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[June 6] [Suikoden III] An Icy Winter
Title: An Icy Winter
Day/Theme: June 6, 2016 - "when I think of winter"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Yun & Yuiri
Rating: G
During the coldest winter Yun could remember, many of the trees themselves had seemed like giant icicles, their bark glazed with a gelid coating of frozen sleet. She had stared at this mysterious, only vaguely reflective surface, and wondered what it felt like for the trees in question.
It was as if Yuiri could read her mind. "Don't put your bare hand on that tree," she instructed, stern but fair.
Yun looked at her still-gloved fingers, thoughtful, but not contrite (as she hadn't done anything wrong- at least not yet).
"Your hand would get stuck," her older sister explained, "And it would hurt to pry it away."
"Oh, like when Yumi tried licking one of the pretty chunks of ice from Yayoi's magic class." The discomfort on Yumi's face hadn't been funny at all, but the surprise of the whole incident had been another thing entirely. Though the Spirits scarcely brought word of all upcoming events to Yun ahead of time, the experiences they brought with them- of things both yet to come and those experienced by others (peoples, animals, plants) near or far away- often rendered much of what she did do and see in person a bit tame in comparison.
"Exactly like that," Yuiri agreed.
"Ice is just another shape of water," Yun mused, "But water is soft and ice bites."
"Water is a particularly malleable element," Yuiri put on her lecture-issuing tone (the one that made her sound amusingly similar to Great-Auntie and had, perhaps, been picked up from the venerable chieftain of the village in the first place), "Think of it as like a fox- able to move swiftly and silently and to fit itself through almost any sort of space. And just because a fox's fur is soft doesn't make it any less capable of biting you."
Yun nodded solemnly in response to Yuiri's example, but she couldn't help but think her description was a little bit funny- a fox was still soft even when it was nipping at you; water didn't seem to usually be both soft and sharp at once. (But, then again, in her visions, she had seen a port where chunks of ice bobbed, in their coldest winters, amidst the still-liquid waves-- and Chris had looked at them and pulled her cloak a little closer.)
Day/Theme: June 6, 2016 - "when I think of winter"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Yun & Yuiri
Rating: G
During the coldest winter Yun could remember, many of the trees themselves had seemed like giant icicles, their bark glazed with a gelid coating of frozen sleet. She had stared at this mysterious, only vaguely reflective surface, and wondered what it felt like for the trees in question.
It was as if Yuiri could read her mind. "Don't put your bare hand on that tree," she instructed, stern but fair.
Yun looked at her still-gloved fingers, thoughtful, but not contrite (as she hadn't done anything wrong- at least not yet).
"Your hand would get stuck," her older sister explained, "And it would hurt to pry it away."
"Oh, like when Yumi tried licking one of the pretty chunks of ice from Yayoi's magic class." The discomfort on Yumi's face hadn't been funny at all, but the surprise of the whole incident had been another thing entirely. Though the Spirits scarcely brought word of all upcoming events to Yun ahead of time, the experiences they brought with them- of things both yet to come and those experienced by others (peoples, animals, plants) near or far away- often rendered much of what she did do and see in person a bit tame in comparison.
"Exactly like that," Yuiri agreed.
"Ice is just another shape of water," Yun mused, "But water is soft and ice bites."
"Water is a particularly malleable element," Yuiri put on her lecture-issuing tone (the one that made her sound amusingly similar to Great-Auntie and had, perhaps, been picked up from the venerable chieftain of the village in the first place), "Think of it as like a fox- able to move swiftly and silently and to fit itself through almost any sort of space. And just because a fox's fur is soft doesn't make it any less capable of biting you."
Yun nodded solemnly in response to Yuiri's example, but she couldn't help but think her description was a little bit funny- a fox was still soft even when it was nipping at you; water didn't seem to usually be both soft and sharp at once. (But, then again, in her visions, she had seen a port where chunks of ice bobbed, in their coldest winters, amidst the still-liquid waves-- and Chris had looked at them and pulled her cloak a little closer.)