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[m0n373r]

"Don't you wanna see?"

[odderancyart]

On a Never Resting Sea

Extra: The Moment Never Lasts

Natéa Canon Setting Rahil - Red Fiya - Fell Samiha - Undyne

I recommend listening to this and this while reading. Both at the same time. I did when writing.

The tones rose high above the rooftops. The world was quiet, non-existent, outside of the crackling of their fire and his twin sister’s soft voice. As her voice rose, Rahil swept the blanket closer over them both. It was a cold night. The star sky above them twinkled as the moon showered them in light. The fire was small, only giving enough warmth for them not to shiver. Both their arms were still prickled with goosebumps. Fiya’s singing was soft, melancholic, but her voice did not waver.

By their side, Samiha put more leaves into the fire, keeping it burning for a little longer. As the flames snapped, he noticed some movement in the alley’s entrance. From how both Fiya and Samiha moved, they had too. Still, Fiya kept singing. The ancient words never stopped as she told a story about eternal love and sorrow. The melody was slow, mournful. Quiet steps came toward them, and Zalû’s light kept beaming over them. Comforting them, and everyone like them. The forgotten. The desperate.

Familiar faces of some of their street fight rivals showed up. Normally that’d mean a fight. Yet there was no hostility coming from them. Just a haunted aura, mirroring the feeling of Rahil’s sister’s song. They didn’t move. Just stood there at the entrance. After exchanging a gaze with Samiha, Rahil swept out with his hand. Pointed at the free place around their fire. He didn’t receive a reply, but they came forward. Sat down without a word.

The fire kept crackling, and Fiya kept singing. Her voice was pure and clear. Had they been born as anything else but a whore’s children she might’ve been able to make it a career. Rahil leaned into her side, and her arm came to embrace him. Soon, shuffling of more feet came. More eyes shone in the dark of the alley, as they invited them in. By the time the song changed, the alley was full of people. The orphan children living on the streets, with haunted eyes that had already seen too much. The teenagers and young adults, earning their living on alley fights – those like them. Adults, who were filthy and cold and had spent a lifetime just surviving. Normally, a fight would already have broken out.

Yet, there were no hostile energy. No fear. Just a desperate wish to forget. A hopelessness they wanted to escape, if so only for a few minutes. Everyone’s eyes were on Fiya, a despairing need shining in their eyes. And slowly, Rahil could see the look change. He could see them forget, as her tunes rose toward the skies. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Someone had broken a couple of bread loaves into pieces, sharing them. He took two, one for him and one for her, once she’d stop. Once the moment was over. Some of the people around the fire tore into the bread desperately, possibly not having eaten for days. Others saved it. And yet others slowly ate it.

There they sat. Enemies, rivals about the food and blankets and places to make a home on the streets. Sharing bread by the fireplace. Listening to Fiya sing. Gazing at the stars high above. Hoping, that maybe one day life wouldn’t be like this. That one day, life would be good to them.

Tomorrow, they’d be foes again. They’d be back to betting at fights, pickpocketing merchants, and risking their lives for a fish or blanket. Yet, just for now, perhaps they could just stay here. Stay in the moment. With Fiya’s song, with the fire crackling and with a mismatched companionship. Just for a few hours.

“Please let the moment last forever Please let our happiness endure Minutes turn to hours Hours turns to days Which later turn to years But we can’t stay here then Why can’t the moment last?”

[odderancyart]

How about Slim and the Princess of Waeldé having a private conversation for the first time?

The private parlour of the royal secondborn was kind of tiny,honestly. Slim had always felt more comfortable in small areas, so whenever hehad a choice in the matter he made sure wherever he was going to spend time wasas small as possible. He sat curled up in the couch with the memoirs of hisgreat great grandmother, the ancestor who had begun expanding the Empire, inhis lap. Two teacups were placed on the small table next to him, as well as a teapotof his favourite tea. A Waeldéan kind, fittingly enough. A servant stuck in herhead though the door, informing him that his soon-to-be wife was on her way.

Nodding, he sent her away. He stood up, putting the book on thetable and straightening his suit. Soon after, it knocked on the door. His soulskipped a beat. He wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about this. It was Razz whohad decided on his bride, so he trusted that she was a good one, but still.Marriage felt uncomfortable. Yet it was unavoidable. Sighing, he went over tothe door and opened it. Normally the servants’ job, obviously, but this was aprivate meeting. There weren’t even guards in the parlour, which was almostdisconcerting. There were alwaysguards around.

He smiled politely at the Princess of Waeldé outside of his door,and gestured for her to come in. Princess Wyela, as her name was, stepped intothe parlour, her hooves clicking against the marble floor, before sinking downinto a deep bow. The royal children of Waeldé were satyrs, due to their queenlyhuman mother marrying a goat monster. She also had small black horns stickingup from her black hair and brown goat ears beneath it. She was pretty. He bowedback, albeit not as low.

“good afternoon, your highness,” he greeted, and with that givingher permission to speak to him. “i hope you find our castle homely?”

She smiled at him, and Slim suppressed a sigh of relief. It seemed sincere,so at the very least she wasn’t some high-strung too-good-for-happiness-royal. Itcould absolutely have been worse.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” she replied. The voice was melodic,pleasant to listen to. If Slim was forced to guess, he’d say she was a goodsinger. “It’s beautiful here. May I be truthful?” He nodded. “It’s a bit bare.I am used to being surrounded by great trees. But I’m sure I will get used toit.”

Nodding understandingly, Slim offered up his arm to her. PrincessWyela took it. He led her to the couch, before sinking down into the armchairopposite of her.

