WORLDWEAVER

Indie Taliyah - Written by Vara

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     Syndra stared at Taliyah, unblinking and unmoving, trying to process what she was saying. Her island? Her entire home? The symbol of her rejection and the very thing that has kept her safe for all these years? It was rotting. Decomposing. Breaking apart. All because of her magic? The girl must be lying, there was no way she–

     No, Taliyah wasn’t lying. Syndra could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice. She was concerned for this chunk of land. Whether her concern came from the fact that Syndra’s very home could break apart at any minute or because the land was probably screaming under their feet, the Sovereign did not know, but it didn’t much matter either way. She used the word we meaning she was willing to help Syndra solve this problem.

     Only then had Syndra realized she hadn’t been breathing. A sharp gasp, lids fluttering to hold back liquid that had begun to build in the corners of her eyes. Her brows furrowed and she stared down at the table in front of them.

     “ This is my home. This is all I have. Do you– ”   She hated asking for help. Her voice was soft and pained.   “ Do you know how to fix it? ”

    Taliyah pursed her lips, a habit that she picked up from her mother in Shurima, but that felt so far away. So long ago it might have been a different world, Taliyah’s morals called out to her to help Syndra, to help another person save their home. It was something she could not sit idly by and simply let happen, she had to do something. “ I--” But what was there to do? She had never faced a problem like this before, never had she dreamed of a problem like this. “I need some time to think about it. It’s a very unique situation, the island doesn’t feel like it’s in immediate danger, we have time, but not too much.” 

   Her shoulders began to sag, she was exhausted, it had been so long since she had allowed herself rest. At least it felt like it, “I think I need rest first if that’s okay. I can’t do much in my current state, let alone save a floating island. Do you have somewhere I can rest...?”

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   Syndra is what Taliyah never was, Syndra was scorned for her powers but ended up rising above that, above the hatred and disdain, she refused to be stopped. Taliyah doesn’t agree with the murder, obviously, but she likes that Syndra refuses to be restrained. She idly wonders if she would have ended up like Syndra if her tribe had scorned her on that fateful day. Probably minus the castle.

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I think Taliyah would really stand with Quinn in her devotion to her brother, family is extremely important to Taliyah and she respects anyone who does something in the name of family. She knows she’d do the same for any one of her siblings or parents and would be glad that Quinn did the same, and even happier that she managed to live through it.

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miighted:

                So she was indeed lost; to simplify it in his thoughts, at least. Garen does note not to reiterate that thought to her, however, given the explanation she offered to him. He also makes note of her sense of openness, befitting to the wide-eyed look of youth she had. 

                “I am not,” he answers, his voice retaining the polite formality he always held. “I am Garen Crownguard, Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard, and I am native to this country.” 

                As he speaks, he wonders how far she must have traveled, where she had roamed if she new so little of the land she now traversed. He feels assured to assume she is not native to Demacia, but her lack of hostility leaves him guessing that she is, at the very least, possibly not Noxian ( which was enough to keep him to pleasantries ). “You have wandered— as you put it— quite near to Demacia City, traveler.” 

                “May I ask where it is that you have traveled from?”

   The Dauntless Vanguard sounded very prestigious! Or at least, Taliyah thought it did. Warriors were just... Warriors back in Shurima, at most you had a name pertaining to your tribe name. None of the different types of names that Noxus and apparently Demacia liked. “Well!” She clapped her hands together, rubbing them as she figured out how to shorten her story, “ I departed from Shurima, was taken in by Noxus only to be thrown off their ship after I refused to kill Ionians in cold blood, then traveled through Ionia and Freljord, and now I’m here!” 

    “It’s been quite a journey,” Her feet ached in response, “Can you tell me what Demacia is like? I might stay there for rest, I’d also like to see what it’s like!”

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svxlte:

Traversing woodlands, between villages, feet glide over accumulations of autumn’s refuse, hues of orange && gold over-lap, decorating damp earth with their splendour; the aroma of such was a signal of dispersing seasons, silently awaiting the arrival of their successor.

Warmer weather, that’s what Xayah prefered; the chill seeped under her plume && left ache in her bones; not exactly pleasant. Her attention shifts, the SHARP, distinct aroma of someone out-of place strikes her as ODD, these parts were usually very quiet, not exactly the local hang out spot for humans.

So when she emerged from the brush she was hardly surprised, slitted eyes linger; lips pursed; was a greeting necessary? What was this PERSON doing out here anyway.

“Are you talking to me?”

