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[June 7] [Tales of Zestiria] Memories of Snow
Title: Memories of Snow
Day/Theme: June 7, 2016 "How I lived a childhood in the snow"
Series: Tales of Zestiria
Character/Pairing: Sorey & Mikleo
Rating: G
Comments: Some ending spoilers. Total inanity, but I do like the image of snow in Elysia.
"It snowed in Elysia?" the boy wondered, voice echoing wide with open awe, "Really?" The boy had heard of enough of snow to believe in it by now, in books and listening in on the talk of travelers to make up for his past skepticism. For a while he had taken it as another of his older brother's tricks- ice that fell from the sky in petals? -because, certainly, he had fallen for enough of those jocular lies in his nine years. But this was the first time a wanderer speaking to him directly had brought up the subject.
"Yes," the chattier of the visiting Seraphs replied sincerely, "And for a long portion of the year and sometimes a whole lot- didn't it, Mikleo?" he addressed his thin companion.
Mikleo's responding smile was small, but fond and thick with indulgence. "There was the winter that the snow went on so long you started wondering if it would ever stop, and the winter where you accidentally lost your bowl under the snow until the thaw and had to borrow an offering bowl from Maisen, and the winter when you were so proud that you were finally taller than the tallest snowdrifts- but I wasn't yet…"
"So many?" the boy piped up in response to all this, "Snow every winter?"
"In Elysia," Mikleo said cooly.
"It snows in lots of parts of Hyland and Rolance," Sorey elaborated, "Maybe all of Hyland? I'm not sure. There are fluctuations in temperature and conditions from year to year, so the amount and sort of snow can't be expected to be the same. But in places far enough north or protruding high enough up into the sky, some amount of snow is a definite. And Elysia, high in the mountains, was like that. …It still is like that." Things could change quickly in the world of humans, but the lifespan of the land was nearer to the speed and lifespan of the Seraphim.
This was all a bit much for the boy, in its vagaries regarding regions he had never seen, but Sorey's companionable nature was such that he smiled and nodded along anyway. It was always a pleasure to the boy to hear stories from the travelers who joined their caravan for the trek across the desert, but not all wanderers were equally willing to talk (some of them weren't interested in talking to him- because he was a kid, he supposed- and others just didn't talk much in general) and the quality and substance of their tales also varied, as could be expected within any random grouping of people in this world.
There were exceptions, of course, but the stories told by Seraphs tended to be the boy's favorites. In their long lives they saw so many things and traveled farther than most humans (the boy knew some Seraphs didn't go far from the domain they inhabited, like the Lord of the Land enshrined at the Oasis, but unfamiliar Seraphim had often traveled far to have reached the Red Desert in the first place).
"What does it feel like? Touching snow, I mean?"
"Well, it's cold," Sorey tried to explain, "Umm, think of the coldest water you've ever put your hand in and…"
Mikleo caught his companion's eye for a moment and Sorey smiled wide again. "…And perhaps a demonstration is in order?"
Day/Theme: June 7, 2016 "How I lived a childhood in the snow"
Series: Tales of Zestiria
Character/Pairing: Sorey & Mikleo
Rating: G
Comments: Some ending spoilers. Total inanity, but I do like the image of snow in Elysia.
"It snowed in Elysia?" the boy wondered, voice echoing wide with open awe, "Really?" The boy had heard of enough of snow to believe in it by now, in books and listening in on the talk of travelers to make up for his past skepticism. For a while he had taken it as another of his older brother's tricks- ice that fell from the sky in petals? -because, certainly, he had fallen for enough of those jocular lies in his nine years. But this was the first time a wanderer speaking to him directly had brought up the subject.
"Yes," the chattier of the visiting Seraphs replied sincerely, "And for a long portion of the year and sometimes a whole lot- didn't it, Mikleo?" he addressed his thin companion.
Mikleo's responding smile was small, but fond and thick with indulgence. "There was the winter that the snow went on so long you started wondering if it would ever stop, and the winter where you accidentally lost your bowl under the snow until the thaw and had to borrow an offering bowl from Maisen, and the winter when you were so proud that you were finally taller than the tallest snowdrifts- but I wasn't yet…"
"So many?" the boy piped up in response to all this, "Snow every winter?"
"In Elysia," Mikleo said cooly.
"It snows in lots of parts of Hyland and Rolance," Sorey elaborated, "Maybe all of Hyland? I'm not sure. There are fluctuations in temperature and conditions from year to year, so the amount and sort of snow can't be expected to be the same. But in places far enough north or protruding high enough up into the sky, some amount of snow is a definite. And Elysia, high in the mountains, was like that. …It still is like that." Things could change quickly in the world of humans, but the lifespan of the land was nearer to the speed and lifespan of the Seraphim.
This was all a bit much for the boy, in its vagaries regarding regions he had never seen, but Sorey's companionable nature was such that he smiled and nodded along anyway. It was always a pleasure to the boy to hear stories from the travelers who joined their caravan for the trek across the desert, but not all wanderers were equally willing to talk (some of them weren't interested in talking to him- because he was a kid, he supposed- and others just didn't talk much in general) and the quality and substance of their tales also varied, as could be expected within any random grouping of people in this world.
There were exceptions, of course, but the stories told by Seraphs tended to be the boy's favorites. In their long lives they saw so many things and traveled farther than most humans (the boy knew some Seraphs didn't go far from the domain they inhabited, like the Lord of the Land enshrined at the Oasis, but unfamiliar Seraphim had often traveled far to have reached the Red Desert in the first place).
"What does it feel like? Touching snow, I mean?"
"Well, it's cold," Sorey tried to explain, "Umm, think of the coldest water you've ever put your hand in and…"
Mikleo caught his companion's eye for a moment and Sorey smiled wide again. "…And perhaps a demonstration is in order?"