“She has resonance, and she’s certainly aware of us, so… maybe?” “Uh,” Sorey looked quizzically at Lailah. “Hey, Sheps,” Zaveid leaned on Sorey’s shoulder, “I get she can’t see us. Alisha looked towards the source of the sound.įor her part, Rose took the cue to dig in. They then began to to play a lively dance tune. Several seraphim broke off from the main group, grabbing instruments. Lailah spotted a thin line of drool forming at the edge of her mouth. “It is quite the feast,” Alisha noted, seeming to grasp the general gist of events. “Yeah, thanks.” Rose moved up to the food. “Thanks you, Gramps,” Sorey and Mikleo replied eagerly. You deserve a night of light and merriment.” “Mikleo, Sorey, you work hard to bring light into the world. “Whoa,” Rose exclaimed, “that looks delicious.” She rubbed her tummy eagerly, keeping her eyes on the food even when Gramps spoke again. The fire seraph’s flames illuminated the feast, highlighting all the best dishes.Īlisha stepped back from the sudden display, more startled than distressed. Crystalline chalices and platters of food covered it, the smell of meat and vegetables wafting towards the group. The smoke swept across the ground, causing earth to rise into a simple long table. “The seraphim of Elysia decided that the Shepherd deserved a bright night for these dark days.” He blew a puff of smoke from his long pipe. “Indeed,” Lailah added, “it is quite possible that, after her experiences with us, Alisha is much more aware of both seraphim and hellions.” “Come on, Mickey-boy, give the lady some credit,” Zaveid scolded, leaning over the younger Seraphim. “Is she sure that’s not all the fire talking?” Mikleo muttered. This time I can feel the warmth of your family.” “I knew when I first met you, that you hadn’t been raised alone. “I still can’t see them,” Alisha admitted, “but I can certainly feel them more clearly than I used to.” She spread out her arms. Sorey decided it would be best to respond to Alisha. Better the Shepard’s companions looked less childish in front of other seraphim. “She needs to draw from Sorey’s power to see us,” Lailah explained softly in an attempt to quell the commotion before the whole village noticed. She’d seen enough hellions go down to Edna’s umbrella wrath. “Hey, what was that for?” Rose complained, skipping a bit away from the dangerous umbrella. “Can Princess Alisha see seraphim too?” Rose queried. “I received a message requesting I return here,” Alisha explained. “Definitely but…” Wasn’t she busy? He paused, looking at her with his mouth slightly agape. Slightly in front of most of the town stood Gramps and… The seraphim of Elysia appeared before them, standing in the central area of town. Upon crossing the threshold, the spells which marked Gramp’s domain, and hid the seraphim of the village, lost its effect. The party followed her through the gates. “I wanna go talk to this gramps of yours.” “Then what are we waiting for?” Rose marched towards the gates of Elysia. “It certainly is breathtaking, isn’t it?”
It’s not often you get to see so many seraphic artes used in unison.” Zaveid popped up just behind Rose and Sorey. She lightly twirled her umbrella, the out snowflake pattern catching the starlight and sending out a dazzling array around her. “Seems like overkill, if you ask me,” Edna grumbled, materializing just ahead of them.
“I’ve never seen them use this many artes for decoration before.” “Yeesh, it’s really decked out,” Rose remarked beside him. Sorey had never seen them used so artistically before. The fire seraphim put them up on winter nights to help keep the town warm. Sorey stared, an open-mouthed grin on his face. Indeed, their reflection in the snow below seemed to call out to long forgotten memories. The light reflected off of intricate ice sculptures and well-placed icicles. It even seemed to drift the flame away from anyone who wandered near. Wind danced among the skybound fire, causing it to flicker and dance. Earthen lanterns lined the paths, encasing the flames so they wouldn’t burn anyone who strayed. Flickering flames hovered around the homes and lit the paths. You can also find it on my tumblr (lessiehanamoray). He then spots Sorey in bunny ears, and things progress about how you'd expect.A short story written as part of #talesofsanta. Mikleo awakens in a strange forest, separated from his friends. “Why do you keep running away? Sorey!” “We’re both very late,” Sorey called over his shoulder. Mikleo whirled around, tugging his skirt down to prevent further attempts on his dignity (as much as it still existed). A System of Justice Based Entirely on What Puns Your Defense Attorney Is Capable Of.For Codeadleaf Fandoms: Tales of Zestiria
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