1st Trial of Cylus during Arc 718
Damnit but it was cold. Vega didn't know whether it was safer when she was cold, but she could only assume that it was and so, she decided, she was going to embrace the cold. Endure the cold. "Love the cold, that's the answer, innit? A'right. Love the cold. Who needs fingers any'ow?" She grumbled to herself and looked at the Scalvoris mountains in front of her. They were impossibly high, incredibly lonely-looking and she sighed. Arlo would be back at the Wanderlust by now. Her leaving the bracelet would hurt him, she knew it would, but she had to hurt him a little or a lot and she had no hesitation about that choice. Anything else was stupid and selfish and Vega wasn't doing that. Nope. Not her, not with him.
"Have you ever considered," Iris said, her familiar's voice the familiar caustic tone. "That as an autonomous human being with the right to self determination, perhaps Arlo would like to make that decision himself?" Vega looked at the rocky outcrop that she was about to start to climb and she smiled to herself, to Iris, really. Then, she started the ascent, turning her feet carefully as she began to walk, making sure that she had the best foothold and grabbing on to things nearby when she could.
She walked that way until she was tired and then she kept walking. "Thing is, Xiur, I don't know what I'm doin' an' I understand what KnowItAll Mc Feathers is sayin', but my Papa always told me. If I don't understand somethin', take it back to the basics. To where I do understand," That was indeed what her father told her and her basics here were simple. If she didn't take control of this situation, Arlo wouldn't let her leave. He'd follow her or something. Every inch of Vega itched and she just couldn't allow herself to stop. So, she was tired and her feet ached, her legs felt like lead and she was more than exhausted. She couldn't stop, though, because then those aches and pains would lessen and the itching and feeling like she was crawling out of her skin would take over.
It took all her self control not to scratch, but she figured that as time went on she'd probably not be able to help it - if it didn't get better, that was. But it was going to get better.
"The thing is, Xiur," she said, shouldering her back and walking. "I don't know 'ow else to protect him. I mean, he's right stubborn he is. He won't listen, an' if I tell 'im, he's gonna get all stupid an' stubborn an' tell me that there's nothin' we can't fix together. But there is." This. Her. They couldn't and she wouldn't let him be part of it. What if, by her choices, he got hurt? Vega knew that it was a real possibility and she swallowed against the sudden hard lump in her throat. Losing concentration she slipped on the icy ground just missing her footing a little. Small stones tumbled down as she scrambled to get her balance and Vega tried not to allow her emotions to overtake her. "It's like that stupid Geoupagus an' his... his.. damnit." There was no point to crying, she knew, no point at all and yet at the thought of the stupid story he'd told her, hot tears fell down her cheeks.
She'd had a plan for that story, after all. That, when her reading and writing were good enough, she was going to write it down for him. As a surprise, as a gift. Scratching her arm, Vega wanted to howl in frustration and fury and pain and she knew that she had to do something. Anything.
The question, of course, was what.
"Have you ever considered," Iris said, her familiar's voice the familiar caustic tone. "That as an autonomous human being with the right to self determination, perhaps Arlo would like to make that decision himself?" Vega looked at the rocky outcrop that she was about to start to climb and she smiled to herself, to Iris, really. Then, she started the ascent, turning her feet carefully as she began to walk, making sure that she had the best foothold and grabbing on to things nearby when she could.
She walked that way until she was tired and then she kept walking. "Thing is, Xiur, I don't know what I'm doin' an' I understand what KnowItAll Mc Feathers is sayin', but my Papa always told me. If I don't understand somethin', take it back to the basics. To where I do understand," That was indeed what her father told her and her basics here were simple. If she didn't take control of this situation, Arlo wouldn't let her leave. He'd follow her or something. Every inch of Vega itched and she just couldn't allow herself to stop. So, she was tired and her feet ached, her legs felt like lead and she was more than exhausted. She couldn't stop, though, because then those aches and pains would lessen and the itching and feeling like she was crawling out of her skin would take over.
It took all her self control not to scratch, but she figured that as time went on she'd probably not be able to help it - if it didn't get better, that was. But it was going to get better.
"The thing is, Xiur," she said, shouldering her back and walking. "I don't know 'ow else to protect him. I mean, he's right stubborn he is. He won't listen, an' if I tell 'im, he's gonna get all stupid an' stubborn an' tell me that there's nothin' we can't fix together. But there is." This. Her. They couldn't and she wouldn't let him be part of it. What if, by her choices, he got hurt? Vega knew that it was a real possibility and she swallowed against the sudden hard lump in her throat. Losing concentration she slipped on the icy ground just missing her footing a little. Small stones tumbled down as she scrambled to get her balance and Vega tried not to allow her emotions to overtake her. "It's like that stupid Geoupagus an' his... his.. damnit." There was no point to crying, she knew, no point at all and yet at the thought of the stupid story he'd told her, hot tears fell down her cheeks.
She'd had a plan for that story, after all. That, when her reading and writing were good enough, she was going to write it down for him. As a surprise, as a gift. Scratching her arm, Vega wanted to howl in frustration and fury and pain and she knew that she had to do something. Anything.
The question, of course, was what.
638 words
Climbing: Slipping on ice and stones
Climbing: Mountains have many hidden obstacles
Climbing: Slipping on ice and stones
Climbing: Mountains have many hidden obstacles
