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belltrigger) wrote2004-01-31 12:23 am
belltrigger) wrote2004-01-31 12:23 am
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Rawr... desu.
Well, I've been a little bummed recently due to the whole college transfer stuff ._.;
... and on a totally different topic, my wrist hurts o.o;
Anyway, today I had creative writing, and a lot of other people felt the same tension in the class that I did. However, after the class had a break, wherein everyone just got to randomly chat, the tension seemed to dissapate, at least to a good extent. I know Lee is in my class, but I also got to meet another guy who's pretty cool to talk to. He and I discussed Lord of the Rings, and the old cartoon movie versions of The Hobbit, and Lord of the Rings...
I had to turn in something today for the assignment. I used Inner Threads (my story with Cindar and Mintara), but only the first chapter. While I've heard the teacher doesn't like fantasy, I don't think he can take away from my grade just for something like that :P
Birds were chirping merrily as a lone figure sat on a high branch of an oak tree. That figure, named Cindar, tilted his head back against the trunk, shutting his eyes as the wind whipped his shoulder length hair, as well as the leaves, around. Speckles of light danced on his face as the leaves danced in the breeze, warming up spots on his face. It didn’t bother him; in fact, he relished the warmth. It made him feel relaxed and a small look of contentment spread across his face.
Cindar winced as the silence was shattered by a rather high pitched voiced calling for him. He shifted and lowered his legs so that he was straddling the branch he had made his seat. He leaned to the side slightly, glancing down through the leaves. Mintara, his partner, looked around, trying to spot him. As he watched her cup her hands around her mouth, long hair flying wildly in the same wind that moved his and the leaves, the side of his mouth quirked ever so slightly. She didn’t seem to realize he gravitated towards the higher limbs of trees, even after all this time of working with him.
He had to cover his ears after she screamed bloody murder when he dropped down beside her, having only uttered “What?” quietly.
“Don’t do that!” she yelled, not caring that his ears were still sore from the previous yell. He just looked at her. “I come looking for you because I’m worried, and what do you do? Scare the living daylights out of me! “ She proceeded to mutter to herself for a few minutes.
Cindar was used to her muttering; she did it quite often. He wondered if she had other personalities, and was just informing them of the events that had just occurred. That’s what he did, at least. He blinked… Wait. Was someone talking to him? Oh… right…
“What?”
She fumed. “What do you mean ‘What’? I’m talking here, and you’re not even listening?!” She proceeded to mutter again, and Cindar wondered if it was safe to zone out again. Probably not. His partner was frightening when she got really angry.
“Lets get some breakfast,” he said quietly, walking past her, and back towards the village. They had stopped there the previous night, but he had wandered out here sometime in the early morning. He had watched the sun rise, and felt oddly at peace… but now he was hungry. Ignoring his partners indignant cries, he headed towards the inn they had chosen to stay at.
He hoped they had waffles.
As it turned out, they didn’t, so he settled for a blueberry muffin instead. It would have to do, for he didn’t feel like hunting for a waffle right now. Hunting was something you only did when you weren’t near a town, or in need of medical supplies.
But he didn’t need to worry about that right now. Instead, his partner was making her presence known to him again. And loudly.
“Why is it that you always ignore me? Honestly, Cindar, it’s ridiculous how easily you block me out.”
“It’s not all that easy. Trust me.” He said as he took a bite of the blueberry muffin, making a very tiny pleased sound. They were fresh baked that morning, by the son and daughter of the innkeeper.
“You, however, do it like a pro.” Mintara sighed heavily, resting her arm on the table between them. “In any case, we need to head out again.”
“Fine with me,” he answered, finishing off his muffin. He must have been hungrier than he had previously imagined. She nodded, obviously glad that he agreed with her. She glanced around, taking note of the other people in their own separate groups.
“I’m thinking we need a guide. There is, supposedly, a mountain nearby that’s pretty dangerous.”
“That’s cliché.”
She frowned at him, giving him a look that showed she was clearly not humored. “Maybe so, but it’s not my fault. Do I look like a bandit? Let alone one that would be so cliché?”
He decided that answering was not in his best interest, especially with the look that she was giving him. “I thought so.” He tilted his head to watch her stand up, and she stretched. After checking over that she had everything, including her money pouch and dagger, she turned her eyes to him.
