#meme || misterican memories

[shiroi---kumo]

Misterican Memories || Accepting

expressionbean asked:

⏰ + Sumu

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── "Smoke him out. I don't care what you have to do to get that little coward to show his face. The kingdom is already crumbling and it is his job to save us. So make him perform his sacred duty. Whatever it takes."

Cold eyes narrow down on the clergymen before him with a frown hanging on pale lips. The Kingdom was crumbling. Misterica in all her glory is falling into the deep dark that is spreading out from the sacred pillar. If something isn't done soon they'll all be lost and that damnable boy is nowhere to be found. 

He blames Aurinko for this. He blames Kuu. He blames himself too for not doing something about that wretched woman sooner because if not for her, he could have swayed the King by now and the boy would have completed his duty in battle against the demon gunman. 

If not for that, none of this would ever be happening. If not for her, he could have truly taken control of Aurinko ages ago. Then the boy, for as insufferable as he was, wouldn't have been able to refuse him. 

He should have been rid of them ages ago. The brat and his mother. Aurinko and Kuu must have whisked the boy to safety because for some inane reason they insist on protecting him. That doesn't make any sense. The boy should be protecting Misterica. The last thing their Holy Savior needed right now or any other time was to be coddled but that wretched woman ruined the Celestial Mother's vessel by giving him independence and choice. 

Now the boy thinks for himself and not the greater good. Now the boy thinks of himself as normal, which is the last thing he was in any sense of the word. How dare they take him from his sacred duty at a time like this?!

For being servants of the Misterican people, this is a betrayal at its highest form. The Royal Family should be bowing their heads but instead they have whisked the boy off to hide him from his fate. Undoubtedly those cowards are trying to avoid their duty. This is why his family has been taking on the task of trimming back the rot over these long to be sure that whomever was taking the seat of power was actually befitting of the position. 

Misterica should come before all else and that includes their wretched lives. 

Aurinko and Kuu were just children when they took the seats of power, and they were never fit to lead. He had assumed that the boy would have been easier to control considering how young their precious King of the Eclipse was when he took on the mantle of their true Lord, but he had that damnable woman on one side and he had Kenraali Taivas on the other. Both of them stepped out of their bounds and became far too much of an obstacle when it called for properly controlling Aurinko’s actions. 

Cold eyes can only narrow further as the men before him start to file out of the room a little bit at a time, lips to parting as teeth clench together as silver toned mist floods from between them as he growls. 

 “NOW! Find that boy NOW! I don’t CARE what hole you have to drag him out of! His life belongs to Misterica! He’s never had the will to choose his own fate! Drag him out to force him to perform his duty. I don’t care what happens to him, but we’ll all die if he continues to hide like a coward. Burn the kingdom down if you must. It’s already crumbling and it’s all his fault. He’s failed us all and disgraced Lady Tiamat with his actions. What kind of vessel runs from his sacred duty? He was never our Savior to begin with. The prophecy chose the wrong boy.”

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Misterican Memories || Accepting

Anonymous asked:

⏰ + Chaos' invasion of Misterica because you know I had to

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ It all just keeps getting darker.....

Everything time he looks to the sky now all he sees is dead black. This must be the Dragon Lord's coming and he didn't know how he was supposed to stand against this when Lady Tiamat has never told him how.

Usva is dead and he doesn't know what has become his teachers. He can't find Revon either and it's been a few days. Even Usva's teachers seem to have gone missing and he can only pray that none of them were swept up in the torrential winds or that ever expanding dark.

That Musta Pilari has sprung to life on them without warning and it just has to be - it has to be that of Lord Bahamut - isn't it? No. It's something else.

Lady Tiamat is very adamant within the space of his mind that her brother is not the cause of this and nor is Windaria. She keeps calling it The Great Calamity but he doesn't know what she means by that. She keeps telling him he needs to be mindful of himself because he is without His Other but he still doesn't even begin to understand what she means by all this Find your Other nonsense.

She tells him that if the Great Dark finds him, then he's going to be in trouble so he should keeps his wits about him as long as he's alone. Well he doesn't have anyone else. He doesn't know where Mother and Father have gone off to. Usva is dead. Revon is missing and so are his teachers.

