by I Like Bees » Thu Mar 21, 2019 1:46 pm
Username: I Like Bees
Flit Name: Pyralis
What's up with the yellow stuff?:
When Pyralis was young, he lost his eyesight in an accident involving an explosion. As soon as he was recovered enough to travel, Pyralis immediately set out to visit a mysterious, unknown creature who lived in the swamp. According to local legend, this swamp-dwelling creature, jokingly called "Swampy" by the younger Flits, was able to grant one wish per visitor, as long as the visitor gave up something in return, and the wish didn't limit the free will of another living being. Pyralis intended to wish for his eyesight back, and brought all the flowers he had received from other Flits while sick as his gift. Since Swampy lived in a swamp where not a lot of flowers bloomed, Pyralis figured the flowers would make a great gift. Pyralis's little brother went with him as his guide.
During the brothers' expedition into the swamp, Pyralis's little brother was bitten by a strange spider. The younger Flit shrugged it off; how bad could a little spider bite be? By the time Swampy's hut was within view (well, within Pyralis's brother's view), the young Flit had changed his mind on the matter. The spider bite had swollen, and he felt sick and so, so tired. All of the sudden, Pyralis's brother collapsed.
Pyralis panicked. How was he supposed to find help, or even make it to the hut? He couldn't see anything! The Flit dropped the flowers he had been carrying and called out, hoping that the magician living in the hut would be able to hear his desperate pleas for help. No response. Pyralis took a deep breath, carefully positioned his little brother on his back, picked the flowers up, and began his slow walk in the direction he assumed he had been heading before.
With each passing minute, Pyralis could heard changes in his brother's breathing. He was getting worse. Finally, after what felt like forever, the green Flit managed to find a pattern of carefully arranged stones in the ground. It was a path! He picked up the pace a bit, but still swept the ground in front of him with his paw before stepping forward. When he at last felt the grainy texture of wood under his paws, he spat out the flowers and called out, "Hello? Anyone home?"
After an agonizing minute of waiting, Pyralis heard the sound of the front door opening. Without even waiting for the magician to introduce themselves, Pyralis explained as quickly as possible that his little brother had been bitten by a spider and fallen ill; do you have an antidote? The magician responded with, "I grant wishes; I'm not a doctor."
Disheartened, Pyralis opened his mouth again to ask if he could have help bringing his brother back to the village, before realizing there was a better choice. It wasn't even a choice; his brother's life was far more important than his own eyesight.
Pyralis gently eased his brother to the ground of the hut's small wooden porch, then nudged the flowers towards the magician. "I wish for you to heal my brother," he said. The magician agreed to the deal, and the sound of the younger Flit's breathing steadied, then returned to normal. Forgetting all about the magician's presence, Pyralis collapsed by his brother's side, crying bittersweet tears. His brother was alive, but he'd never be able to see again.
After a moment of only the sound of Pyralis's crying, the younger Flit woke up and asked what had happened. Pyralis explained everything, and, when he finished, his brother stood up and turned towards the still-open door. "I'd like to make a wish as well."
The younger Flit took a deep, audible breath, then continued, "My eyesight for my brother's eyesight." Pyralis couldn't see, but he likes to assume that the magician was just as shocked as he was. He couldn't let his brother do this!
Before he could object, light flooded everything. The older Flit squinted, letting his eyes slowly adjust. When his vision returned, he expected to see his little brother staring blankly at nothing.
Instead, he found his brother looking directly at him, eyes wide and jaw dropped in wonder. "You're glowing!" the little Flit exclaimed.
"You can see!" Pyralis replied.
The brothers turned towards the door, where a dark, formless shadow hovered. Although the shadow didn't change shape, they both got the impression that it was smiling. The door closed, and the two were left alone on the porch.
As the brothers headed home to tell everyone the good news, Pyralis quickly discovered that he wasn't seeing from his eyes; he was seeing from the glowing, eye-shaped figure hovering in front of his chest. It was a bit strange, and took a bit of adjustment, but he's honestly just glad that everything worked out alright. The rest of the glowing yellow marks don't see to have much purpose... Pyralis's brother likes to joke that the shadowy magician put them there simply because they look cool.
As for the painted markings on Pyralis's legs... Those are the work of his brother. The younger Flit is obsessed with his older brother's cool floaty-glowy-thingies (he's not very creative with names), and said that the painted symbols complete the look. Pyralis isn't quite brave enough to get the markings permanently tattooed on, so he just lets his brother repaint them once every week or so.
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I Like Bees on Mon Mar 25, 2019 11:38 am, edited 4 times in total.