⚠️Heavy Topics ⚠️ Mostly angst, that's my forte.
Victory and suffering... they're one in the same. If you need a definition, a way to answer doubt- simply put, it's what the complications of being children who live through war are.
THIS IS LIKE- QU...
I've decided to replace the crop prompt with something that actually gave me ideas. So day 6 is: Competition. (:
Another drabble. Idk poor writing but a decent idea (updated on Oct. 20th)
Tw: Fluffy af
"T-minus 10 until we start," Someone from beyond the podium announced. An encoure of encouragement from the crowd ensued, and the 4 watched on with excitement.
This was the first time any of their team had ever earned a spot, and no one was a better fitting than Meilin Teng herself.
The teen took in a deep breath, a smile gracing her lips. Of all the events she attended, all the challenges she competed in... the Cloak Games had to be her most thrilling feat yet.
In Zhong, she had heard stories of a competition between fellow Greencloaks, where only those with great competency gained entry into... and their legacy ensued.
It had a similar appeal to The Erdas Race, a nationwide event filled with talented folks competing for an ancient relic. Blessed by Ninani herself and bestowed by the Great Ones, the relic was a tribute to potency. A potency Meilin knew she had.
This however, was between those commoners spoke of as though it were divine beings themselves- highly trained and skilled heroes of Erdas. The Cloak Games was an event that lacked bloodshed- or perhaps it was just the right amount- and stood between friends rather than foe.
Even though the Cloak Games was something people were drafted to rather than accepted in, Meilin couldn't contain her pleasure. She had been dreaming of this her entire life.
As she was surveying her surroundings, Meilin noted the disgusted look Rollan gave her horse. She watched him a moment, letting out a small laugh.
Rollan scowled. "You wouldn't catch me dead on that thing."
"Yeah? Last time you almost were."
Abeke bit the bottom of her lip as she watched the interaction, hoping to disperse the two before they got out of hand, and stepped forward. She tossed the alliance medallion to her teammate, who graciously slung it over her neck with a nod. "We'll be cheering you on from the pit."
"You better, because I'm bringing back that gold,"
Rollan threw his teammate a smirk. "Sorry, I stick by winners. Don't count in my vote."
"And what makes you think I'm not one?"
He shrugged. "Basic logic."
"Something you lack."
"I'm more capable than you think. Maybe you're small minded."
Meilin mounted her horse in one graceful swoop, pulling back her hair into a tight bun. When a singular strand fell in front her face, she brushed it behind one ear teasingly with a bat of the lashes- lifting the reigns. "Are you suggesting such a thing because I'm a woman?"
Rollan pondered her question a moment. "As valid of a reason that is, no. I honestly forgot."
"I'm one hell of one and you know it." She coyly responded, forming a small smile. "We'll see the turn out. Won't we?"
"That we will, m'lady."
"I'll warn you now. It's not likely you'll be right about something for the first time in your life today."
As Rollan sent a wink in her direction, she kicked the horse ever so slightly and rode off. Her Amayan teammate attributed a version of luck to her under his breath, following Abeke to the pit where Conor was waiting.
But the hero never did need luck. Everyone knew Meilin was the best there was- though Rollan would never admit that.
There was, truly, nothing more he would love than to see her win. To hear her joyous laugh, and see the triumph dancing in the Zhongese's eyes.
Rollan just couldn't express how jovial it made him. As if by force, his entire body submitted to the unceasable clapping of the crowd in the back of his mind. He found himself celebrating alongside them, this sense of joy and wonderment over Meilin filling in his chest as she rode by.
Maybe enacting such a reaction would show just how much he cared for his teammate, and that was a risk Rollan hadn't been willing to make. So, he would continue to cheer her on in secrecy for now, while those around them shouted out in celebration.
Whether he brought it to light or not, the simple boy from Amaya would always be rooting for his friend.
When she did win, her eyes were trained on Rollan's, a silent acknowledgement passing between them. He hadn't figured it out just yet, but Meilin already knew him all too well, enough to see how lovestruck for her he was.
Yeah I don't know, I was bored today lmao. On a scale of 1-200, how obvious was it? I did find this though, and had to share.
I don't know who made it, but thank you... so much. 😂
THE CHARACTER DESIGN FOR MEILIN IS SO CUTTEE~
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