He already is alone, so he doesn't know what she's expecting of him.

It takes a large show of skill on his part to manage to not get whipped around in the winds and land on the capital island that has yet to topple from the skies like so many others had. This was the most, he'd ever seen of the Kingdom as a whole and it had to be when the Musta Pilari was busy tearing everything he's ever known as loved limb from limb.

The trees were being shredded like paper as the ground peels apart like the rind on a kastemeloni. The sky has been stained with black ink and the clouds have long since faded away from within it. Remants of the old ruins and the fallen islands are being tossed amongst the winds, as Misterica herself cries out. The Celestial Mother is weeping within him.

She is practically begging him to find his Other because he cannot hope to stand against this without this person.

But she's not the only one he hears begging.

One of the members of the church. One of the higher members, Harmaa Myrsky, has him by the wrist before he has time to register it and the man is weeping.

"Your Eminence." He cries. "Spare me please. Please pardon my Mist by the Celestial Mother's light. Save us from our transgressions so we may be accepted back within the skies."

And it takes everything in his power not to yank his wrist back as he listens and watches this man beg and fall to his knees as he continues to weep.

"Transgressions? What exactly have you done?"

The man gasps as terror fills his eyes and he shakes his head.

"I - we - the papisto - we - I am sorry, Your Eminence - it was the Piipsa's idea. It always has been. It was always his call and he said it was for the betterment of - of Misterica! We- Forgive me, Your Eminence!!!"

He doesn't have time for this and the vague way this man is begging so the lunar royal is yanking his wrist free only to snap his hand forward and take the man by the collar and drag him in close as he growls.

"What was the Piipsa's idea? What has Sumu done? Out with it!"

The man trembles in his whole as he looks deep into jade eyes with terror as if he is looking at the Celestial Mother, herself.

"Forgive me, Celestial Mother. He said it would bring purity to the world and it was our duty to make sure Misterica also had a fit and proper ruler. "

"OUT WITH IT!!!"

His patience is wearing thin and he no longer has time for this man's games when he needs to find Mother and Father. He's giving the man a good shake to make his point as he snarls and mist pours out from clenched teeth.

"The Royal Family!" He shouts in fear. "The Piipsa has been pruning away the weak ones to make sure our ruler is truly fit! Long before the Piipsa. His Father and his father long before him! I - I don't know how long! I'm sorry, Your Eminence. Please spare me! "

He's throwing the man to the ground as he pulls his hand back and both hands ball into fists. A scream tears from his lungs as Mist pours out of like a dragon's breath of hot fury. Myrsky remains frozen in place only for a click to fill the space between them and the Maken rises from it's master's belt as if possessed by a will all it's own.

"I-It's true. " He stammers in fear, as he watches a small pale hand come down on the hilt and he cries. "Please My Lord! Spare me!"

"WHERE IS HE?!"

It's a violent yell as jade fades out and white replaces their color with an eerie glow.

"C-T-The Celestial Mother - L- Lady Tiamat f-forgive me." He's throwing himself to the ground, to bow before the visage of his Goddess reborn.

"WHERE IS HE?!" The Holy Vessel bellows again as he points his weapon towards the man as if to make his point. A turn of his wrist and the blade glows and transforms before the man's eyes to become the truth of all they have worshipped for all these years.

"I - I don't know! Forgive me, My Lord! Lady Tiamat I beg you!"

There is a low growl as white pours out of the body before him in wrathful plumes.

"Useless!"

He hisses as his blood threatens to boil.

"I'll find him MYSELF!!! Get out of my sight and PRAY that the skies will still take you!! I don't want anything to do with your filthy Mist! You're a disgrace on all that represents that of the Celestial Mother!!! Now GO!!!"

It doesn't take another word for the man to find a way to scramble to his feet and run from the scene leaving the heir to the Blood of Salvation to find the man that had scorned his family for the last time.

