of company, either.
[She moves to sit back down, and taps the table.]
Don't let your tea go cold.