Quill wrote:
Is'tia ♀ && Daseno ♂
Hm...I think that I have an idea for a story. :3
Part I
"Teach me." she begs, trying not to let a whine creep into her voice and destroy the bits of respect that she had carefully founded in him. Or perhaps it was only her imagination; did he ever listen to her properly when she was talking about her ideas? Or even--but no. He wasn't as calloused as she was making him out to be, never in a thousand years! Even though everyone in the village prefers to avoid him, Is'tia had found that his inner-self was so...so...beautiful. And he was so talented, too. His craft was unmatched by anyone. And surely, he would teach her, and then, she would--
"No...I'd rather not."
She feels her dreams crash down as quickly as a bird felled by an arrow plummets to the cold earth. She looks up at him, avoiding his ruby eyes and instead looking at the myriad of black and red designs that grace his shoulder. "But...but I can-"
"I said no, Is'tia." he says firmly, tilting his head and looking at her curiously. What an insistent one. Still, he had been the same not so long ago, when he had plagued the fire dragon of the Ishta mountains for her secrets. And here was someone else, doing the same...should he bend? He looks around his small workshop, which is crammed to the gils with assorted supplies. Matches litter the tables, and books of all sizes and conditions rise up from the floor in towers. Tufts of cotton and other flammable objects are scattered around the floor along side an unhealthy amount of dirt that has collected from about a year of neglect. The single lamp that casts the room in a warm glow is cracked, and wax is leaking out onto the shelf that it's on... At any rate, he certainly needs someone to clean up the place...and she's been following him around for months, bugging him. Perhaps this would be a good way to get rid of her permanently..."Hm...you know what?"
"What?" there she goes again, her hopes rising like a kite on a spring breeze.
"I think I could use an apprentice, you know, to carry on with my work once I'm dead." he shouldn't mention the cleaning part--he'll make it look like he thought that she assumed that it would be a part of the deal. He grins at the way she meets his eyes, and then looks away again.
"T-that would be wonderful!" she whispers. "Thank you so much, Speaker of Fire--"
"Oh please," he says, lifting his head up at the use of his proper title. "You can just call me Daseno while you're my apprentice."
xoxoxo
Being Daseno's apprentice wasn't at all what she had expected. In fact, if someone had seen her, they would have sworn that she was just his maid. All she did was clean, organize huge volumes of books, and buy new materials for Daseno. Oh, and once he asked her to cook him something, but that didn't turn out too well. The aroma of burnt fish had lingered in the small house for days. Sometimes, before she caught herself, she felt a stab of resentment at her mentor: while she was scrubbing floors he was lounging on his chair, immersed in a book. But then she felt guilty, for after all, he was giving her a chance that she had wished for her entire life.
Daseno, on the other hand, was actually rather pleased. So far, he had his entire home cleaned up and had managed to dance around the subject of teaching his 'apprentice' any actual magic. All it had cost him was just a small room and some extra food. Of course, sooner or later she would get tired of this little game and leave, and he wouldn't have a servant anymore. But still...at least he had time to study. He was almost on the brink of discovering a new incantation; there were notes about one in his books that would supposably turn someone's soul to ashes. As he flipped the weathered page of the huge book that lay before him, he became aware of a presence hovering over his shoulder. He sighs.
"What?" he says bluntly, turning around and facing his apprentice. As usual, she ducks away, not meeting his eyes.
"I was just wondering if you would be able to teach me something..." she says, a red-rimmed ear flicking back nervously. "Nothing big or anything, just...something."
"...did you finish tiling the roof?" he asks after a moment's hesitation.
"Yes."
"The parlor is swept?"
"Yes.
"The kitchen has been scrubbed?"
"Yes, I finished that just an hour ago."
"The bookshelves? The floors? The food has been set out for me to prepare?"
"Yes, yes, and yes. Oh, and I added a bit of cilantro to the sauce for the chicken." she was rather pleased with herself; she had finished everything he had cared to ask her and even had done a bit extra.
Cilantro... he groans inwardly, closing his eyes and raising his head to the heavens. Well, not directly, as the ceiling was in the way. He hopes that she'll leave, scurry off to somewhere else into the house and leave him and his secrets alone. But apparently, the girl can't take a hint. "Fine!" he snaps, trying to ignore her look of delight. Daseno wheels around and snatches a book from his desk. He shoves it into her waiting jaws. "Fine! Go on and read that book. If you don't understand it on the first try, don't come back.
She runs off to her room, her paws pounding on the wooden floors, her heart pumping with happiness. Is'tia tosses herself onto the small bed, ignores it's groan of protest, and delicately noses the book into place before her. For a moment, the black and red wolf merely gazes at it with misty violet eyes. This is the moment where she will become...become...become something great. She flips it open, and begins to read.