[shiroi---kumo]

@dont-call-me-a-lyre asked:

⏰ + makea meloni

All he can remember is the sound of Usva laughing. He was only four years old and he hadn't known any better. He did but he liked to play that card whenever he could. The problem with having a toddler that could fly, is good luck keeping them out of the things they wanted. That thing happened to be Makea Meloni.

He could smell it no matter where he went in the palace and it had been driving him crazy all day. He kept asking Mother if he could have some but she told him no, every time - so late that night he carefully slipped out of his room and down the hall and quietly into the palace kitchen where he looked and raided until he found the thing he was looking for.

Tiny four year old hands carefully using a knife for the first time, and doing a poor job at making even slices - not that it mattered anyhow. He was going to eat all of his bounty, and he did. With his tiny little bare hands he did and he sat there to make an absolute mess of himself - only to be found first by his brother before anyone else.

Usva had grabbed him by the hand and drug him into his room and that's when his brother just started laughing. Laughing as hard as he could at only eight years old. Laughing and holding his stomach for a moment as he did so until he could get ahold of his proper composure.

"Mother and Father are going to have your hide." He exclaimed through his fit of giggles. "You're an absolutely mess Pikkuveli. What were you thinking? There's no way to hide this. You're in so much trouble."

White brows could only upturn at this declaration before jade eyes began to well up and soon the dam was overflowing as he cried. The sound of this had summoned the knight who had been searching the halls for his missing charge, and soon there was a set of worried pink eyes framed by green hair looked down at the boy of white stained purple.

"Your Highness." He sighed. "Highness, you just could not resist it, could you? Thank You for finding him for me, Usva." Revon bows as he leans down to gather the child of white up into his arms. "My Liege, I would much rather you come ask me for such a thing instead of trying to do so yourself. You're much too young to be trying to do such a thing on your own."

He can still see the look on the knight's face as he worked carefully to try to scrub his stained skin clean. A reddish hue taking over pale hands and pale cheeks.

He didn't seem mad though. No. Not Revon. He seemed disappointed but not upset. Not as mad as Father had been the next morning....

[shiroi---kumo]

Misterican Memories || Accepting

@paradoxeyed asked:

⏰ [Time for Faelux's Echo to do it's thing :'D]

He's scared to ask him but he has to. Usva told him he won't listen to it anymore and that he needs to just wisen up and approach the situation directly. Usva told him he can't run from it forever, but yet here he is - running from it. He doesn't want to talk to Mother because then that means she'll know he heard but then at the same time if he talks to Father, she'll know anyways.

He just wants to know what they were fighting about. It's not often he hears Mother yell and in all honesty Father does raise his voice much either. But they both sounded so angry and it only happened after Father had another meeting with the Piipsa and the Arkkipiispa. Anytime he goes to see them he never comes back quite the same. He - can't talk to Mother. She won't tell him the truth.

He can already see her face, and those painted purple lips pulling into a soft fake smile telling him 'Please don't worry my Snow Cloud, your Father and I were just having a disagreement.' and if it was about him then there's really no way he's getting the truth out of her. She will do anything and everything in her power to protect her Snow Cloud and her Morning Mist. She swears the woman would bring entire armies down with her own hands if it meant that she could spare her sons from a life of hardship and battle.

But - that's impossible. Usva is the most skilled swordsman Misterica has ever seen and he - he is the demon swordsman - there's no way to keep them from the battle. It would find them one day whether they liked it or not. The ceasefire would not last forever. He could see that in the way Father's face grows tense with every passing day.

He knows, it's about him. He knows whatever fight occurred is about him because the only thing he could make out of it was his parents and two very distinct sentences.

"He's sixteen now, Kuu." "I don't care how old he is, Aurinko. He's still our son."

He couldn't hear the rest of the conversation because Usva had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away from the door. Usva had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away telling him that Opettaja Aamunkoitto was looking for him but what were Mother and Father talking about?

They weren't considering making him fight with the Demon Gunman were they? Windaria had their champion already did they not? With all the rumors and the stories he'd been told they had to have. So he needed to just suck it up and do what Usva told him and approach the situation directly. He needed to just ask Father what he was so upset and get it over with.

