Fable - Ask Soil and Bubbles

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Roki stood, a withered husk of himself. Roots just dug into the ground. Where his chest felt hollow, light enough to waver with the wind. Yet there his toes dug. There the pads of his feet planted. Enough to stand. To hold against the cold wind that threatened to carry him off into the darkness.

T'were it not for the howls of Ne, then could be, the young squire would have wandered still. Into the abyss that was his ashen heart. So hungry for rain.

"Monk Agata," he said, voice empty, eyes open and wide as their gold took in the light that had shimmered across the scale. A distance there in his heart. A division between himself of the Monastery, and himself of the Fire. "I... I will help, however I can, as, as a prospective knight!"

What a stupid boy he must have sounded like. Hands balled into fists. He pushed his breath out once more, and let his hands loosen.

"Teach me," he wanted to grow again. Grow strong. "Please..."

Noa
 
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Noa reached out to where she heard Roki's voice. Her hand missed his shoulder and instead knocked into his bicep. She gripped that instead, holding his arm tight in her grasp. She had a duty to watch over this squire, to make sure that he learned his lesson but not be harmed further by it. Ne paced about, hissing and spitting, and jaws parted wide as he took in the scent. Even blind, Noa could feel the intense weight of Agata's starless stare.

"Tell me," Agata spoke finally. "When you were a child who fell and scraped his knee, what happened next?"

Roki
 
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Roki's brow knit together. His lips frowned. Felt Noa's hand, strong against him. Hearrd Ne's protests, clear and full of worry.

"I cried," he said plainly. "I cried, and my mother would pick me up," he laughed, a small sad little thing. "And if it wasn't my mother, then it was my sister," how lucky he had been. To have been so loved, and so cared for.

Noa
 
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"And now you must pick yourself up on your own. If I teach you," Ina gasped as Agata said this, her coy expression soon turning green with envy. "You will fall and cry, but you must stand up alone. I will not mother you. Ina will not sister you. And she," Agata pointed at Noa, "will not mentor you." Ne was soothed for a moment. A fellow monk had brought the tiger a gift of small oranges, already peeled. They laughed as Ne's whiskers and muzzle tickled the open palms of their hands, soon soaked in sticky, sweet juice.

"You will have two weeks to learn what you can. If you spend that time feeling sorry for yourself, it is a waste for you and me." Her black eyes, the color of night, didn't shy away from the twin suns in Roki's watery gaze. "You have those that feel sorry for you already; you do not need to feel sorry for yourself."

Roki
 
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Roki felt each word hit him. But he stood tall. Stood ready to take it. His breath soft, his heart steady. But the last blow almost unsteadied him. He wanted to look to Syr Noa, but he felt it would hurt him the more.

He took in a deep breath, and nod.

"I will not dissapoint you, Monk Agata," he assured her. Toes spread against the soft dirt. Face cool with the breeze where his tears had raced down.

Noa
 
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