06-02-2014, 10:17 AM
This place sure looks different when you’re on the outside looking in.
This was the first and most persistent thought that crossed Satsume’s mind as he walked through the Pherean village. It hadn’t become clear just how hopeless Lycians had become in recent months until he and his family had been situated in Bern for some time. No one made eye contact on the streets. Mothers had death grips on their children’s hands. You could cut the tension with a blade, it seemed. Satsume’s walking slowed, and his eyes came to rest on a shoddy-looking building a few yards past the main road. Its windows were boarded up. Up at the top was a sign, barely legible from the accumulation of dust and disrepair.
So this is what ensures the safety of the Lycian people… knowledge bans, thought Satsume. His family had been largely unaffected by the nationwide ban on magic studies – his mother was a merchant, his father a smith. Heck, even if he or his family members HAD been forced to abandon their trade, Satsume was sure it wouldn’t be an issue. He had always been one to roll with the punches – to adapt to situations as necessary. And had it not been for the smug, unapologetic face of a simple Ostian messenger, Satsume and his family would probably still be living under these conditions.
Damn the Emperor and his cronies! Satsume’s hands balled into fists, and his face tightened, as if to physically resist memories of the day he received word of his mother’s death. He hastily turned away from the school building, and kept his eyes planted on the ground as he stormed off. Elimine save this place. He needed to get out of here and make way for Castle Pherae.
*bump!*
“Oh!” Satsume said aloud. In his focused attempt to clear his head, he wasn’t paying attention where he was walking. He looked up and found himself facing a young woman wearing a cloak. He caught a glimpse of her hair beneath her hood as she picked her head up – it was dark red, much like his own. Satsume could immediately feel his cheeks turning rosy with embarrassment. His armor was quite heavy, and bumping into him could not have been pleasant. He hastily stood up straight and winced to try and hide his shame.
“I’m sorry, miss. Wasn’t paying attention. Are you alright?”
This was the first and most persistent thought that crossed Satsume’s mind as he walked through the Pherean village. It hadn’t become clear just how hopeless Lycians had become in recent months until he and his family had been situated in Bern for some time. No one made eye contact on the streets. Mothers had death grips on their children’s hands. You could cut the tension with a blade, it seemed. Satsume’s walking slowed, and his eyes came to rest on a shoddy-looking building a few yards past the main road. Its windows were boarded up. Up at the top was a sign, barely legible from the accumulation of dust and disrepair.
So this is what ensures the safety of the Lycian people… knowledge bans, thought Satsume. His family had been largely unaffected by the nationwide ban on magic studies – his mother was a merchant, his father a smith. Heck, even if he or his family members HAD been forced to abandon their trade, Satsume was sure it wouldn’t be an issue. He had always been one to roll with the punches – to adapt to situations as necessary. And had it not been for the smug, unapologetic face of a simple Ostian messenger, Satsume and his family would probably still be living under these conditions.
Damn the Emperor and his cronies! Satsume’s hands balled into fists, and his face tightened, as if to physically resist memories of the day he received word of his mother’s death. He hastily turned away from the school building, and kept his eyes planted on the ground as he stormed off. Elimine save this place. He needed to get out of here and make way for Castle Pherae.
*bump!*
“Oh!” Satsume said aloud. In his focused attempt to clear his head, he wasn’t paying attention where he was walking. He looked up and found himself facing a young woman wearing a cloak. He caught a glimpse of her hair beneath her hood as she picked her head up – it was dark red, much like his own. Satsume could immediately feel his cheeks turning rosy with embarrassment. His armor was quite heavy, and bumping into him could not have been pleasant. He hastily stood up straight and winced to try and hide his shame.
“I’m sorry, miss. Wasn’t paying attention. Are you alright?”
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