Hopefully he won't upset him.

Small hands knock and then push against the door of his Father's study. Golden eyes look up from their work to meet jade and a smile stretches across their owner's face.

"Ah, Pilvi. What is it, my son?"

"Father... may I speak to you for a moment?"

"Of course."

[shiroi---kumo]

Misterican Memories || Accepting

@founderkings asked:

⏰

"Really now Your Highness, will you please sit up correctly? This is most unbecoming."

There is a sigh from the man in blue, a long pink braid swaying behind him as he crosses his arms over his chest and adjusts his glasses. The boy in question groans, moving himself around to readjust himself in his seat only to flop forward and bury his face in his arms that have crossed over themselves on the table's surface.

"Your Highness." The man sounds again, voice a little firmer than before.

To which the boy groans again but refuses to move. A muffled sound only leaves him as he speaks.

"But I'm tired." He whines.

"I understand you are tired, Highness, but you must get through your lessons and accomplish the goals we have sat for the day. You can sleep when you get to see Valo for the day, he's far more lenient on you than I am. I won't be made to suffer your whining, Prince Pilvi. Now I will not ask you again, Highness. Sit properly. This is hardly any way for someone of your station to be acting."

There's a low groan and a face made towards the man of pink, jade eyes rolling almost all the way back to the teenager's skull as he forces himself to set upright and pulls his seat around so he can be presenting himself properly.

"Yes, Opettaja Aamunkoitto." He groans out as he continues to give the elder man a face before looking down at the open book before him and back up at his professor. "You're right though, Opettaja Valo is nicer than you are."

It's a bold statement but the man in question seems unphased. Instead the book in his hand snaps closed upon the end of the sentence and a pair of pink eyes meet jade - practically leveling with them just so the teenager is sure to understand each and every word he's about to say.

"Well it just so happens, Your Highness, that I'm not getting paid to be nice to you. I'm getting paid to make sure you get a proper education. I'm not here to be your friend, I'm here to make sure you learn the proper workings of the government so should the time come that you assume the throne you can lead us all to the best of your ability. Focus, Your Highness. This isn't just for you but the future of all Misterica."

The teenager groans again.

"Yeah but ... being my friend wouldn't hurt anything."

"Your Highness."

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Misterican Memories || Accepting

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ He's setting in Revon's arms as he usually was nearly every morning after they ate breakfast. He had a few hours of playtime with Setä Sinfonia and Isoveli but Revon said they had to go now because he had someone new to meet. But who though? Revon said they were very special and he hoped that he would like them very much, so does that mean he's about to get some special friends too? He wants special friends like Isoveli had....

He wants special friends that are all his own.

So the prince of white is settling himself down into his guard's arms as they make their way through the palace, to an unused side that isn't too far off from the place where Setä Sinfonia teaches Isoveli music. No one lives over here and it's full of rooms that no one ever goes into so why would they be over here. Revon must know. Revon knows everything.

They're turning and pushing a door open, only for the space to be filled with things he didn't even know where here. It looks like a classroom and jade eyes fill up the sight of a man that calls out to him.

"Päivä tervehtii, Highness." he sounds in a soft but gentle voice that carries a bit of a tang behind it unlike anything he's ever heard before.

"Would you like to read with me today? We can color if you like."

The child is nodding quickly as he removes himself from his seat in his guard's arms and floats over to this man in a green coat with pale orange hair.

"Joo." The child drones out as his eyes grow wide to take in the sight of this stranger? A friend? Does he get fun friends too now?

"I'm Pilvi." He sounds with excitement.

"Well, Hauska tavata, Pilvi. I'm Valo and if you'd like for now on I'm going to be your teacher."

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Misterican Memories || Accepting

@dont-call-me-a-lyre asked:

⏰ + Aurinko (positive memory)

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ He simply cannot find Mother and Revon is also missing. It's taken a good amount of effort to get away from Safiirin to go look for them but at the end of it all he's failed quite miserably when trying to do so. He just wants Revon, and he doesn't know where his ever faithful Knight has disappeared to.

