#tashiin

[vinracore]

writing snippet and a picrew. A Vinra, from this picrew

some wholesome Arquiel family under the cut

In one of his favorite shirts now, Vinra walked back to the living room, where the fire was still burning in the metal wire basket, by the chimney. He sat near it, still drying off, his skin still wet from the rain under the new clothes. The fire felt nice, and his parents came and joined him, sitting in front of the fire. Kaybre took the gems from his pockets and held them close to the fire, then bringing them back when they started to shine. He showed them to Tashiin.

“Are these for me?” she asked.

“They are. Because you’re the light of my life.”

“Hey, I thought I was the light of your life.” Vinra teased. Tashiin ruffled Vinra’s hair, and took the gems with her other hand.

“Don’t start that. I love both of you.” Kaybre said.

“I know, I’m just teasing.” Vinra responded, leaning to lay on his dad.

[vinracore]

writing drabbles. two versions of the ear piercing scene

The last step of the Talmarun was piercing one’s ears. After this, Vinra would have to run away. He loved his parents too much to not finish the Talmarun. But whatever monster he was turning into, whatever dragon had grown scales in his body, would endanger his parents. Kaybre led Vinra by the hand to a chair in the kitchen. Tashiin was there to help. Kaybre had more experience with needles, doing a lot of sewing in his work. Tashiin sat down so he could squeeze her hand. Holding the needle, Vinra held a leaf with pain relieving properties in his mouth. Tashiin had a towel and some antiseptic fluid in a small bottle. Kaybre held a needle, and a wad of towels to push the needle to.

“Stay still, Vin.” said Kaybre. In one swift, decisive motion, he pierced the lobe of Vinra’s ear, then moved to the other one. Vinra squeezed Tashiin’s hand, and she used her other one to pour the antiseptic on his ear. Vinra used his other hand to hold the earrings in his pocket. The needle through his ear hurt, quite badly. He shunted back into the chair, as he’d been bracing himself. Kaybre walked to his other side, as Tashiin clicked the wooden earring into place. Kaybre wiped off the needle with a towel Tashiin had, and he went to pierce the other ear. Vinra squeezed Tashiin’s hand more. Kaybre held another towel and the needle, and pierced Vinra’s other ear. His other ear still hurting, and not used to the weight of an earring, Vinra yelped. With that, he spat out fire. Tashiin and Kaybre jumped back from him, Kaybre dropping the needle and the towel. Vinra’s ear started bleeding, and the fire dissipated from where he’d yelled. His parents looked at him in horror.

“Dragon- dragon-” Tashiin started. Vinra stood up, looked at his parents, both of them looking deeply afraid. He took off, ran to the front door, and escaped into the violent storm outside.

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Now the proud bearer of two small hoop earrings, purple and green, Kaybre took another tool and delicately carved a backing and closing. He could click the earring open and closed, and take it off when he wanted. Now came the final part. Piercing his ears.

The children of the kingdom of Parvinos did a coming-of-age ritual on the tenth day of the tenth month. Every child who had turned thirteen by that point, on the same day, makes a pair of earrings with their parents, to symbolize the relationship they have with them. Many people’s parents are working or travelling, so the Talmarun usually happens over the rest of the week.

Vinra was sat down on a chair in the kitchen.

“Do you remember why we do the Talmarun, Vinra?” Kaybre asked, wiping off a needle with cloth.

Vinra tried to remember. “Yeah. Because, uh, a dragon attack on the king of Parvinos.”

Tashiin waited for him to continue. “There’s a bit more to that story.”

He tried to remember. KAybre finished it for him.

“A dragon burned King Partithian to death. The only thing left of his body was his family’s earrings, as they were made of an inflammable steel.”

A great story to bring up now. Wonderful, Vinra thought.

Kaybre and Tashiin pulled up their chairs. Tashiin instructed Vinra to take off his shirt, as the puncture might bleed onto it. Kaybre gave the earrings to Vinra, and Tashiin held a needle.

Sparing the details, Tashiin punctured Vinra’s right earlobe, and it began to bleed. Tashiin wiped off the blood, and she and her husband switched spots. Kaybre held the forben leaf to Vinra’s ear and rubbed it, dimming the pain Vinra would describe as stinging and high-pitched.

Onto the next ear. Tashiin cleaned off the needle. She was sitting perpendicular to him, both of them were. Vinra could vaguely see his parents at the opposite corners of his field of vision.

Upon making the second puncture, something moved inside Vinra. Something had clicked into place, and it was through the striking, upsettingly fierce stabbing of the needle.

Shooting fire from his mouth like he had this morning while kneeling at the fire, Vinra screamed from the feeling the needle going all the way through. A burst of flame erupted from his mouth, and dissipated a few feet away from him. His parents had no time to react, before he lifted himself from the chair, and took off for the front door.

