Whoa, I'm not the only one who ships this? Awesomesauce!
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His staff was raised in the light of Ply. Blue light glowed as it surrounded Matthew, glistening white around him. It was a warm blanket, a cocoon, wrapped about Matthew. Moments later, as if in tandem, there was the light of a well aimed Cure Well.
Tyrell swiped his axe, finishing off the wolf creatures who had been ready to spring, their gaping maws dripping with saliva and wishing to gnaw on their bones.
"You two have issues," Karis declared, her arms crossed. "It's like all you did in battle was heal each other. Hello, multiple healing here? I could've used Shine Plasma if I knew you guys were going to take care of each other."
Rief shifted from one foot to the other. "Apologies. The Mercury clan doesn't read minds. Though it would be fascinating..."
"It's overrated, to be honest," Karis said. "Especially when you accidentally read something about yourself."
She gave a pointed look at Tyrell, but he failed to notice, as usual.
"I think I was the only one attacking, here," Tyrell said. He drew his boot over the ground where the monsters had been before. Flecks of gold mica from the stones greeted him. "I think I gotta second that issues stuff."
Matthew rolled his eyes skyward.
Rief pushed his glasses up. "I believe this is a perfect example of the idiom 'like the pot calling the kettle black'.
"What do you mean? We don't look like kitchenware at all!" Tyrell said.
Rief and Matthew just stared at him. Tyrell stared back, missing the point entirely.
"You're such an idiot," Karis sighed. She stomped off, and they followed at a slight distance. It was always a good idea to keep out of the range of her staff when Tyrell had put her into such a state.
*
Rief had evacuated to the nearest library upon coming to the town. Libraries had that effect on him, and Kraden as well. Nowell was less enamored of them, perhaps because her teacher and brother would talk endlessly of facts and figures all the way back, or go and be lost in their own little worlds.
Rief wasn't quite as clumsy as others made him out to be. Sure, he had tripped once or twice while reading and walking (his sister was always reprimanding him for that particular issue – Kraden never had, for he did the same thing) but he could walk without tripping, and he could battle without getting knocked out. Lately, Matthew didn't seem to see this, however. Rief was a bit perturbed by this, truth be told. He knew the bonds between the trio were tight, and he was in essence, an outsider who had come with a shaky start, but he thought he would have surely proved himself by now. However, Matthew was still treating him like glass. From his habit of killing the monsters just as they were striking, even taking damage himself, to healing him even when Karis could do the job. Once, he'd even dove in the way and taken the blow for Rief.
However, fighting with the leader would only lead to stress and hardship. So, as always, he lost himself in books. His mother had confessed that whenever hardships or the group drove her crazy, she thought of a calming place. Rief had assumed that it would involve waterfalls and mountain streams, but was surprised – and perhaps a little alarmed – to find her calming place involved brutal mediums of torture to whatever was the problem of the moment.
As for Rief's calming place, inside or out, it was a library. Whenever his sister, or the group got to him, he would close his eyes and breathe in deep, imagining the slightly musty scent of the opened books. The place would be all quiet, with dust motes in the air, through the filtered light of the small windows.
This library was almost a perfect facsimile to the library of his mind which he meditated upon. He stepped languidly through, and ran his fingers over the gilded titles as he went. He settled in the middle of the room, curled in a corner with his nose in a book, when he heard the voices rising. He looked up from over his Gathered Histories of Weyard.
Discoveries 1
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His staff was raised in the light of Ply. Blue light glowed as it surrounded Matthew, glistening white around him. It was a warm blanket, a cocoon, wrapped about Matthew. Moments later, as if in tandem, there was the light of a well aimed Cure Well.
Tyrell swiped his axe, finishing off the wolf creatures who had been ready to spring, their gaping maws dripping with saliva and wishing to gnaw on their bones.
"You two have issues," Karis declared, her arms crossed. "It's like all you did in battle was heal each other. Hello, multiple healing here? I could've used Shine Plasma if I knew you guys were going to take care of each other."
Rief shifted from one foot to the other. "Apologies. The Mercury clan doesn't read minds. Though it would be fascinating..."
"It's overrated, to be honest," Karis said. "Especially when you accidentally read something about yourself."
She gave a pointed look at Tyrell, but he failed to notice, as usual.
"I think I was the only one attacking, here," Tyrell said. He drew his boot over the ground where the monsters had been before. Flecks of gold mica from the stones greeted him. "I think I gotta second that issues stuff."
Matthew rolled his eyes skyward.
Rief pushed his glasses up. "I believe this is a perfect example of the idiom 'like the pot calling the kettle black'.
"What do you mean? We don't look like kitchenware at all!" Tyrell said.
Rief and Matthew just stared at him. Tyrell stared back, missing the point entirely.
"You're such an idiot," Karis sighed. She stomped off, and they followed at a slight distance. It was always a good idea to keep out of the range of her staff when Tyrell had put her into such a state.
*
Rief had evacuated to the nearest library upon coming to the town. Libraries had that effect on him, and Kraden as well. Nowell was less enamored of them, perhaps because her teacher and brother would talk endlessly of facts and figures all the way back, or go and be lost in their own little worlds.
Rief wasn't quite as clumsy as others made him out to be. Sure, he had tripped once or twice while reading and walking (his sister was always reprimanding him for that particular issue – Kraden never had, for he did the same thing) but he could walk without tripping, and he could battle without getting knocked out. Lately, Matthew didn't seem to see this, however. Rief was a bit perturbed by this, truth be told. He knew the bonds between the trio were tight, and he was in essence, an outsider who had come with a shaky start, but he thought he would have surely proved himself by now. However, Matthew was still treating him like glass. From his habit of killing the monsters just as they were striking, even taking damage himself, to healing him even when Karis could do the job. Once, he'd even dove in the way and taken the blow for Rief.
However, fighting with the leader would only lead to stress and hardship. So, as always, he lost himself in books. His mother had confessed that whenever hardships or the group drove her crazy, she thought of a calming place. Rief had assumed that it would involve waterfalls and mountain streams, but was surprised – and perhaps a little alarmed – to find her calming place involved brutal mediums of torture to whatever was the problem of the moment.
As for Rief's calming place, inside or out, it was a library. Whenever his sister, or the group got to him, he would close his eyes and breathe in deep, imagining the slightly musty scent of the opened books. The place would be all quiet, with dust motes in the air, through the filtered light of the small windows.
This library was almost a perfect facsimile to the library of his mind which he meditated upon. He stepped languidly through, and ran his fingers over the gilded titles as he went. He settled in the middle of the room, curled in a corner with his nose in a book, when he heard the voices rising. He looked up from over his Gathered Histories of Weyard.