So against his better judgement the boy is creaking open the door to his father's study to perhaps inquire where they've gone off to before Safiirin and Isoveli catch up to him to prevent him from bothering their Lord with his inane six year old questions.

"Father?" A small voice chirps as he pokes his head inside, slightly pushing the door open only wide enough that he could float his way through the crack. "Father do you know - "

"Pilvi?" The Lord's voice chimes as golden eyes are looking up from the word before him to pierce straight into jade green. "What is it, my boy? Aren't you supposed to be with Safiirin?"

So, he knew then. There is a small nod of a head of snow as eyes look to the floor as if he is in trouble again.

"Yes, Father but I - I slipped away from her to look for Revon and I cannot find him or Mother - so I was just wondering."

The pen in the elder's hand is sat down on the desk before him as a frown hangs on pale lips for a moment before the man swings his arm back to pat the side of his arm rest as if to signal for the boy to come over.

A small body of white is floating slowly towards the elder only to be plucked from the air upon being close enough and he is then swung around and settled down in his father's lap.

"Pilvi I cannot help you look for your Mother. She is probably talking with Miss Palo because Revon was feeling unwell so we sent him to bed. That was why you were supposed to be with Safiirin, young man."

His head falls upon the end of his father's words but a large hand is in his hair giving his head a good firm scrub and it's hard to think you're in trouble at such an action - and it's hard not to lean into it as well.

"So how about you just stay with me instead?" Aurinko suggests and the moonlit jade lights up brighter than they ever have before.

"Really? I can?" He sounds in excitement as the boy makes himself comfort, only to have the King looking about is study for a moment in response. Large hands are lifting the boy again, setting him up on the desk for the moment as he rises.

"Yes. You can, but let me change a few things first. You just set right there for the time being." And he's floating over to the door of his study to poke his head out. "Taivas can you come in here for a moment to help me with something?"

"Of course, Your Majesty. What do you require?"

The King of Misterica stands only for a moment pointing at pieces of furniture around his study as if he is discussing how he wishes to rearrange things and he does not stop until the two of them have rearranged his entire study with the small couch in the room now resting behind his desk.

"There. Now there's plenty of space. You can stay with me while I finish this paperwork. Are you sure you'd like to be here, Pilvi? It won't be very fun." His father explains as the boy floats his way down to settle on the couch next to him.

The boy of snow however just curls up next to his father and leans against him as he closes his eyes for the moment. He never gets to spend time with father like this and he doesn't mind if father works. Just being close to him is enough and the Lord doesn't seem to mind as a hand comes down to scrub through his hair once more before the youngest son of the royal family falls asleep.

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Misterican Memories || Accepting

@founderkings asked:

⏰

"Mother! Mother!"

"Father! Father!"

The panic in is voice is made plain as the prince races through the palace as quickly as he's able searching every room he comes to in a fright looking for the Mistericans in question. He can't find them. He can't find them and the skies are growing dark. He can't find them and the grounds are shaking. The sky islands quake as the grounds of Misterica herself tremble.

The skies are growing so dark and he's starting to not be able to see a thing. He has to find them. He has to find them before something terrible happens. He doesn't know what is happening but he has to find them. He has to find -

"Pilvi!"

He stops dead in mid flight as he turns to see red eyes glaring back at him and a body that is as equally red floating over to him as quickly as it's able. A hand comes down to take his and pull.

"Pilvi what are you doing? You can't be here. It's too dangerous. Everyone else has already left the palace. What happens if it collapses? The rest of the workers are leaving right now, so you should too."

"But Usva? What are we going to do? Where are we going to go? What's going on? Where are Mother and Father?"

"They're looking for you idiot. They're both racing through the entire capital looking for your heavy headed ass. I told them I would search the palace for you, and lo'n'behold here you are. Now move, we can't be here. The sky islands won't stay up forever and we need to be off of them before they fall."

"FALL? What do you mean fall?! Usva they can't just fall out of the sky! Usva what is happening?!"

"I will explain to you what we know on the way, now move Pilvi. If anything happens to either of us Mother will lose her mind. We all named a place to meet, so come on."