Cindar followed suit, more concerned with keeping his bangs out of his eyes than if he had his weapon. They rarely came upon anything dangerous, anyway. This mountain was one of the first, in all honesty. And Mintara wasn’t exactly the type to research the rumors she heard from the elder generation. “Always listen to your elders,” she would say. This always made Cindar almost laugh, because they were older than any of the ‘elders’ from any of the villages they had visited.
“So, are we stopping to confirm these rumors, or are we just heading out to the mountain?” He was curious to see if she would follow her regular pattern.
“Always listen to your elders!” she said forcefully. As if he had forgotten in the past few hours. She had said the exact same thing last time he asked. Of course, the last rumor of a dragon so large it could eat five humans in one gulp turned out to be a den of wolves.
“Right. Straight to the cliché, dangerous mountain it is, then. Should I stock up on healing items before we go?” He felt that he was quite obviously teasing, but Mintara turned a very serious look towards Cindar.
“… I had not thought to enhance our stocks! Good thinking, partner!” She said this as if she totally forgot that she had just been yelling at him for not listening to her. He was lucky in this, as she never seemed to hold a long-standing grudge, at least with him. That was probably why they had managed to stay partners for so long, despite their differences.
Blinking, Cindar realized that Mintara was already out the door of the inn. Knowing her, she was probably almost out of the village by now; she could be very determined if she wanted to be. Sighing once quietly, he paid the innkeeper, both for their room and their food, and then made his way out as well.
“Are we there yet?”
Cindar stopped and turned, looking at Mintara as she leaned against a tree that happened to be near the trail they were following. “I shouldn’t think so. Have you seen anything dangerous yet?”
Mintara groaned, and sat down at the base of the tree. Cindar had to turn around again, for he had begun to walk before he noticed that her groan was not of resignation, but of her slumping down.
“We should rest… Maybe the dangerous stuff is looking for us.”
“Highly unlikely, but if you wish,” saying this, he walked over to the tree she sat down under. He looked up into the flimsy branches; it certainly wasn’t a sitting tree, even if it did provide shade. He looked back down at her, and she gave him such a pleading look that he dropped to the ground as well. He brought his knees up and wrapped his arms around his legs, resting his chin on them. He was just so used to balancing up in trees that he didn’t really adjust his sitting to flat, low surfaces.
“Hurray! Thanks a bunch, Cindar. I owe you one!” Mintara smiled gratefully and leaned back against the tree, planting her hands onto the ground to balance herself.
Cindar merely shrugged, eyes staring forward. Mintara just watched him for a moment, and then made herself even more comfortable, content to just shut her eyes and let her mind wander. Cindar was busy talking to the Others anyway.
She never asked how he managed to have other spirits inhabiting his body; she never interrupted him when he talked to them, either. She had no idea what he said, for he never spoke out loud, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t like his concentration being broken like that. So, she always ended up either daydreaming or making herself busy until he was finished. His eyes would blink exactly three times, and then he would usually look around, as if expecting to be somewhere else. Maybe he had wandered before, when he was talking to the Others.
“Are you still tired?”
Mintara blinked and looked over at Cindar. She had missed the signs that he was finished with his conversation. “Huh? Oh… yeah. Yeah, I guess so. We should probably go look for the dangerous stuff anyway. I bet it’s hiding, waiting to surprise innocent travelers!”
His mouth quirked up a bit at the corner, and she grinned in response. “Yes, I bet the dangerous stuff is just calling out to you. It wants to be found and vanquished.”
Mintara jumped up and nodded affirmative once or twice, looking down at him. “You are very astute today, Cindar! Almost as if you are reading the minds of those around you!” Cindar just shrugged in response, standing up to brush his clothes off.
“Tis but a gift,” he said, playing along with her dramatics. He usually did, because in most cases, it spared a lecture from her. Her lectures could last quite a while, he had found.
“Onward!” she said triumphantly, despite the fact that she really had nothing to be triumphant about. Maybe the fact that she had actually gained energy back, and was ready to fight evil had fueled her. Truth be told, Cindar figured she would give up her hunt for the evil by the time they reached the next town.
“…”
“Well, we’re at the next town. I’ll go make our reservations at the best inn.” Well, he had been right. To celebrate, he was going to get a waffle. Maybe two or three.
“HEY!! Wait, we must have missed the turn somewhere!” Mintara looked around, both frantic and suspicious at the same time. As if the town had tricked them into coming there.
Cindar stopped and turned to look at his partner. “Missed the turn?” She nodded affirmative. “We made it to the town.” She nodded again.