   Now that Taliyah had its attention she gave it a once over, those were bird feet, and that the hood wasn’t feathered. The feathers came from slits, so from her head? That didn’t make sense to Taliyah, this person didn’t make sense to Taliyah. What were they? “Yes! yes, I am, I was wondering what you were and where those feathers came from.” She spoke quickly and with much enthusiasm, “You don’t look like anyone or anything I’ve ever seen or heard of, and I’ve never seen feathers like those...” She trailed off, Taliyah was reminded of the ascended of home, but those were full animals. Not half way. It confused her, but also excited her! The world was so full of wonder!

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    Ionia was always so loud, she didn’t know how people could stand it sometimes. The birds in the trees, the rustling of animals, the incessant magic beneath her feet could get deafening when trying to find some solace in silence. Back at Shurima -- Shurima. Home. Taliyah couldn’t stop these feelings of homesickness from tying her stomach in knots. Snapping out of her thoughts, she looked up, where was she? Not that she ever knew.

  Now that her body had her mind's attention, it chose that moment to tell her how tired it was. Deciding to rest, she sat down and rested herself against a tree. That was something that was nice about places that weren’t Shurima, shade. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander, She spaced out, thinking about home and family, about where she had been and what she had done, only to be snapped out of her daydream, out of all the sounds she was used to among the forest, the birds and animals and magic, footsteps that were not her own were certainly not on that list. She kept her eyes closed for a couple more seconds, the footsteps didn’t sound like footsteps, at least not of any person she knew. Then what..?

   Getting up, no curiosity to be left unsated, she began walking towards the sound. It was a bit behind the tree she had rested upon, she crouched among the brush and saw the source of noise. A human with a cloak of gorgeous feathers, a feathered hood, Taliyah squinted hard... Bird feet? She creased her eyebrows, that couldn’t be right. Well, no curiosity to be left unsated. She got to her feet and called out to the person... Animal. Thing?

   “Hello there!”

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miighted:

                The Captain of the Vanguard’s steps are steady and low, the quiet rhythm of a war drum. In the presence of no other, there is little reason for him to take to uselessly speaking. He was a man who took each of his duties as passionately and seriously as if they were all the ultimatum, which included the regular patrols. A protective measure, as always, and Garen volunteered to patrol as often as he could. This time, he had opted to take the responsibility on his own ( a chance to seek out a moment of peace by himself ). The only sound that follows the man as he paces the area are the sounds of his armor moving with him, subtle clinks of metal and the whisper of thick fabric. 

                Encountering a stranger outside of their protective walls while patrolling was— well, it wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary, there were merchants who at times lost their way, but such instances were few in number still. The girl before him doesn’t appear to be a merchant, either, and traveling alone he assumes. 

                He studies her silently for a moment, expression unreadable as he answers the attempt at small talk, “Indeed.” The Captain is silent once more, pensive as he considers his next words. 

                “Are you lost?”

    The Stoneweaver had an eye for vagabonds and cheats, this man towering over her had the chiseled physique of military service, a look she often saw in Noxus. This one seemed much more kept and much, much shinier. 

    Realizing answers usually came before getting lost in thought, words bubbled into her mind and tumbled out her mouth, “Well, father used to always say being lost is a state of mind and I’ve been wandering for quite a while, so no. I don’t think I am lost.” She paused for a second before continuing, “Though I don’t think I know where I’m going. Where are you from... Erm... Do you have a name? Are you lost?”

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powerfed:

     Syndra didn’t see Taliyah’s initial reaction to sliding her hands in the ground, too busy looking around the front of her fortress. Her flowers were wilting again. She’d have to see to the soil before long. As Syndra focused back on her guest, she witnessed the shock and the expulsion of blood yet again. She was ready to lecture the girl a second time about calling forth too much magic when she caught Taliyah’s expression. It didn’t take much for the Sovereign to connect the dots between what she was told and what had happened. At least, as far as her non-geomancer knowledge would get her. Something was wrong, either with the ground beneath them or with the girl herself. One way or another, something bad was going on.

     “ Of course. Come on, let me help you up. ”   A hand was extended as it was before and she helped lift the girl to her feet. Her eyes narrowed watching their hands. She could feel the aftermath of what had hurt her and could see the residual traces of magic. It hadn’t looked like she was calling for the magic like before. Where did this come from?

     Syndra lead them through the front door and down the long hallway. The pair passed Syndra’s blood splatter mural to which she didn’t even look at, followed by several other paintings along the walls of landscapes and things. Finally, Syndra stopped and slid open a door. The room they stepped into seemed bigger than it really was due to the lack of furniture. There was only a small dark wood chabudai surrounded by a few dark grey zabuton. They did not appear to be used often, still in a rather nice condition. The sliding doors that lead outside were already open, however, letting in the sunlight and the sweet smell of Syndra’s plants. At the back of the room, there was a half wall hiding a small kitchen. This was one of many rooms among her fortress exactly like this.