A small pale hand twists to lace his fingers into his brother's gripping it tightly so they can't be separated in the midst of their race to get out of the palace before something terrible happens.

It's all getting so dark....

[shiroi---kumo]

Memories of Mist || Accepting

@areapermostcapricious asked:

☁️☁️ + astronomy

"Kuu on äitimme lahja." He sounds dragging up sounds from the back of his throat as he speaks. Sounds that are normally lacking in his usual speech.

"It means, The Moon is our Mother's Gift. We actually named our moon 'Äidin Katse' and that means 'Mother's Gaze', it meant that she was watching over us from over head. "

It's a short explanation as his lips drag out into a smile. Jade lights and he looks to the other man with a presence burning inside him that is much livelier than his standard presence.

"By Mother I mean, the Celestial Mother, Lady Tiamat. Not my mother, though my Mother's name was Kuu. The Celestial Mother is responsible for the heavens and they are her blessing to us, her children - the Children of the Mist and honestly the Children of the Soil just as well.

Mistericans worship the Moon. It is representative of our Celestial Mother just as the Sun is representative of Lord Bahamut, though I did not know that growing up. "

There is a pause in his words as his eyes turn skyward and his hands raise to motion to the grand canvas that is the inky sky above them.

"I love - looking at the stars. We had a festival that happened every three years called 'Putoavat Tähdet'. It means 'Falling Stars'. Every three years we would see them dancing in the heavens and so we would hold a grand festival and dance below.

I am ...infatuated with the sky. Nothing holds my heart tighter. It is just as alive as we are, and feels emotions just as we do. Why else would it rage with storms or grieve with rains? I am a Sky Child, just a small fragment of it's glory given flesh. The sky made sentient. That is all I am, a living cloud. So the stars? They may as well be brothers and I love each and every one of them."

[shiroi---kumo]

Memories of Mist || Always Accepting

@words-by-theo asked:

bringing a meme up sorry. i want More Details. craving kumo content fr yk??

☁️ ☁️ + how do you feel about your brother?

"Of isoveljeni? Of Usva? I love him. I mean, things between us grew complicated but still I adore him. It wasn't his fault. Usva was my best friend. He was my first and only friend for the longest time. I wasn't allowed to leave the palace without permission and Revon had to accompany me at all times. I was tutored privately, so I didn't have much in the way of making friends .

So Usva was the obvious choice for companionship. He's my older brother. I idolized him. I still do in a way. I wanted to do everything he did and I wanted him to be proud of me. Usva was my harshest critic. He was one of the only people in my life who didn't put me on a pedestal for being born of this color. He couldn't have cared less what color my Mist was. To him I was simply pikkuveli, his Snowflake.

I was never anything less or more than that. He used to tell me that I was "pikkuveljeni first and holy vessel second." He was the only one I had to talk to that was anywhere near my own age. Otherwise it was either Revon or Opettaja Valo. Mother occasionally but never Father. I was surrounded by adults my entire life, so naturally I acted like them. Usva was the only example I had to being a child and he was an example.

We did everything together and when it came to causing trouble I was always his second. Usva was extremely mischievous and I would do just about whatever he asked of me. I was near always the one left on watch when he needed someone to have his back because my hearing is at least twice as good as his was and he knew it. So he used that natural advantage whenever he could.

Usva was... my stability. I could talk to him about anything and he'd never judge me. He was always there when I had nightmares and he would set and listen when I was scared or lonely. Right before the ritual of the Holy Blade, he was the only one who really listened to me. I don't know if I would have been able to get through it if it hadn't been for Usva. He talked me through the whole thing.

'Just like flying' he said and I have held those words in my heart ever since. Anytime I need to face something difficult that is what I remind myself 'Just like flying'. I can overcome anything if I just remember the way Usva has always stood at my side. He's always always been there for me. He's the strongest swordsman I know and never have I ever seen someone as skilled with a blade in my life.

One day... I'll catch up to him. One day, he'll be proud of me."

[shiroi---kumo]

Memories of Mist || Accepting      

@hawksights​​​ is curious about Misterica:

☁️☁️ "I know you've translated our ranks into Misterican, but... do our names translate over too? How would we say our names in your language?"