“Exactly my point, Cindar! Come! We must turn back and go face the evil that is just waiting for us to vanquish it.” With that she turned, heading back towards the woods and, effectively, the mountain. With a sigh, Cindar turned back to the village.
It was so inviting. So warm, and alive. He had even been planning on sleeping in the inn that night. He could smell the waffles waiting for him, beckoning him… And then his partner did the same thing, only much louder.
She had won.
With this realization, Cindar turned around once more, spotting his partner up ahead, waving her arms to catch his attention. Well, at least she was not hard to miss.
Mintara flailed her arms like a windmill, and if Cindar didn’t know better, he’d swear she was trying to fly. She had her eyes shut tightly in frustration, looking like she was about to scream at any given moment.
“WHERE IS IT!?” Well, that was certainly any given moment, wasn’t it?
“There is nothing dangerous on this mountain, Mintara,” Cindar said, voice calm and quiet, barely loud enough to hear.
She ceased her wind milling, turning to look at Cindar as he stood casually, keeping his distance at about five or so feet. He had seen the wind milling coming. Her glare was just about as deadly as a basilisk’s.
“Yes there is, Cindar! The people of the last village said so. Always listen to your elders!” But by this time, she seemed to be doubting it as well. They had been in the woods for so long now. It had to have been at least a day since they had reached that village, only to turn back to the forest they were currently stuck in.
“Mintara. We should just head back to the village. You could use a rest, and I am hungry,” Cindar soothed. Maybe logic would relax his partner.
Instead, she pouted and sat down on the rock she had previously been standing on. Cindar raised an eyebrow at her behavior; surely she hadn’t fainted from exhaustion…
“Fine, if you’re so hungry, go catch something,” she said, voice in full pout mode. She knew there had to be something on this mountain at least a little dangerous. Rumors didn’t just start to mess with people like them, people intent on vanquishing evil.
“Alright. Don’t move from this spot then, and I will be back shortly.” Cindar shut his eyes after he said this, and brought two fingers up to his mouth, uttering something quietly. He then moved the fingers in a semi-circle pattern, followed by an intricate set of turns and swirls. Suddenly, lines flared up in mid-air, glowing hot and white. Mintara blinked, confused as to what he was doing, but watched silently until a full symbol, highly intricate and not really resembling anything in particular, hummed with magical energy, hovering in front of Cindar.
“What was that?” she asked once he had finished. She had never seen him do that before.
“It was a tracking spell. That way, if you do happen to move, I can find you.”
Mintara wasn’t quite sure how to react. So she decided on simply saying, “When did you learn tracking spells?” Cindar’s only response was a shrug. Which then led Mintara to her next line of thinking. “Why didn’t you use magic to find the dangerous stuff?!?”
Cindar just looked at her. And then he said, “It doesn’t work that way. At least, this spell doesn’t. Besides which, it would probably be a waste of a spell, since I really don’t think there’s any…” Mintara blinked, confused, as Cindar trailed off.
“Huh?” Was that… breathing behind her? She did a slow turn-around, wondering just what could have made Cindar trail off. “GWAH!” Jumping back towards where Cindar stood, she had a full view of a large, obviously angry… well.. thing. It resembled a dragon, slightly, but was covered in coarse, white fur.
Cindar watched as the furry dragon tilted it’s head back, a long, drawn out, growling roar coming from it’s long throat. His eyes became half-lidded as the Others began to shout to him. They were yelling various spells that could be effective against such a creature, and he, in turn, was building up the energy required for any sort of attack.
“Nothing dangerous, you said!” Mintara said accusingly. “I was right!” She sounded slightly triumphant, but kept her distance from the creature. She pulled out her dagger after a moment of hesitation, glancing at Cindar out of the corner of her eyes. Energy was visibly building around him, causing his hair to fly up as if caught in a gust of wind centered only on him.
The furry dragon creature’s eyes were blazing, and it’s focus was drawn by the swirls of energy accumulating around Cindar. It let out another roar and lunged at him, ready to sink its teeth into him. Luckily, Mintara had reflexes fast enough to jump in front of the creature, effectively blocking its jaws with her dagger.
Pushing all of her weight into the focal point of her dagger, she shoved the dragon’s mouth away before it managed to close it’s fangs over her arms. It looked stunned at her show of strength, but quickly snapped at her again. Swinging her leg up, her boot caught it square in the jaw, causing it to hiss both in pain and anger.
