02-23-2022, 01:09 PM
So tell me why my Gods look like you?
“Yer funny!” Oop shouts, dodging the twigs she fires at him in rapid succession—all except one. It passes harmlessly through his chest, of course, and lands somewhere well off the beaten path never to be seen again. He huffs indignantly, fighting back a grin as his friend nearly falls over herself laughing. She is a child no more, and while the thought makes the bright pink ghost pixie a little sad (his appearance nearly starts to rot), he is happy she has grown up without being as… damaged as the rest.
Aside from her fear of the dark, of course.
“Youse gots pretty good at that!”
“And you have gotten pretty good at that,” Nereza teases, referring to the pixie’s almost child-like way of speaking things. He’d asked her to help him some years back and she had worked with him on it ever since. In exchange? He had tried to teach her to fight. Tried to, but pixies had an entirely different (and more civilized!) way when it came to combat than the horses in Beqanna—that is of course, a tale for another day.
“Youse—“ Oop rolls his eyes when Nereza shoots him a glare “—you really likes those things, huh?”
Nereza blinks, wondering what he’s even talking about, until she feels something prick at her leg and noticed the roses creeping up to wrap around her legs. They sprout from her hair, glowing red embers that somehow compliment the glowing white parts of her mane, and she smiles sheepishly. “Sometimes I wonder what my life might have been like,” she admits, sighing softly. “If I hadn’t been afraid, of course, and ran away from them.”
“Hm, probably terrible,” Oop snorts.
“Ah, yes, because living life like a feral hermit is so much better?” Nereza snorts back.
“It hases it’s perks.”
“Does it?” Nereza grins, shaking off the roses as they begin to wilt and finally dry up. “Because I seem to recall being hunted by wolves, stalked by a cougar—chased by a ball of fireflies after disturbing their nest.”
“It… can be worse,” Oop says.
“Like how?”
“Shushes, someone is near.”
Aside from her fear of the dark, of course.
“Youse gots pretty good at that!”
“And you have gotten pretty good at that,” Nereza teases, referring to the pixie’s almost child-like way of speaking things. He’d asked her to help him some years back and she had worked with him on it ever since. In exchange? He had tried to teach her to fight. Tried to, but pixies had an entirely different (and more civilized!) way when it came to combat than the horses in Beqanna—that is of course, a tale for another day.
“Youse—“ Oop rolls his eyes when Nereza shoots him a glare “—you really likes those things, huh?”
Nereza blinks, wondering what he’s even talking about, until she feels something prick at her leg and noticed the roses creeping up to wrap around her legs. They sprout from her hair, glowing red embers that somehow compliment the glowing white parts of her mane, and she smiles sheepishly. “Sometimes I wonder what my life might have been like,” she admits, sighing softly. “If I hadn’t been afraid, of course, and ran away from them.”
“Hm, probably terrible,” Oop snorts.
“Ah, yes, because living life like a feral hermit is so much better?” Nereza snorts back.
“It hases it’s perks.”
“Does it?” Nereza grins, shaking off the roses as they begin to wilt and finally dry up. “Because I seem to recall being hunted by wolves, stalked by a cougar—chased by a ball of fireflies after disturbing their nest.”
“It… can be worse,” Oop says.
“Like how?”
“Shushes, someone is near.”
@Reave