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[June 8] [Tegami Bachi] Dreams of Light and Darkness
Title: Dreams of Light and Darkness
Day/Theme: June 8, a wandering light
Series: Tegami Bachi
Character: OC
Wordcount: 160
Rating: G
A/N: This is set in the world of Tegami Bachi, which is a manga with a really cool premise but whose shounen-style "Faito! Faito!" execution bored me rather too quickly for me to understand the real story. The character and idea in this drabble have no basis in manga canon; all I've done is borrow the world.
In Yodaka, there is little to differentiate night from day but the chores that need doing. Business time is day time; rest time is night time. The strong darkness, the weak light: they are constant.
Some amibitious few dream of making it to Yuusari, to feel and smell and run their fingers through the light of Akatsuki, the capital, and it’s man-made sun. They dream of owning their own shadows.
Most are not so foolish. They are accustomed to their eternal dusk, and to their poverty, with that sort of long-suffering resignation that is nearly indistinguishable from contentedness.
And of course, some are even more foolish. Some wish to be Bees, and challenge the dangerous roads separating the three great areas, to test themselves against the gaichuu, to prove their heart, to serve the people. To rove in and out of the light at the pleasure of their letters, to own their own day, their own night.
But Mara is the most foolish of all. Mara doesn’t envy the light of Yuusari, doesn’t fear the dark of Yodaka. Doesn’t adore the sun of Akatsuki like some distant goddess. Mara watches the earthbound pricks of starlight that weave ageless tapestries among the rocks and monsters of the trackless wastes: the luminescent staffs of the solitary vagabaonds. She watches these, in their seasonless migrations, and dreams of the day that she, too, will don the heavy gray robe and canvas satchel, doff every layer of every caste of society, and herself become to the world nothing but another wandering light.
Day/Theme: June 8, a wandering light
Series: Tegami Bachi
Character: OC
Wordcount: 160
Rating: G
A/N: This is set in the world of Tegami Bachi, which is a manga with a really cool premise but whose shounen-style "Faito! Faito!" execution bored me rather too quickly for me to understand the real story. The character and idea in this drabble have no basis in manga canon; all I've done is borrow the world.
In Yodaka, there is little to differentiate night from day but the chores that need doing. Business time is day time; rest time is night time. The strong darkness, the weak light: they are constant.
Some amibitious few dream of making it to Yuusari, to feel and smell and run their fingers through the light of Akatsuki, the capital, and it’s man-made sun. They dream of owning their own shadows.
Most are not so foolish. They are accustomed to their eternal dusk, and to their poverty, with that sort of long-suffering resignation that is nearly indistinguishable from contentedness.
And of course, some are even more foolish. Some wish to be Bees, and challenge the dangerous roads separating the three great areas, to test themselves against the gaichuu, to prove their heart, to serve the people. To rove in and out of the light at the pleasure of their letters, to own their own day, their own night.
But Mara is the most foolish of all. Mara doesn’t envy the light of Yuusari, doesn’t fear the dark of Yodaka. Doesn’t adore the sun of Akatsuki like some distant goddess. Mara watches the earthbound pricks of starlight that weave ageless tapestries among the rocks and monsters of the trackless wastes: the luminescent staffs of the solitary vagabaonds. She watches these, in their seasonless migrations, and dreams of the day that she, too, will don the heavy gray robe and canvas satchel, doff every layer of every caste of society, and herself become to the world nothing but another wandering light.