Now he’d gone and done it. Vinra had awoken this morning with excitement, knowing today was a once-in-a-lifetime event. He’d make the earrings everyone in the kingdom wore, and gain the status of an adolescent. When he’d gone to grab his poetry journal, fiery sparks had spat from his fingertips when his fingers touched down. He’d tried grabbing a few other things to see if it would do the same, but nothing else had happened. Fire, as important as it was to Parvinos, was not produced by living beings. Only the dragons of old stories could manipulate fire, and those creatures were beings of carnage and demon-like proportions. A living being being able to produce fire through magical means had horrific implications. Vinra hadn’t managed to learn how he made the sparks, and when testing if he was hallucinating, he lit the fire in the living room by the chimney. Normally quote afraid of lighting fire himself, he’d looked like a young man battling his fear when his father found him shaking near the fire, grappling with what it meant that he harnessed the same power as scaled demons that used to prowl the country of Ebonstead.

Bursting through the front door, Vinra put up an arm to shield his eyes from the rain. If his parents had called his name, chased after him, he didn’t know, the sound of the rain too loud for him to tell. Both of his ears hurt, as both of them were now bleeding from the point of incision. His heart pounding painfully obvious to him, he panted, sobbed and kept running off.

[vinracore]

Writing drabble. Multiple takes on the opening paragraphs.

The pitter-patter of rain woke Kaybre up in the morning. Knowing what day it was, he was upset at first. Rain would prove to be a challenge for the boy. But challenge was a good thing. He admired his wife in bed, still sleeping, and then left their bedroom. The sound was comforting, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to see the sun all day. A shame. Kaybre walked down the hallway and looked for tinder. The fire in the hearth of the living room had gone out again. The tinder set...where had it gone? Kaybre kept it by- a whooom of fire igniting stopped him in his tracks. “Dad! Dad! I lit the fire!” sounded his son’s voice from across the house. Kaybre smiled, and walked back to the family room where his son was squatting by his lively creation. “Good show for someone about to do his Talmarun.

Are you excited?” “I could barely sleep.” said Vinra. Kaybre ruffled his son’s hair. “If you hadn’t gotten out of bed so early, I’d have breakfast made for you.” Kaybre led his son to the kitchen, and looked for something to eat. “Here, we’ve got to get a move on.” He gave Vinra some bread, which Vinra accepted and ate quickly. Kaybre took his time, as he knew the day would be long. The two of them grabbed an umbrella, and headed out to the woods. Kaybre held it over the two of them with his right, holding his son’s hand with his left. “How did you set that fire?” Kaybre asked. Vinra had set it excellently, and without a sound. “The tinder box.” Vinra explained nonchalantly, then squeezed his father’s hand. Kaybre thought he remembered the box being where he left it when he went to go look for it, but he clearly hadn’t, since Vinra had set the fire. Vinra had always struggled with lighting it. It seemed today would be a day of two accomplishments.

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time-teller on the bedside. Later than usual for him.

“Wake up, my love.” he said. He reached his hand out and reached for his wife.

“I’m awake.” Tashiin said, knowingly. “Just resting my eyes.”

The two of them smiled. “C’mon. Vinra’s Talmarun is today.” said Kaybre.

“Our little boy…” Tashiin exclaimed. Kaybre nodded. Tashiin continued. “Set up the fire. I’ll get working on breakfast.” Tashiin gave him a kiss.

Kaybre got out of bed, putting his hand to his lips where Tashiin kissed him. He thought wistfully about their first kiss, and smiled again. He was the luckiest man in the world. His trance was broken by the sound of his son, his voice coming from the living room. It sounded like he had screamed.

“Vinra? Vinra!” he said, quickening his pace down to where Vinra’s voice had been. Was he hurt?

A whoompf sound, and fire crackled. Kaybre entered the living room from the hallway, and saw that the fire-basket with plenty of wood to burn, was indeed burning. And Vinra was kneeling by the fire. He looked up at his father like he’d been caught doing something bad, a paralyzing fear in his eyes. Had he burned himself?

“Dad?” Vinra asked.

Kaybra looked over at him and gestured to him to come over. Vinra got up, the gears in his head turned, then walked over and he hugged his dad.

“You looked so scared- did you burn yourself trying to light the fire?”

“No.” Vinra said, exhaling like he’d run a marathon. “I’m alright.”

Kaybre waited until Vinra let him go.

“Were you trying to light it because it’s-”

“The Talmarun. Yeah.” he said.

Kaybre looked at his wonderful, imaginative, beautiful son. “Don’t scare me like that. I could have lit it for you.”

“I’m sorry I scared you, Dad.”

Kaybre squeezed Vinra’s hand, and then let it go.

[vinracore]

Vinra, Seraphim and Tashiin picrews from this picrew