#the pattern woven with years --- foreseen verse.

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Open starter. Please feel free to reply however you wish. Forty years in the future, the world has changed, and Taliyah with it.

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝, each in their own rhythm and splendor of color and craftsmanship. Small stones just as vibrant hung about the cloths and off them, like asteroids pulled by gravity, softly bumping onto one another in the breeze, clinking like windchimes.

The woman wore marks of age, like a stone beaten by sandy winds. According to nomadic Shuriman wisdom, that was where true virtue and spirit laid, in the layers and sediments that persisted, resilience unfurling in layers each more vibrant than the previous. She knew that all she had survived had sculpted her into this shape; left arm long gone in the jaws of a monster from below, hair greyed, joints aching. She had lost much and changed irrevocably, but oh, how rich she had become, with all the wisdom and memories of a lifetime.

Her lost limb would not be apparent by a glance, but spare more and soon its earthen ridges would be clear as day. She wore this prosthetic held together by her power when she was about on business, outside the comfort of towns she knew well.

She sensed someone's arrival, then; some sound or presence in that wind, tremors across the earth reaching her feet. She turned to face whoever was coming, certain this meeting would be no coincidence.

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Continued. Foreseen verse Yasuo ( @fcrgiven ) and Taliyah.

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 as she set to work on skin and ridges that had become as familiar as her own. In each movement there was tenderness, like resuming to stitch a precious and grand tapestry, like her mother had once lifted and tied her unruly hair. When she was younger, she would frown while mending her Master's wounds, out of worry for his well being, out of anger for his tendency to drift into danger. Now, she had witnessed this cycle enough times to accept it, and her expression was gentle and steady, like her handiwork.

This ritual had remained the same over the years, just like her Master's sword had remained by his side. In their lifetimes, the world had not changed enough for him to put it down, or for Taliyah to put down her needle. They had traveled the world many times, and many times thought it would be their last. They had been known as many things, but they were still Master and student. The world was still unbalanced, and they tried not to trip in its tremors. Great Weaver, she tended to ask these days, what is fate, but a row of stitches, each so alike the previous?

There was much good in that pattern too, beside the dark. In its weave threaded many happy memories, wisdom and love colored blue like the well-worn scarf she used to know many years ago, red that followed it and learnt to fly across the canvas. Her and Yasuo had always complemented each other, in the way the stone and wind learn from one another.

When the mending was done and Yasuo rose to regard her, smiling with warmth that had not reached so deep many years ago, Taliyah knew that her Master had learnt and grown beside her. Their mutual teacher was apparent, as Yasuo embraced her and kissed her forehead, as she returned the embrace. It was apparent as he voiced what had made them much more than student and Master. He spoke that simple thing which had taught them the most and made them friends, family.

Taliyah could've told him that her love for him was as deep as the earth and as vast as the sky. That it grew in her each day and wove itself into the very tapestry of her life. Instead, she raised her one good hand to his cheek and replied simply, ❛ You know I love you very much. ❜ Then, in the next moment, she was a fledgling again, having her hair ruffled. Normalcy was returning, and she knew to value it these days.

❛ Lunch sounds good. You need to regain your strength. Those scrapes might still bring a fever later on, but I hope not. ❜

There was that urge again, to frown and condemn the cause of those wounds that now threatened her dear friend. But she knew she didn't have to, for her Master to learn his lesson. A playful smile was creeping onto her features instead, as she found some humor to latch onto.

❛ I think we better listen to what you want. The body knows what it needs to recover. ❜