Pretzel Heart
Afterimage of Broad Daylight
❀ Naira Regenbogen ❀
❀ Location: Fort Castellum; back of Legion 111th Battalion
❀ With: None, atm
❀ With: None, atm
Here it was. The moment of her first battle.
Naira might have been terrified if her brain had the ability to spark between synapses long enough for her to connect the fragility of her tiny, ill-prepared body to her current situation. A healer with very little experience past formal schooling, no knowledge of combat, and, most damaging of all...no real desire to fight. She had only ended up in the Legion because, well, she didn't have much elsewhere to go. It wasn't as if returning to Glypheim wasn't an option, but... ...as much as she hated to admit it, she wasn't ready. Not without her Papa. And so the Battalion had more or less adopted her; they were her family now.
Which meant that, to support them, she would have to fight.
As if to provide dramatic tension to her zinging thoughts, the low, determined beat of a drum began to sound from the patch of gloom right next to her. The solemn cadence seemed to echo throughout her entire body, serving to make Naira even more jittery, and she almost sparkled with nervous energy.
Was she really ready? Was the girl who had cried and fled from the Aurhalz Knights really capable of fighting in a full-fledged battle?
Yes she was! Now was scarcely the time to lose heart! After all, she was a proven fighter, a survivor! And now she wasn't all alone, but surrounded by all her lovely friends~! Like...uhm...Really Tall Flirty Guy, and...well...Flying Gals 1 and 2...and, those swell guys...Bow Boy and Bow Girl...their leader...what was her name again...?
Well, maybe she really couldn't call any of them her "friends." At least...not yet.
"You're right, Pipa! That isn't true! We have the Light of Glypheim here! Everything will be okay, it has to..."
She was very thankful she had at least worked up the courage to speak to Dali the previous night. Maybe, over time, she could find it in herself to get to know the rest, too. Maybe her next target should be Bow Boy? He was also hanging back, perhaps surveying the scene. Well...actually, he was kind of intimidating looking, so maybe not. Though secretly she thought he made a rather pretty pair with the Troubadour she had seen back at camp. They were both elves weren't they...? Such a pairing would certainly be ~electrifying~ --
A resounding roar from their fearsome leader snapped Naira back into the moment, causing her to nearly fling away Pipa in alarm. Regaining herself, she clutched the doll so closely to her chest that its usually lopsided eyes bulged out even more, looking like squashed tomatoes. A scary man with very white hair had snapped at her earlier, scolding her for bringing a toy onto the battlefield. And...well, even if she didn't think she'd be able to stand here in front of the looming fortress without her best friend, the scary man probably had a point. It was true that she wasn't a child anymore. And she had been through more traumatizing incidents than most adults.
Then again...with the arrival of the Monolith, and the splitting of once unified nations into scattered, bloodthirsty factions...
The world was a different place. Everyone had had to grow up fast.
Surely there must be a way...if only I could...if could just talk to them, wouldn't they agree this fighting is senseless?
As she pondered she began to wander, and before she really knew what she was doing, she was pleasantly making her way down what in moments was about to become a blood-seeped battlefield. The jaunty ditty of the drum - now quite forgotten to be a war tune - continued to thrum in her head, and there was even a little skip to every step.
"Oh! Uhm...pardon me."
She had been so distracted that she had bumped into an iron-clad woman. Curtsying politely and scrambling to pick up the staves she had dropped in the encounter, Naira was about to say more when a glittering stone reflecting the sparse hues of sunlight that filtered, every once in a while, through the dark and foreboding clouds, caused her to dash into some nearby trees. Her bird brain had completely gotten off track from the...issue at hand.
"Wow! These gold sparkles almost look like electricity, don't they, Pipa? Maybe inside there's an energy orb! I'm sure if I brought it home, Mama would find some way to extract it-- What? What do you mean, pay attention?"
Oh, right.
War.
[Naira moves to D22]
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