“How do I explain this? Your ranks are easier because military rank is engrained in me by way of the knights and well I have had military around me since the day I was born. We all had assigned guards on top of regular palace guards so addressing one by rank is nearly second nature to me.  

As for your names I suppose I would need to know their meanings in order to translate them.  We were all named in a rather literal sense. My father’s name was Scarlet Sun and my mother’s Amethyst Moon. My older brother’s name was Red Mist, but to be honest it feels a bit strange to call him that. My mind will always default to Usva over all else. Usva means Mist. To call any of them those names feels odd honestly and they probably would have given me an odd look for doing so.” 

He laughs for a moment as his lips stretch out into a smile. 

“I can speak your name with my tongue however. We speak with much more of our throats than Wonderlandian requires. Your name would be said Riza (ree-sa). We tend to roll our Rs a bit more and I’m speaking... “ 

His hands are to press spread fingers on his sides of his neck directly under his ears and jaw line. 

“... from here and I’m rolling my tongue against the top of my mouth when I speak the R at the beginning. Does that make sense? If I knew what your names meant I could translate them into Misterican, but to simply speak them - adding our pronunciation is the best I have. ” 

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Memories of Mist || Accepting 

@thedragonofmajima​ asked:

☁️☁️

“Sleeping alone was... strange for me for the longest time. Despite being four years older than me, Usva and I were close. Sneaking into Mother and Father’s room when I had nightmares proved difficult and Father was never one to wake well. Mother would always scoop me up into her arms and keep me close whenever she heard me wake in tears or a fright but Father always took a few moments to even realize what was happening. 

He was always so grouchy the next day and I never understood why. I was too young to. Mother doted on me but Father, he was busy ruling a kingdom - how could I blame him when he had to deal with the Religious Council all day? Because of Father’s drop in mood, Usva took it upon himself to try to calm me when I would wake from awful dreams.  You wouldn’t think I would have had many living the pampered life I did but I often dreamt about messing up scriptures or Mother and Father being disappointed in me when I had failed at something. 

I often dreamt of failing and being rejected by the Celestial Mother. So I would wake in a fit of tears and before I realized it Usva became the one to get to me first - fast enough that Mother hadn’t even heard her Snow Cloud’s tears. 

So I slept next to Usva often.  Just having a hand to hold would calm me down. I like the feeling of another body next to me so I know I’m not alone. I did as a child and I still do now. It’s not strange to sleep next to your family or your friends in my culture by the way. We all did it. It’s a comradery sort of thing, if you will. 

Usva grew used to my appearances well into my teens, and even if he would tease me relentlessly, he still shifted over and let me lay down next to him. He didn’t even need to do anything. It was just a comfort to have him there. Usva almost always held my hand regardless - even when I was teenager, he never stopped. 

I can still hear him scolding me about how ‘It’s easier if I just let you sleep here instead of you bothering Mother and Father all the time. You’re such a baby, Snowflake.’  I think he called me a crybaby most of our lives. It makes me wonder what he would have said now if we had had the time to actually talk. I miss him. I miss being his Snowflake. I hope he knows that, even with whatever he’s become now.” 

[shiroi---kumo]

Don’t Chase The Rabbit || Accepting

@dragonwished​ asked:

Don't chase the rabbit!

“Mother! Mother!”  

The sound of a small boy yelling is echoing off of crystalline walls. There are no sounds of footsteps as the boy flies quickly through the halls of the palace that surrounds him and he quickly dodges around some of the staff working along the way.  There’s joy in his voice as he continues to zip along until he comes to a halt, floating in front of a woman made up of pure amethyst excluding the white tips of the horns poking out from her long river of violet. 

“Yes, what’s the matter my Snow Cloud?”  She sounds with raised brows and smiling lips. 

“Brother! Brother summoned the sword dragon! Come see! Come see!”  The excitement in the boy’s voice is made plain as small hands move to take the older woman by the hand and he pulls.  

