Nanashi
She grimaced at the man’s loud laughter. She was not expecting it and damn he could be loud. Her poor ears.
“I don’t need to believe when I know gods exist.” She told him, a bitter tone in her mouth, her hand absentmindedly fiddling with her cyan blue scarf. Her eyes scanned the bar, annoyed that she still hasn’t brought her drink. She didn’t tell him that if his god did exist it would probably not be what he thought it was. “They tend to be dicks.”
The food she understood, but at least get her drink damn it. And now she had to deal with this guy sitting next to her. Today was just getting better. At least she could hope that cross wasn’t blessed.
Her ears twitched as she heard the sounds of cooking, feeling her stomach rumble.
Fiona Bacarra
She looked at the dragon with a sad smile, “Sorry, but I probably should go. I have been putting some things off to much.” She spun around a bit, before stopping, “Oh, I have an idea.” she mumbled, reaching to her cloak.
From there she pulled out a small sprig of Alfalfa, its purple flowers in full bloom and abnormally bright. “I carry around some of this for good like” She told him, it was a little white lie, but it was the thought that mattered, “It brings good luck.”
Then she walked over to the dragon, and using its soft and loose stalk she tied to one of his spikes. “There,” She said satisfied while nodding, “for good luck.”
She then smiled. “I hope we can see each other against soon. It was nice to meet you.”
She had since separated from the dragon, and from there she searched for a place to practice. It was not long until her crows reported a forest, a place filled with power and life. The choice where to practice was obvious. She had reached it quickly though her blessing.
That is why she was currently, standing in the middle of a small clearing, some of her crows sitting on the branches in the woods. It was… abnormally warm compared to the rest of the nexus. The trees were thick, and there were stories trapped within their bark. Ancient echoes, ancient powers, ancient tales.
She took a few deep breaths, calming her nerves, and in her hands something appeared. A long staff, decorated with a cross and roses, with an odd headpiece that was vaguely like a blade. She spun it, it dancing across her fingers with expert skill. Light and warm, the staff hummed in her hands, and then, from both sides of the head blades appeared, one larger than the other, taking the shape of a crescent moon.
And she continued to spin it, it danced, guiding though the air leaving a trace of red as it began to increase in speed. It danced between her arms, using her neck and movements of her body to guide it. Like a dancer. She moved elegantly, roses softly dancing from her form, as a cloud of red surrounded her, the spinning scythe only being a blur. From the dirt below her, small spouts could be seen, as she stepped and danced.
Her face was still, warm but calm, strict but soft. It was the picture of grace and focus. And so she continued to dance. The blade moving faster and faster, until, eventually, she reached the end. She spun, the scythe in both hands as she danced, until she finished with a flourish, the blade in the air, the shaft at a diagonal across her chest, and her feet slightly spread, one before the other.
Taking deep breaths, she lowered her scythe, relaxing slightly, letting some of her energy return. Mentally she searched the garden, looking for something soft to eat, and in it she found a berry. In a glow of green, a few appeared in her hands. They looked like raspberries, but they seemed to be filled with some energy, from the place they were grown.
Then she moved over to one of the large trees and sat down against it, and slowly began to eat at the berries she found, relaxing before she began her practice again.