     Waving a hand as if offering Taliyah to sit, Syndra moved around into the back and began preparing a pot of tea. After a moment, she brought out a small cup of cool water and passed it off. She didn’t need to do anything else in the kitchen now, a spell cast to finished the work and bring them the tea when it was ready. She sat opposite of the girl and stared.   “ What happened, then? ”

  “ I - well, “ She wasn’t sure where to start, what had happened? It was strange and she mulled it over for a couple seconds, trying to figure out what had happened. “ Your island has too much magic in it, the land is straining under the pressure and threatens to crack and break apart. “ Never before had Taliyah seen such a thing, but never before had she seen a floating island.  “ You mentioned you had an enchantment on it, yes? “ She thought back to the tavern stories floating around about the sovereign, “You’ve been up here quite a long time from what I know, the enchantment has soaked into the earth like a cloth absorbing water... I think. “

    This was way beyond her technical scope, Taliyah felt magic more than she thought about it. “ I think that’s the cause, but I’m positive of what will happen on your island. It is on borrowed time. We need to figure something out quickly.”

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AYYYE NICE JOB.

FUCKING CHRIST I DID MORE DAMAGE THAN OUR AHRI AND JARVAN COMBINED. IT WAS SO GREAT. I actually love playing xayah, shes such a fun adc, getting my first pentakill in over a year just cements the deal.

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     “ You said you wanted to see it, didn’t you? And seeing as you can’t get there on your own… ”

     Syndra’s eyes began to glow as Taliyah took her hand. A trail of sizzling violet energy began to coil around the girl, enveloping her in a sort of bubble of Syndra’s magic. Once formed, the Sovereign stepped up onto her dark spheres and the pair began ascending up toward the Celestial Fortress. Physical contact was not something Syndra enjoyed casually, especially with someone she only just met. She could have allowed Taliyah just to hold onto her, but as it stood, she was suspended by seemingly nothing. Floating, unable to really balance. Her life dangled in the Sovereigns hands quite literally and that brought forth a small smile. Syndra squeezed Taliyah’s hand the whole way.

     Once the short flight was over, Syndra landed gracefully, releasing the aura from around Taliyah. A deep breath. Syndra ran her hands along the length of her hair and then down her dress, making sure everything was back in its proper place. As she calmed, she gestured lazily to the fortress.

     “As scary as they all said it would be?”

   Taliyah was aware of the fact that Syndra could drop her like a stone, the hand holding hers was little assurance, but it was some assurance. She was struggling to keep the panic rising in her chest from overtaking her, trying to tell herself that she was not going to fall. But could she really believe that? Taliyah was happier than ever to have earth under her feet, letting herself fall into a sitting position, crossing her legs as she studied the castle for a second, the architecture was what could be described as very Ionian, the grand architecture reminding her of central Ionia. Waterfalls abound, though they made no sense. She just assumed magic was at play. 

    The castle was only mildly interesting though, what was more interesting was the stone beneath it all. “It’s actually quite pleasant...” She trailed off, letting her fingers dig into the dirt as she closed her eyes and listened, not listened in a physical way, some Ionian mystic way of listening that she learned from Master Yasuo to hear the stone far more clearly. It still didn’t make much sense to her, he said understanding would come with time. In the Ionian long drawn out way of saying it. 

   What she found made her snap her fingers from the dirt as if it burned her, hissing and screeching that reminded her of the giant metal death machines of Zaun she saw in Noxus. She frowned, exhaling through her nose. She reached down again, this time much more carefully and guarded. Once again she was bombarded with magic, this time without even calling for it! Doubling over, retching blood once again, it only made it worse. Once she was done again, she turned to Syndra, covering her mouth. “Uh.. Syndra? Can we go inside? I think I just figured out something you might need to know. It’s urgent.”

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❝Smile while you can.❞

   The Stoneweaver forced a smile, one that might have looked genuine from the outside, but felt hollow to her. “ These are trying times, Sivir... “ She hesitated, long ago had she discarded the view of Sivir as the mighty warrior of the sands, Taliyah felt like that was far too exaggerated for her liking. “Do you think my tribe is okay?”

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The Sun: What was the happiest moment of your muse's life?

      The moment she realized that her tribe would stand with her no matter what, Taliyah had grown up fearful of her powers and how her tribe would feel about them. She felt like an outcast among her own people, the secrecy of it all eating her alive. Finally displaying her power to the entire tribe only have all those feelings vindicated when she accidentally harmed her sister, that was her lowest moment. Then when her father not only sought her out, but accepted her, and convinced her to return only for her tribe to do the same, it made the lowest moment the highest, finally feeling accepted for who she was. Knowing that she was loved for who she truly was.

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