"Teach me." she begs, trying not to let a whine creep into her voice and destroy the bits of respect that she had carefully founded in him. Or perhaps it was only her imagination; did he ever listen to her properly when she was talking about her ideas? Or even--but no. He wasn't as calloused as she was making him out to be, never in a thousand years! Even though everyone in the village prefers to avoid him, Is'tia had found that his inner-self was so...so...beautiful. And he was so talented, too. His craft was unmatched by anyone. And surely, he would teach her, and then, she would--
"No...I'd rather not."
She feels her dreams crash down as quickly as a bird felled by an arrow plummets to the cold earth. She looks up at him, avoiding his ruby eyes and instead looking at the myriad of black and red designs that grace his shoulder. "But...but I can-"
"I said no, Is'tia." he says firmly, tilting his head and looking at her curiously. What an insistent one. Still, he had been the same not so long ago, when he had plagued the fire dragon of the Ishta mountains for her secrets. And here was someone else, doing the same...should he bend? He looks around his small workshop, which is crammed to the gils with assorted supplies. Matches litter the tables, and books of all sizes and conditions rise up from the floor in towers. Tufts of cotton and other flammable objects are scattered around the floor along side an unhealthy amount of dirt that has collected from about a year of neglect. The single lamp that casts the room in a warm glow is cracked, and wax is leaking out onto the shelf that it's on... At any rate, he certainly needs someone to clean up the place...and she's been following him around for months, bugging him. Perhaps this would be a good way to get rid of her permanently..."Hm...you know what?"
"What?" there she goes again, her hopes rising like a kite on a spring breeze.
"I think I could use an apprentice, you know, to carry on with my work once I'm dead." he shouldn't mention the cleaning part--he'll make it look like he thought that she assumed that it would be a part of the deal. He grins at the way she meets his eyes, and then looks away again.
"T-that would be wonderful!" she whispers. "Thank you so much, Speaker of Fire--"
"Oh please," he says, lifting his head up at the use of his proper title. "You can just call me Daseno while you're my apprentice."
xoxoxo
Being Daseno's apprentice wasn't at all what she had expected. In fact, if someone had seen her, they would have sworn that she was just his maid. All she did was clean, organize huge volumes of books, and buy new materials for Daseno. Oh, and once he asked her to cook him something, but that didn't turn out too well. The aroma of burnt fish had lingered in the small house for days. Sometimes, before she caught herself, she felt a stab of resentment at her mentor: while she was scrubbing floors he was lounging on his chair, immersed in a book. But then she felt guilty, for after all, he was giving her a chance that she had wished for her entire life.
Daseno, on the other hand, was actually rather pleased. So far, he had his entire home cleaned up and had managed to dance around the subject of teaching his 'apprentice' any actual magic. All it had cost him was just a small room and some extra food. Of course, sooner or later she would get tired of this little game and leave, and he wouldn't have a servant anymore. But still...at least he had time to study. He was almost on the brink of discovering a new incantation; there were notes about one in his books that would supposably turn someone's soul to ashes. As he flipped the weathered page of the huge book that lay before him, he became aware of a presence hovering over his shoulder. He sighs.
"What?" he says bluntly, turning around and facing his apprentice. As usual, she ducks away, not meeting his eyes.
"I was just wondering if you would be able to teach me something..." she says, a red-rimmed ear flicking back nervously. "Nothing big or anything, just...something."
"...did you finish tiling the roof?" he asks after a moment's hesitation.
"Yes."
"The parlor is swept?"
"Yes.
"The kitchen has been scrubbed?"
"Yes, I finished that just an hour ago."
"The bookshelves? The floors? The food has been set out for me to prepare?"
"Yes, yes, and yes. Oh, and I added a bit of cilantro to the sauce for the chicken." she was rather pleased with herself; she had finished everything he had cared to ask her and even had done a bit extra.
Cilantro... he groans inwardly, closing his eyes and raising his head to the heavens. Well, not directly, as the ceiling was in the way. He hopes that she'll leave, scurry off to somewhere else into the house and leave him and his secrets alone. But apparently, the girl can't take a hint. "Fine!" he snaps, trying to ignore her look of delight. Daseno wheels around and snatches a book from his desk. He shoves it into her waiting jaws. "Fine! Go on and read that book. If you don't understand it on the first try, don't come back.
She runs off to her room, her paws pounding on the wooden floors, her heart pumping with happiness. Is'tia tosses herself onto the small bed, ignores it's groan of protest, and delicately noses the book into place before her. For a moment, the black and red wolf merely gazes at it with misty violet eyes. This is the moment where she will become...become...become something great. She flips it open, and begins to read.
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