“Any time you’re ready, Cindar!” She yelled to her partner, hoping that she could distract the creature long enough for him to actually cast his spell. She didn’t really feel like becoming this creature’s lunch for the day.
She made a surprised sound as the dragon lunged at her again, but at the last moment, it turned and swept at her feet with its tail. She crashed to the ground, and saw stars as the fall knocked the air out of her chest in a rush of breath. The furry dragon almost seemed to grin at her in triumph, looming over her, hot breath puffing loudly.
Her head was still spinning, a rush of worries flying through it even as she tried to clear her vision. What the hell was Cindar doing, taking so long?
“Supernova Graviton Press!”
Suddenly, the dragon was no longer looming over her, about to make her it’s lunch. That could only mean that Cindar had completed his spell, and what a spell it had been, she thought as she sat up shakily. She could still feel the magical residue of the spell…
As well as the disgusting residue of the dragon.
“Oh yuck!” She shook her hands quickly to get the slimy yellowish goo off. Who knew what sort of properties it could have. It might be poisonous, or caustic, or it could stain! She raised a hand to her hair, noting in disgust that it was in her hair too.
She was so engrossed in getting the slime off that she jumped, startled, when Cindar kneeled beside her.
“Are you alright? I apologize for taking so long.” He murmured quietly, pulling a blob of goo out of her hair. Well, at least it didn’t seem to be poisonous or caustic, for it wasn’t eating through their gloves or skin. But there was still the possibility of her clothes being stained.
“I guess so. I would have been better if you had sped up your little spell, though,” she said as she leveled a breathless glare in his direction. She was a bit miffed at him, even if he had ended up saving her, and was even helping get the goo off. It wouldn’t have been there in the first place, if he had killed the dragon quicker.
He stood up, and she shook off the last bit of dragon residue, looking up at him. He offered her his hand, and she gladly took it, using it to pull herself to a standing position.
“May we return to the village now?” Cindar asked as she draped her arm over his shoulder, using him for support. A mumbled yes was his only answer. Nodding, he helped her walk back, intent on getting some food as soon as they got back to the village.
Yeah... I know it's not really THAT impressive, but that's sort of good. After all, I don't want to dazzle the class with something good, only to fizzle out, right?
... and on a totally different topic, my wrist hurts o.o;
Anyway, today I had creative writing, and a lot of other people felt the same tension in the class that I did. However, after the class had a break, wherein everyone just got to randomly chat, the tension seemed to dissapate, at least to a good extent. I know Lee is in my class, but I also got to meet another guy who's pretty cool to talk to. He and I discussed Lord of the Rings, and the old cartoon movie versions of The Hobbit, and Lord of the Rings...
I had to turn in something today for the assignment. I used Inner Threads (my story with Cindar and Mintara), but only the first chapter. While I've heard the teacher doesn't like fantasy, I don't think he can take away from my grade just for something like that :P
Birds were chirping merrily as a lone figure sat on a high branch of an oak tree. That figure, named Cindar, tilted his head back against the trunk, shutting his eyes as the wind whipped his shoulder length hair, as well as the leaves, around. Speckles of light danced on his face as the leaves danced in the breeze, warming up spots on his face. It didn’t bother him; in fact, he relished the warmth. It made him feel relaxed and a small look of contentment spread across his face.
Cindar winced as the silence was shattered by a rather high pitched voiced calling for him. He shifted and lowered his legs so that he was straddling the branch he had made his seat. He leaned to the side slightly, glancing down through the leaves. Mintara, his partner, looked around, trying to spot him. As he watched her cup her hands around her mouth, long hair flying wildly in the same wind that moved his and the leaves, the side of his mouth quirked ever so slightly. She didn’t seem to realize he gravitated towards the higher limbs of trees, even after all this time of working with him.
He had to cover his ears after she screamed bloody murder when he dropped down beside her, having only uttered “What?” quietly.
“Don’t do that!” she yelled, not caring that his ears were still sore from the previous yell. He just looked at her. “I come looking for you because I’m worried, and what do you do? Scare the living daylights out of me! “ She proceeded to mutter to herself for a few minutes.
Cindar was used to her muttering; she did it quite often. He wondered if she had other personalities, and was just informing them of the events that had just occurred. That’s what he did, at least. He blinked… Wait. Was someone talking to him? Oh… right…
“What?”