“we will of course do our best to make thyragård feel like a home,” hepromised. She nodded. Without saying anything else, Slim poured tea in the cupsand offered her one. She took it gracefully, smiling as a thank you.

They chatted a little about general politics, and about the weather.The weather was a popular small talk-subject in Beobyra, due to it beingeverchanging.

“Waeldé has such even weather, Your Highness,” Princess Wyela toldhim, sipping on her tea. “There’s sun, and then the occasional soft rain.Mostly we live in shadow, of course, because of the thick tree crowns above us.So Beobyra is quite exciting in this aspect. Strong winds that can turn or stopat any moment. Violent rainstorms, roasting sun and at the winter, snow. I’venever seen snow before.”

Slim couldn’t help but chuckle, and grinned at her over the edge ofhis own cup. The atmosphere suddenly felt a little friendlier.

“then you won’t be disappointed, your highness,” he promised. “weusually are snowed inside a couple weeks every winter and the rest of it hasabout one-and-a-half-meter snow and is cold enough that water will freezewithin minutes if you leave it outside. it is quite the hassle.”

Her eyes widened, and she gaped a little.

“but you needn’t worry,” Slim was quick to assure her. “we’reperfectly fine inside the castle walls. we always load up with wood and foodenough to last a year if rationed.”

“Oh,” Princess Wyela sighed, her shoulders sagging in relief. “Youhad me worried for a moment, Your Highness.”

“there’s no need, so please tell me, what things do you enjoy doingon your free time?”

Eventually their time ran out, and it knocked on the door. It wasthe princess’ entourage who had come to get her again. Slim stood up, offeringhis hand to help her up and she took it. As he left her to her nobles-in-waitingand they bowed goodbye, Slim decided that this marriage might not be that bad.

Princess Wyela seemed pleasant and agreeable enough, and wouldprobably fit in well in the Court despite not being a warrior like mostBeobyrians. She’d have to be taught the basics, of course, but her primary dutyas his spouse would be to care for the household while he as the SupremeCommander of the Imperial Armies would take care of the battles.

He went to sit down in the couch again. Slim took up his book,opening it to the page he’d been on as guards once again arrived into theparlour. As they should. He smiled. Perhaps being wedded might even turn out tobe a pleasant experience. He should have known to trust his older brother’s judgement on his spouse.

[repurposed4him]

A reality for me right now and I am good with it Lord Jesus. #awop #family #lordjesusatalltime #prayer #nightwatch #enough #nextstep #girlfriendsrock

[karabita-senpai]

I re-watched the first few episodes of One Piece the other day and I just realized Zoro rags on Luffy about not running in the right direction of the marine base Zoro was captured by and I'm currently on episode 645 and besides that one time, Zoro is complete shit with directions.

[karabita-senpai]

I’m going to marathon my favorite studio chizu movies (which are all of them accept for the digimon movies) starting with

One Piece: Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island

[jkmhoffman]

oday in Mighty Girl history, Zitkala-Ša -- a Yankton Sioux Native American woman who made her mark as a champion of Native American rights and as an accomplished author and musician -- was born in 1876. She and her husband, Raymond Bonnin, founded the National Council of American Indians in 1926 to advocate for full citizenship rights for Native Americans.

Born on a reservation in South Dakota, Zitkala-Ša, or Red Bird, was of mixed European and Sioux descent. Her childhood was significantly disrupted when she left her mother and familiar surroundings for a tough boarding school experience in Indiana. Though many assimilation efforts were made to strip away her culture, her spirit and drive persevered.

Public speaking and music lessons were some of the positive outcomes of Zitkala-Ša's time at boarding school. Her talents in music led to a position playing violin with the New England Conservatory of Music, teaching jobs, and recognition for co-authoring the first Native American-written opera, "The Sun Dance."

Zitkala-Ša wrote and spoke extensively, often highlighting the experiences of Native Americans. She also advocated for legal change since, during the early 20th century, many Native Americans who maintained tribal connections were denied U.S. citizenship. Though she did not live to see the passage of the Nationality Act of 1940 which afforded citizenship to all those born in the U.S., Zitkala-Ša is widely respected for her contributions to the struggle for equal rights and justice for Native Americans.

For a beautifully illustrated picture book about her life, we highly recommend "Red Bird Sings: The Story of Zitkala-Ša, Native American Author, Musician, and Activist," for ages 7 to 10 at http://www.amightygirl.com/red-bird-sings

Readers aged 10 and up can learn more through Doreen Rappaport's "The Flight of Red Bird: The Life of Zitkala-Ša" at http://www.amightygirl.com/the-flight-of-red-bird

Older readers may also enjoy reading Zitkala-Ša's book "American Indian Stories" athttp://amzn.to/1xlD9jx

You can also find many more stories about Native American and Canadian Aboriginal girls and women in our blog post "A Celebration of Native American and Aboriginal Mighty Girls for Native American Heritage Month," at http://www.amightygirl.com/blog?p=10365

The practice of removing indigenous children from their homes to force assimilation in the larger society occurred in various places throughout the world -- Margaret Pokiak wrote two children's books about her experience in a residential school in Canada: “When I Was Eight” for ages 5 to 9 (http://www.amightygirl.com/when-i-was-eight) and “Fatty Legs: A True Story” for ages 9 and up (http://www.amightygirl.com/fatty-legs-a-true-story)

The film "Rabbit-Proof Fence" also tells the story of several Australian Aboriginal girls forcefully removed from their families and sent to a government training school, for ages 10 and up at http://www.amightygirl.com/rabbit-proof-fence