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tbqfh if you’re gonna follow this crap syasya, follow this amazing ignia too. not to mention her blog’s actually finished compared to mine lmfao.

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“ SAMIA dostia,        ari aditida;        tori adito madora...        estia morita,        nari amitia;        sori arito asora...        semari aisi isola matola...        soribia doche irora amita...        samaria dose ifia mio lora fia sia adora...

    fingers curled, interweaving one     another as tiers parted to let her     song flow. it came as delicate as     the very water coming from the     natural waterfall within the palace’s     courtyard; the outside area built     around the beautiful landscape feature.     and, like the water, it was strong;     crisp and clear with timbre and song.

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“ OH, sir Raven...         do tell me; how the prince is doing?         is he eating properly?         is he taking care of his injuries?

    of course, the ever-motherly priestess     would inquire about her home’s prince.     passing children spoke of the cherished     crown-bearing son with delight and glee;     one young man holding up a paper mache     cannon as his friends played demon. it     was a childish, but adorable, sign of gratitude.

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IGNIA

❛ loved?   the others simply tolerate.   they tolerate for your sake.   had you not been around,   they would have simply left me behind without second thoughts.  ❜        her words felt harsh on her tongue && perhaps even harsher         on the ears of such a gentle woman.        she didn’t deserve such harsh words.        yet here they were, being spoken by a child.        a selfish child. ❛ i’m just selfish && i plan to live with my consequence.  ❜

“ BUT that’s not you..!        you’re not selfish or just tolerated!        you’re not like this...

    tears roved acrosss pale, rounded     cheeks; carving paths down the     pale skin. the priestess could not     comprehend her words. the others     would not have abandoned her.     for this, she was certain. the girl     of water let out a soft, barely     audible sniffle; wanting to hold     Ignia as if she were but a child     again. but she were 16, not 6.

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IGNIA

                 why did you do it? 

          the words caused her gaze to drop from blue to the pale white and gold               that adorned the tiles beneath them.                   why?           to be truly frank, she no longer knew herself.          she had a reason but,          did it truly justify the means?    chapped tiers parted silently for a moment before words     were finally collected on her tongue to be spoken.   ❛ i sought  freedom.     the ability to live like a normal sixteen year old.     i wanted out of this birth right.  ❜

     “ IGNIA...        was my teachings not enough...?        I tried really hard...        this birthright is painful, but joyous...        I wanted to prove that you are loved...        none of us wanted this...        I apologise for failing you.

    turning on a heel, the young     woman bit her lip to k  e  e  p     from crying; to keep the salty     tears from dripping over her     round cheeks. anything to     keep Ignia from seeing her     liquefied f   a   i   l   u   r   e.

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IGNIA

HONESTLY SHE COULDN’T recall if she had ingested food  or not during the course of this day.    she could’ve assumed she had a minor snack along the way,    yet nothing on par with a wholesome meal she should be    ingesting for growth as she was STILL a growing girl at her age. ❛ i eat whenever i feel, honestly. ❜     though the statement of being treated kindly nearly     drew out a bitter laugh from her charred lungs –          to be treated kindly after such an act is something          only to be expected from the gentle priestess before her,           the rest held evident resentment && hate.

“ YOU should eat more often, silly.        now, what was I going to ask...        oh, right!        Anudran received interesting word from Gloria and Darkmoon...        you turned on everyone...?        why did you do it, Ignia?

    no words of hate, no resentment     from the water priestess. no, only     a burning need to understand. it     ate away at her brain; chewing     and chewing like brain eating     maggots. Syasya wanted, no,     needed to know. it was just a     burning desire to comprehend     Ignia’s choice. to learn her new     l              i              f              e.

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“ IGNIA?        pleasant surprise.        how’s Lanox treating you, my dear?        I hope they’re treating you kindly...        are you eating properly?

soft spoken in her words was she; with the gentle, flowing might of a stream or a brook, babbling away in the daylight to twilight hours, a small trickle dancing through the tidal flow of life, as if knowing no thing greater than its own self consciousness. that, was she.