She fumed. “What do you mean ‘What’? I’m talking here, and you’re not even listening?!” She proceeded to mutter again, and Cindar wondered if it was safe to zone out again. Probably not. His partner was frightening when she got really angry.
“Lets get some breakfast,” he said quietly, walking past her, and back towards the village. They had stopped there the previous night, but he had wandered out here sometime in the early morning. He had watched the sun rise, and felt oddly at peace… but now he was hungry. Ignoring his partners indignant cries, he headed towards the inn they had chosen to stay at.
He hoped they had waffles.
As it turned out, they didn’t, so he settled for a blueberry muffin instead. It would have to do, for he didn’t feel like hunting for a waffle right now. Hunting was something you only did when you weren’t near a town, or in need of medical supplies.
But he didn’t need to worry about that right now. Instead, his partner was making her presence known to him again. And loudly.
“Why is it that you always ignore me? Honestly, Cindar, it’s ridiculous how easily you block me out.”
“It’s not all that easy. Trust me.” He said as he took a bite of the blueberry muffin, making a very tiny pleased sound. They were fresh baked that morning, by the son and daughter of the innkeeper.
“You, however, do it like a pro.” Mintara sighed heavily, resting her arm on the table between them. “In any case, we need to head out again.”
“Fine with me,” he answered, finishing off his muffin. He must have been hungrier than he had previously imagined. She nodded, obviously glad that he agreed with her. She glanced around, taking note of the other people in their own separate groups.
“I’m thinking we need a guide. There is, supposedly, a mountain nearby that’s pretty dangerous.”
“That’s cliché.”
She frowned at him, giving him a look that showed she was clearly not humored. “Maybe so, but it’s not my fault. Do I look like a bandit? Let alone one that would be so cliché?”
He decided that answering was not in his best interest, especially with the look that she was giving him. “I thought so.” He tilted his head to watch her stand up, and she stretched. After checking over that she had everything, including her money pouch and dagger, she turned her eyes to him.
Cindar followed suit, more concerned with keeping his bangs out of his eyes than if he had his weapon. They rarely came upon anything dangerous, anyway. This mountain was one of the first, in all honesty. And Mintara wasn’t exactly the type to research the rumors she heard from the elder generation. “Always listen to your elders,” she would say. This always made Cindar almost laugh, because they were older than any of the ‘elders’ from any of the villages they had visited.
“So, are we stopping to confirm these rumors, or are we just heading out to the mountain?” He was curious to see if she would follow her regular pattern.
“Always listen to your elders!” she said forcefully. As if he had forgotten in the past few hours. She had said the exact same thing last time he asked. Of course, the last rumor of a dragon so large it could eat five humans in one gulp turned out to be a den of wolves.
“Right. Straight to the cliché, dangerous mountain it is, then. Should I stock up on healing items before we go?” He felt that he was quite obviously teasing, but Mintara turned a very serious look towards Cindar.
“… I had not thought to enhance our stocks! Good thinking, partner!” She said this as if she totally forgot that she had just been yelling at him for not listening to her. He was lucky in this, as she never seemed to hold a long-standing grudge, at least with him. That was probably why they had managed to stay partners for so long, despite their differences.
Blinking, Cindar realized that Mintara was already out the door of the inn. Knowing her, she was probably almost out of the village by now; she could be very determined if she wanted to be. Sighing once quietly, he paid the innkeeper, both for their room and their food, and then made his way out as well.
“Are we there yet?”
Cindar stopped and turned, looking at Mintara as she leaned against a tree that happened to be near the trail they were following. “I shouldn’t think so. Have you seen anything dangerous yet?”
Mintara groaned, and sat down at the base of the tree. Cindar had to turn around again, for he had begun to walk before he noticed that her groan was not of resignation, but of her slumping down.
“We should rest… Maybe the dangerous stuff is looking for us.”
“Highly unlikely, but if you wish,” saying this, he walked over to the tree she sat down under. He looked up into the flimsy branches; it certainly wasn’t a sitting tree, even if it did provide shade. He looked back down at her, and she gave him such a pleading look that he dropped to the ground as well. He brought his knees up and wrapped his arms around his legs, resting his chin on them. He was just so used to balancing up in trees that he didn’t really adjust his sitting to flat, low surfaces.
“Hurray! Thanks a bunch, Cindar. I owe you one!” Mintara smiled gratefully and leaned back against the tree, planting her hands onto the ground to balance herself.