There’s a small chuckle that leaves her as she too allows her feet to leave the ground but she’s pulling  the boy backwards and into her arms to squeeze him close for a moment. Her head dips to place a quick kiss against his head before she releases him again and lets the body of white pull her along. 

“Mooooooooother! Quickly!” He whines for moment as he pulls. 

“I’m coming, Snow Cloud. I’m right behind you.” She lightly chuckles again. 

“Mooother! You’ll miss it! Hurry Hurry!”   

She can only smile as she follows after her very excited youngest son. 

[shiroi---kumo]

Memories of Mist || Accepting  

@hawksights​ wants to know: 

☁️☁️ "What was it like for everyone learning how to fly?"

“Flying? It’s different for all of us. Most Mistericans learn to fly by the time they are four or five years of age. I was flying by the time I was three. It’s a natural function I suppose. It’s hard to describe to someone who can’t feel the sensation - no offense. 

I don’t really remember when I learned, I was quite young and it’s been some time now. Mother says it just happened naturally. I have always been fond of her and she would tell me how she laid me down for a nap but I refused to sleep. She said she tried to leave the room but before she realized it I was floating over to her, albeit quite uncoordinated. 

Flying is almost like breathing in a sense. It’s just a natural function we all can perform for the most part. We are what my people referred to as Sky Children. We are born of the sky so it’s only natural that we can rise to it. Flying requires focus and energy to do so. It appears effortless but I promise that is because I am heavily trained. 

Flying is a natural function of the Misterican body, it’s the same as running or walking for us except we all have several years of flight school we must attention when we are children. I had to do yet more years of it with my training as a Royal Knight. I am trained for combat both in and out of the air after all. 

Even floating requires my focus. Schooling teaches us balance and coordination. It teaches us control of stopping and gaining speed. Most Misterican have a top speed of around one hundred miles per hour but some of us can get up to two. I can fly much faster than that at my top speeds but it’s extremely exhausting and I can’t do it for long periods. Basically the faster I fly the more stamina it consumes at a faster rate.  Does that make sense?

My training as a Knight took it further because it taught combat but also safety. It taught us how to catch an injured comrade if they were falling in the skies and how to have complete control over our ability to stop.  Flight safety was something we took extremely seriously. “

[shiroi---kumo]

Memories of Mist || Accepting

@knightshonour​ asked:

☁️☁️

“We used to have the most grand festivals and I always looked forward to them every year. I was only allowed to attend however if I was with Revon and a few other of our guards. I was never allowed to attend the main function however. There were too many people and Mother and Father were too afraid something would happen. Besides Piipsa Sumu would have lost his mind if he ever heard tale of me being allowed to mix with the main population. 

Due to my being well - a genetic anomaly - there was no hiding who I was and honestly, Usva - my older brother had much the same problem. My version of it was only much worse. Mistericans are all born of a certain color you see, and no, Rowan, I don’t mean our skin tone. I mean the colors of our souls. They were reflected on our persons and in our Mist. They were normally reflected on our persons by our hair color and sometimes our eye color. I was the only Misterican in the history of my people to be born of the color White. 

My older brother - Usva - he - he was also in a bit of a bind if he wanted to sneak out because his hair and his eye color was a brilliant Red, and in my culture Red is the color of Royalty. Most of the Kings that have served my people were some shade of the color - my father included. Father’s hair was a burning Scarlet... and my grandfather a deep Crimson.  I have... a fondness for red hair. 

So that being said, Brother and I couldn’t have snuck out if we tried. Not to mix with main population anyway. I snuck out plenty to go exploring, I just learned quickly to keep my hair covered and not to let anyone see me. Sometimes this Mist came in handy when you wanted to be a mischievous kid. ” He laughs at the end of his words as a grand smile grows on his face, fondness reflecting in jade eyes. 

“If anyone had found us out at a part of the festivals we weren’t supposed to see us at, they would have known us in an instant. Both of the Eclipse Princes had an unmistakable appearances. There’s no way we would have gotten away with it.  What we could attend was fun though. I always loved the festivals because we got to wear the ceremonial clothing and we got to dance. If there’s one thing I miss... it’s dancing.”