Post by Ress on Jun 8, 2009 2:46:38 GMT -5
Resplendent wood, 3
* The warm sun beat down upon the seaside section of Bezair lovingly known as West Bezair. The gods seemed to see fit to place a soft breeze over the now calm waters, a sign to all fishermen that the worst was over and now was the time for making a living... but not all was well in the city of imported Westerners.
Within sight of the city, five young boys with yellow painted on caste marks on their foreheads played pretend with shells and sticks on a light beige sandy beach, attacking clumps of seaweed and boulders as they walked by.
These children were well kept western children, clothed in finer cloth play slacks looking much like capri pants... of course, these privileged children had little to worry about.
From farther up the coast, another young boy of perhaps 8 years approached the "circle" of Exalt impressionist youth.
This child was very much unlike the others. This child wore what used to be sail's cloth tied around his waist with a bit of rope. His hair was longer, about chin length, as opposed to the other children's shorter cut hair.... but the thing that really differed him from the group.. was that he had green skin, white hair, red eyes and pointed ears.
The child approached the group, asking softly if he could play with them as a Dragon-Blooded, or as Leviathan, only to have that responded with a hail of thrown rocks and shouts of " Get out of here Pirate! The Sun hates you! We don't want Lintha here!"
A larger child with a dawn caste mark on his forehead managed to hit the green boy in his nose with his first rock, making it bleed.
It took a moment for the green boy to realize he was bleeding, but readily ran off crying. The boy with the Zenith mark patted the dawn on his shoulder and said " The Sun is very proud". They then returned to their sticks and shells.
Not too far, the nose bleeding Lintha child arrived at his slightly dirty, mostly unfurnished home in town, where his tanned, purple haired mother waited.
Promptly, she cleaned his face and picked him up, rocking him softly until he stopped crying. She sat them down in a couch, fashioned from an old lifeboat and listened to his story of what happened.
Biting back tears, the twenty five year old mother, nodded, then sighed, stroking her son's white hair* " sometimes, Asra... people are afraid of what is different. They fear it so much that they do not want to know it, no matter how special it is. And I am sorry that it is your curse to bear this difference."
*The child nodded, letting out a sniff as he calmed down even more. He leaned over, resting the side of his head on his mother's leg.. when out of nowhere, he spoke up*..." Am I a pirate?"
* She placed her hand on the green child's back, silent tears now rolling down her cheeks, as she knew not how to answer her son's painful question"
* The warm sun beat down upon the seaside section of Bezair lovingly known as West Bezair. The gods seemed to see fit to place a soft breeze over the now calm waters, a sign to all fishermen that the worst was over and now was the time for making a living... but not all was well in the city of imported Westerners.
Within sight of the city, five young boys with yellow painted on caste marks on their foreheads played pretend with shells and sticks on a light beige sandy beach, attacking clumps of seaweed and boulders as they walked by.
These children were well kept western children, clothed in finer cloth play slacks looking much like capri pants... of course, these privileged children had little to worry about.
From farther up the coast, another young boy of perhaps 8 years approached the "circle" of Exalt impressionist youth.
This child was very much unlike the others. This child wore what used to be sail's cloth tied around his waist with a bit of rope. His hair was longer, about chin length, as opposed to the other children's shorter cut hair.... but the thing that really differed him from the group.. was that he had green skin, white hair, red eyes and pointed ears.
The child approached the group, asking softly if he could play with them as a Dragon-Blooded, or as Leviathan, only to have that responded with a hail of thrown rocks and shouts of " Get out of here Pirate! The Sun hates you! We don't want Lintha here!"
A larger child with a dawn caste mark on his forehead managed to hit the green boy in his nose with his first rock, making it bleed.
It took a moment for the green boy to realize he was bleeding, but readily ran off crying. The boy with the Zenith mark patted the dawn on his shoulder and said " The Sun is very proud". They then returned to their sticks and shells.
Not too far, the nose bleeding Lintha child arrived at his slightly dirty, mostly unfurnished home in town, where his tanned, purple haired mother waited.
Promptly, she cleaned his face and picked him up, rocking him softly until he stopped crying. She sat them down in a couch, fashioned from an old lifeboat and listened to his story of what happened.
Biting back tears, the twenty five year old mother, nodded, then sighed, stroking her son's white hair* " sometimes, Asra... people are afraid of what is different. They fear it so much that they do not want to know it, no matter how special it is. And I am sorry that it is your curse to bear this difference."
*The child nodded, letting out a sniff as he calmed down even more. He leaned over, resting the side of his head on his mother's leg.. when out of nowhere, he spoke up*..." Am I a pirate?"
* She placed her hand on the green child's back, silent tears now rolling down her cheeks, as she knew not how to answer her son's painful question"