Cindar merely shrugged, eyes staring forward. Mintara just watched him for a moment, and then made herself even more comfortable, content to just shut her eyes and let her mind wander. Cindar was busy talking to the Others anyway.
She never asked how he managed to have other spirits inhabiting his body; she never interrupted him when he talked to them, either. She had no idea what he said, for he never spoke out loud, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t like his concentration being broken like that. So, she always ended up either daydreaming or making herself busy until he was finished. His eyes would blink exactly three times, and then he would usually look around, as if expecting to be somewhere else. Maybe he had wandered before, when he was talking to the Others.
“Are you still tired?”
Mintara blinked and looked over at Cindar. She had missed the signs that he was finished with his conversation. “Huh? Oh… yeah. Yeah, I guess so. We should probably go look for the dangerous stuff anyway. I bet it’s hiding, waiting to surprise innocent travelers!”
His mouth quirked up a bit at the corner, and she grinned in response. “Yes, I bet the dangerous stuff is just calling out to you. It wants to be found and vanquished.”
Mintara jumped up and nodded affirmative once or twice, looking down at him. “You are very astute today, Cindar! Almost as if you are reading the minds of those around you!” Cindar just shrugged in response, standing up to brush his clothes off.
“Tis but a gift,” he said, playing along with her dramatics. He usually did, because in most cases, it spared a lecture from her. Her lectures could last quite a while, he had found.
“Onward!” she said triumphantly, despite the fact that she really had nothing to be triumphant about. Maybe the fact that she had actually gained energy back, and was ready to fight evil had fueled her. Truth be told, Cindar figured she would give up her hunt for the evil by the time they reached the next town.
“…”
“Well, we’re at the next town. I’ll go make our reservations at the best inn.” Well, he had been right. To celebrate, he was going to get a waffle. Maybe two or three.
“HEY!! Wait, we must have missed the turn somewhere!” Mintara looked around, both frantic and suspicious at the same time. As if the town had tricked them into coming there.
Cindar stopped and turned to look at his partner. “Missed the turn?” She nodded affirmative. “We made it to the town.” She nodded again.
“Exactly my point, Cindar! Come! We must turn back and go face the evil that is just waiting for us to vanquish it.” With that she turned, heading back towards the woods and, effectively, the mountain. With a sigh, Cindar turned back to the village.
It was so inviting. So warm, and alive. He had even been planning on sleeping in the inn that night. He could smell the waffles waiting for him, beckoning him… And then his partner did the same thing, only much louder.
She had won.
With this realization, Cindar turned around once more, spotting his partner up ahead, waving her arms to catch his attention. Well, at least she was not hard to miss.
Mintara flailed her arms like a windmill, and if Cindar didn’t know better, he’d swear she was trying to fly. She had her eyes shut tightly in frustration, looking like she was about to scream at any given moment.
“WHERE IS IT!?” Well, that was certainly any given moment, wasn’t it?
“There is nothing dangerous on this mountain, Mintara,” Cindar said, voice calm and quiet, barely loud enough to hear.
She ceased her wind milling, turning to look at Cindar as he stood casually, keeping his distance at about five or so feet. He had seen the wind milling coming. Her glare was just about as deadly as a basilisk’s.
“Yes there is, Cindar! The people of the last village said so. Always listen to your elders!” But by this time, she seemed to be doubting it as well. They had been in the woods for so long now. It had to have been at least a day since they had reached that village, only to turn back to the forest they were currently stuck in.
“Mintara. We should just head back to the village. You could use a rest, and I am hungry,” Cindar soothed. Maybe logic would relax his partner.
Instead, she pouted and sat down on the rock she had previously been standing on. Cindar raised an eyebrow at her behavior; surely she hadn’t fainted from exhaustion…
“Fine, if you’re so hungry, go catch something,” she said, voice in full pout mode. She knew there had to be something on this mountain at least a little dangerous. Rumors didn’t just start to mess with people like them, people intent on vanquishing evil.
“Alright. Don’t move from this spot then, and I will be back shortly.” Cindar shut his eyes after he said this, and brought two fingers up to his mouth, uttering something quietly. He then moved the fingers in a semi-circle pattern, followed by an intricate set of turns and swirls. Suddenly, lines flared up in mid-air, glowing hot and white. Mintara blinked, confused as to what he was doing, but watched silently until a full symbol, highly intricate and not really resembling anything in particular, hummed with magical energy, hovering in front of Cindar.
