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[Jan. 10][Suikoden III] Star Princess
Title: Star Princess
Day/Theme: Jan. 10, 2009 "eveningland"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: young Sarah, Luc, Leknaat
Rating: PG
"Stars, stars, stars, stars," Sarah sang while she drew, constructing an imaginary sky filled with constellations on a sheet of black paper. She rubbed her nose, smudging white chalk across her face without realizing it.
The bishop who had brought her to the Temple had subordinates who talked about the stars all the time- were the stars favorable for another investigation of the of the local Sindar ruins? Did the stars suggest that the experiment would succeed? Would Lady Kaeyani ever take their advice and actually read a star chart? While the bishop seemed to regard it all as a bunch of superstitious fluff, the stars still struck Sarah as incredibly important.
Living with Lady Leknaat had done little to banish that notion. Lady Leknaat and Master Luc didn't just talk about the stars, sometimes they argued about them. It was here that Sarah had learned she was born under the Chizen Star. Chizen. The silent star. It sounded pretty, poetic. She’d pretend that she was a princess in this tower, just like the stories they told in Harmonia. Saint Faldor’s brother, pale like her, wasting away in the tower, until the holy man rescued him. Really, Sarah had done much better than that. Who needed a brother, when one could have a beautiful prince, just as quiet as she was?
Their home wasn’t anything fancy. Not compared to the Temple (what she had seen of it), but it was welcoming and warm in its own way. The people here cared about her. Deeply, honestly. She wasn’t a tool to them. She wasn’t something to be feared either. Back in Harmonia, it seemed that everyone had thought one, or even both, of these things about her. The only exception must’ve been her father and grandmother, but they were only mythic figures in the mist of her earliest memories. Perhaps she had just imagined them altogether. After all, if they loved her, why had she ended up in the hands of that bishop?
…She was too young to question it. It had just happened. Adults did as they pleased, with no concern for the thoughts of children. Lady Leknaat was different. She always cared what Sarah thought. Master Luc didn’t seem exactly like an adult, but he was definitely more than a child. She could hear the swishing of his straw broom scraping the stones. If he tried to clean the place with a gust of wind, sweeping the dust out of a window with his magic, Leknaat blew more earth back in. It was important to her that he did the work with his hands. For such a powerful sorceress, Lady Leknaat certainly placed an interesting stress on physical labor. The bishop, who spoke sweetly with a stern face and sharp eyes, had acted oppositely.
“Is that the imperial horoscope?” Luc asked, glancing over Sarah’s head at her artwork.
“What’s the imperial horoscope?” she wondered.
Luc smiled to himself. He’d clearly made the comment merely for his own amusement. “Well, it’s creative,” he complimented her work. “I never drew any stars.”
Most princesses escaped to luxurious castles, but this was a palace in its own way- a castle of knowledge. “The stars are important. Everybody says so.”
“Is that so?” he murmured, quieting and at the same time seeming to become kinder, gentler. His long bangs fell across his eyes as he knelt down beside the small girl.
“Yes,” she declared. There was no question about it. “See,” she held up the page, “These ones make a crown.”
“For a princess,” he guessed.
Sarah smiled. “How did you know?”
“Hey, I know a lot more than Leknaat gives me credit for,” Luc laughed.
Day/Theme: Jan. 10, 2009 "eveningland"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: young Sarah, Luc, Leknaat
Rating: PG
"Stars, stars, stars, stars," Sarah sang while she drew, constructing an imaginary sky filled with constellations on a sheet of black paper. She rubbed her nose, smudging white chalk across her face without realizing it.
The bishop who had brought her to the Temple had subordinates who talked about the stars all the time- were the stars favorable for another investigation of the of the local Sindar ruins? Did the stars suggest that the experiment would succeed? Would Lady Kaeyani ever take their advice and actually read a star chart? While the bishop seemed to regard it all as a bunch of superstitious fluff, the stars still struck Sarah as incredibly important.
Living with Lady Leknaat had done little to banish that notion. Lady Leknaat and Master Luc didn't just talk about the stars, sometimes they argued about them. It was here that Sarah had learned she was born under the Chizen Star. Chizen. The silent star. It sounded pretty, poetic. She’d pretend that she was a princess in this tower, just like the stories they told in Harmonia. Saint Faldor’s brother, pale like her, wasting away in the tower, until the holy man rescued him. Really, Sarah had done much better than that. Who needed a brother, when one could have a beautiful prince, just as quiet as she was?
Their home wasn’t anything fancy. Not compared to the Temple (what she had seen of it), but it was welcoming and warm in its own way. The people here cared about her. Deeply, honestly. She wasn’t a tool to them. She wasn’t something to be feared either. Back in Harmonia, it seemed that everyone had thought one, or even both, of these things about her. The only exception must’ve been her father and grandmother, but they were only mythic figures in the mist of her earliest memories. Perhaps she had just imagined them altogether. After all, if they loved her, why had she ended up in the hands of that bishop?
…She was too young to question it. It had just happened. Adults did as they pleased, with no concern for the thoughts of children. Lady Leknaat was different. She always cared what Sarah thought. Master Luc didn’t seem exactly like an adult, but he was definitely more than a child. She could hear the swishing of his straw broom scraping the stones. If he tried to clean the place with a gust of wind, sweeping the dust out of a window with his magic, Leknaat blew more earth back in. It was important to her that he did the work with his hands. For such a powerful sorceress, Lady Leknaat certainly placed an interesting stress on physical labor. The bishop, who spoke sweetly with a stern face and sharp eyes, had acted oppositely.
“Is that the imperial horoscope?” Luc asked, glancing over Sarah’s head at her artwork.
“What’s the imperial horoscope?” she wondered.
Luc smiled to himself. He’d clearly made the comment merely for his own amusement. “Well, it’s creative,” he complimented her work. “I never drew any stars.”
Most princesses escaped to luxurious castles, but this was a palace in its own way- a castle of knowledge. “The stars are important. Everybody says so.”
“Is that so?” he murmured, quieting and at the same time seeming to become kinder, gentler. His long bangs fell across his eyes as he knelt down beside the small girl.
“Yes,” she declared. There was no question about it. “See,” she held up the page, “These ones make a crown.”
“For a princess,” he guessed.
Sarah smiled. “How did you know?”
“Hey, I know a lot more than Leknaat gives me credit for,” Luc laughed.