Clover had seen this before, hadn't she? Though it hadn't been quite like this. Not quite, no.
She'd read stories of princes, brave warriors fighting enormous beasts; their lives always on the line, their ending always victorious. She might have witnessed a few unpleasant quarrels between pirates in Limsa Lominsa, violent scenes of nonsensical decadence. And none were like this-- not this raw, animalistic, intense. Painful.
Ah, perhaps this was what her parents saw, what they felt in that far side of the world. She even tried to imagine it in her small trance, wide eyed, motionless, still unable to remove her gaze from the grotesque scene. Her mouth was open, yet no voice came out of it; it was just in her mind. "Move...! Move...!" Just in her mind, as in those books she always read.
He was down on to his knee then, bleeding, defeated. The Ixal beast had a clear advantage over the hyur, approaching him like an executioner willing to inflict the final blow. The final page of that small story was about to be written in front of Clover's eyes. Would she just watch like a mere spectator in a macabre function? Or would she reach out with her arms one more time, no matter how futile it was?
Her eyes closed, her hand moved the branch slightly once more, calling upon the elementals to hear her soundless voice. The ground shook again, more violently this time, until a small yet protective wall made of stone and sand emerged between the beast and its prey, making the former lose its balance.
"Stand up!"
And this time, her voice did come out of her throat.
She'd read stories of princes, brave warriors fighting enormous beasts; their lives always on the line, their ending always victorious. She might have witnessed a few unpleasant quarrels between pirates in Limsa Lominsa, violent scenes of nonsensical decadence. And none were like this-- not this raw, animalistic, intense. Painful.
Ah, perhaps this was what her parents saw, what they felt in that far side of the world. She even tried to imagine it in her small trance, wide eyed, motionless, still unable to remove her gaze from the grotesque scene. Her mouth was open, yet no voice came out of it; it was just in her mind. "Move...! Move...!" Just in her mind, as in those books she always read.
He was down on to his knee then, bleeding, defeated. The Ixal beast had a clear advantage over the hyur, approaching him like an executioner willing to inflict the final blow. The final page of that small story was about to be written in front of Clover's eyes. Would she just watch like a mere spectator in a macabre function? Or would she reach out with her arms one more time, no matter how futile it was?
Her eyes closed, her hand moved the branch slightly once more, calling upon the elementals to hear her soundless voice. The ground shook again, more violently this time, until a small yet protective wall made of stone and sand emerged between the beast and its prey, making the former lose its balance.
"Stand up!"
And this time, her voice did come out of her throat.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