“What was that?” she asked once he had finished. She had never seen him do that before.
“It was a tracking spell. That way, if you do happen to move, I can find you.”
Mintara wasn’t quite sure how to react. So she decided on simply saying, “When did you learn tracking spells?” Cindar’s only response was a shrug. Which then led Mintara to her next line of thinking. “Why didn’t you use magic to find the dangerous stuff?!?”
Cindar just looked at her. And then he said, “It doesn’t work that way. At least, this spell doesn’t. Besides which, it would probably be a waste of a spell, since I really don’t think there’s any…” Mintara blinked, confused, as Cindar trailed off.
“Huh?” Was that… breathing behind her? She did a slow turn-around, wondering just what could have made Cindar trail off. “GWAH!” Jumping back towards where Cindar stood, she had a full view of a large, obviously angry… well.. thing. It resembled a dragon, slightly, but was covered in coarse, white fur.
Cindar watched as the furry dragon tilted it’s head back, a long, drawn out, growling roar coming from it’s long throat. His eyes became half-lidded as the Others began to shout to him. They were yelling various spells that could be effective against such a creature, and he, in turn, was building up the energy required for any sort of attack.
“Nothing dangerous, you said!” Mintara said accusingly. “I was right!” She sounded slightly triumphant, but kept her distance from the creature. She pulled out her dagger after a moment of hesitation, glancing at Cindar out of the corner of her eyes. Energy was visibly building around him, causing his hair to fly up as if caught in a gust of wind centered only on him.
The furry dragon creature’s eyes were blazing, and it’s focus was drawn by the swirls of energy accumulating around Cindar. It let out another roar and lunged at him, ready to sink its teeth into him. Luckily, Mintara had reflexes fast enough to jump in front of the creature, effectively blocking its jaws with her dagger.
Pushing all of her weight into the focal point of her dagger, she shoved the dragon’s mouth away before it managed to close it’s fangs over her arms. It looked stunned at her show of strength, but quickly snapped at her again. Swinging her leg up, her boot caught it square in the jaw, causing it to hiss both in pain and anger.
“Any time you’re ready, Cindar!” She yelled to her partner, hoping that she could distract the creature long enough for him to actually cast his spell. She didn’t really feel like becoming this creature’s lunch for the day.
She made a surprised sound as the dragon lunged at her again, but at the last moment, it turned and swept at her feet with its tail. She crashed to the ground, and saw stars as the fall knocked the air out of her chest in a rush of breath. The furry dragon almost seemed to grin at her in triumph, looming over her, hot breath puffing loudly.
Her head was still spinning, a rush of worries flying through it even as she tried to clear her vision. What the hell was Cindar doing, taking so long?
“Supernova Graviton Press!”
Suddenly, the dragon was no longer looming over her, about to make her it’s lunch. That could only mean that Cindar had completed his spell, and what a spell it had been, she thought as she sat up shakily. She could still feel the magical residue of the spell…
As well as the disgusting residue of the dragon.
“Oh yuck!” She shook her hands quickly to get the slimy yellowish goo off. Who knew what sort of properties it could have. It might be poisonous, or caustic, or it could stain! She raised a hand to her hair, noting in disgust that it was in her hair too.
She was so engrossed in getting the slime off that she jumped, startled, when Cindar kneeled beside her.
“Are you alright? I apologize for taking so long.” He murmured quietly, pulling a blob of goo out of her hair. Well, at least it didn’t seem to be poisonous or caustic, for it wasn’t eating through their gloves or skin. But there was still the possibility of her clothes being stained.
“I guess so. I would have been better if you had sped up your little spell, though,” she said as she leveled a breathless glare in his direction. She was a bit miffed at him, even if he had ended up saving her, and was even helping get the goo off. It wouldn’t have been there in the first place, if he had killed the dragon quicker.
He stood up, and she shook off the last bit of dragon residue, looking up at him. He offered her his hand, and she gladly took it, using it to pull herself to a standing position.
“May we return to the village now?” Cindar asked as she draped her arm over his shoulder, using him for support. A mumbled yes was his only answer. Nodding, he helped her walk back, intent on getting some food as soon as they got back to the village.
Yeah... I know it's not really THAT impressive, but that's sort of good. After all, I don't want to dazzle the class with something good, only to fizzle out, right?
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And thank you! :D