(The muses, they keep talking!!!! o_o Dano's story, natch. :o)
Maybe I should write this down for posterity, to put down the chronicles of my youth in case that next crawler I attempt to smash gets me first. Or maybe I just need something to do while I sell off the rest of this cotton. Hearing so many stories of others’ youth, I’d like to give my story as well.
Oddly enough, I was born in Windurst. My parents, a retired pair of soldiers from the Shadow War, had decided to have a child fairly late within their lives. Or I was an accident. Either way, I was brought into the world with open arms and hearts, into a life of joyful indulgence. While my parents had eventually settled into a life of stable merchants, I was never without the stories of their younger days, of how they fought for the glory and crown of their home, San d’Oria.
…The one thing that they would never relate is why they came to live in Windurst in the first place. I suppose, thinking back, I could have asked about it, but it never thought about it. It was only when someone from the Elvaan capital would arrive would it cross my mind; it is the only time in my life that I can remember that my parents turned stern, even hostile. I was never allowed to remain long to listen, but the tension was always there when that person came to visit. Luckily, the visits were brief and infrequent, and mostly while I was away.
Regardless, my childhood was very pleasant. I had to be a touch more careful, as Tarutaru children were infinitely smaller than I, but what they lacked in stature they certainly made up in magical ability. I think my parents had always hoped that in this place, I would show an innate ability toward the magical arts.
Boy, did I prove them wrong.
Magic was about as an enigma to me as our reasons for living here; still, while both were out of my grasp, it isn’t anything that I thought about from day to day. Instead, my mother, who had been a monk in her younger days, took me aside and brought out an old coffer, full of the gear that she used in her younger days. “Well, if you can’t tap your mana just yet, at least I can teach you the graceful art of beating things up.”
…. Have I said I love my mother, yet? Ever practical, she’s been. Games of tag became exercises in learning how to block a punch, and mock wrestling transformed into full sparing matches. Thank the Star Sybil for the Mithra girls that were around my age at the time; while I was taller, they had the natural agility to keep me on my toes, and always kept me pushing to be better.
My father wasn’t as happy, of course. Elvaan women were suppose to be graceful as well as strong, and I’d fallen into tomboyism before he had a chance to nudge me toward another pursuit. Or maybe that was just the frying pan that connected to his skull when he made some comment about brutish women monks being unable to be socially adept. I’m pretty sure that isn’t the first time that’s happened, otherwise, he’d remember who he married. I’m convinced the frying pan keeps knocking my mother’s former occupation out of his head.
And now, a few years later, I’ve decided to go out and adventure as a monk. I’ve had a few adventures, and run into a rather … well, I’ve talked about Caboose before. Comfy pillow while selling off the items that monsters just happen to drop, taking me on dates full of adventure and death… there’s so much I could say, yet it would seem trivial. So, I won’t.
Instead, I’ll contemplate my next visit to the dunes, and hope the Sea Horror won’t eat me.
Beanie > Awww.. ^^ Go Monk Go ^^ (01/18 09:39)
Danoille > Yoush! I will an Honorary Catnip Scout, even if it kills me! ^_^ (01/18 09:43)
Linmayu > o.O Whoa! You grew up in Windurst, and I never knew you?!?! Unless...wait, were you that really pretty Elvaan girl living in Windurst Waters, who I always spied on but was afraid to talk to? (01/18 10:57)
Zoddwintermoon > Aren't frying pans wonderful? ^^ (01/18 11:00)
Danoille > Lin: o.o .... That was you? :o I thought that was my imagination. My parents never mentioned that there was another Elvaan family nearby. :3 (01/18 11:07)
Danoille > Wintermoon: My mother swears by them. I think the visiting Galka that come to Windurst drop by the house expecting to see one of their kind called 'Mush Brains' only to find an old Elvaan with a few knots on his noggin... ^^;; (01/18 11:08)
Linmayu > Hahahaha, that's because there wasn't another Elvaan family nearby. I grew up in a beat-up shack in Woods with my Hume mother and sister. >.> Most people knew we were there, but kinda looked the other way. ^^;; (01/18 11:12)
Danoille > That's... strange. o.o Then again, my parents mostly kept to themselves, except for their shop. But that would explain why I didn't see you before now! :o (01/18 11:17)
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