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Our Lives are Our Gifts
Dec. 17th, 2018 02:49 pmSummary: Ten years later, each member of the Mighty Nein finds their ending. Yasha decides to tell Molly about it.
Reading Time: abt 13 mins
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“Hello, Molly,” says Yasha, taking a seat in the warm grass next to her knapsack, “It has been a long time.”
Above, the sky was a brilliant blue. Even the clouds seemed to glow with an inner white light as they drifted slowly above. The air was cooler here, just outside the northern reaches of the Empire, but a warm breeze blew in from the south and carried with it the smell of wet grass and newborn dirt. In the summer, when the fields were lush and the travel on the road was constant, Yasha imagined the view from the hill was quite pleasant.
It had been ten years since they had last seen each other and Yasha wore those years with pride. Her hair had grown even longer. Even looped three times through the simple silver rings Beau had given her five years ago her hair hung in thick locks down her back and to the side. Wearing to the side made it easier to access the simple sword strapped to her back. For the times when its immense size and its owner’s matching height were not enough to dissuade potential attackers. Yasha ran her fingers along her face as she considered her next words, tracing the heavy nicks and thick scars that decorated her skin. The familiar map of her life. She smiled, slow and heavy, but a smile nonetheless.
“You have a lot to catch up on. Caduceus—“ She paused, sifting through her memories. “–You never met Caduceus. He–you would have liked him. You would have liked his tea.”
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Reading Time: abt 13 mins
Originally published as
“Hello, Molly,” says Yasha, taking a seat in the warm grass next to her knapsack, “It has been a long time.”
Above, the sky was a brilliant blue. Even the clouds seemed to glow with an inner white light as they drifted slowly above. The air was cooler here, just outside the northern reaches of the Empire, but a warm breeze blew in from the south and carried with it the smell of wet grass and newborn dirt. In the summer, when the fields were lush and the travel on the road was constant, Yasha imagined the view from the hill was quite pleasant.
It had been ten years since they had last seen each other and Yasha wore those years with pride. Her hair had grown even longer. Even looped three times through the simple silver rings Beau had given her five years ago her hair hung in thick locks down her back and to the side. Wearing to the side made it easier to access the simple sword strapped to her back. For the times when its immense size and its owner’s matching height were not enough to dissuade potential attackers. Yasha ran her fingers along her face as she considered her next words, tracing the heavy nicks and thick scars that decorated her skin. The familiar map of her life. She smiled, slow and heavy, but a smile nonetheless.
“You have a lot to catch up on. Caduceus—“ She paused, sifting through her memories. “–You never met Caduceus. He–you would have liked him. You would have liked his tea.”
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