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March 16, 2011 / Bika

[RP] In the Tall Grass

Here’s a little Rift rp from me and Claire. We borrowed heavily from our Warcraft characters for Fenn and Bika, a pair of Eth Ascended, but don’t be fooled by her name… Eth Bika doesn’t take much from her namesake. I’d go into particulars, but what’s the fun in that? You’ll see for yourself, eventually. PS. If you haven’t read it yet, check out our last WoW Ambika & Fenniel story on her blog!

Authors: Me & Claire

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The static sigh of waves washing over the sandbar sought ears to fill and the sand, bathed in the warmth of a fair season’s sun, waited for feet to sink into it to the cool layers beneath. A pulse of foamy saltwater licked the shore, then retreated to the sea.

In the tall grass a curled mass of black hair bounced into view and disappeared, its owner ducking into the green and leaving the promise of hot beach sand unfulfilled. Crouching low, her knees bare and brown under her tunic, the girl examined the sun-bleached skull half buried in the sandy soil.

She brushed away the mica-speckled dirt caked in the bottom curve of each blank eye socket. It crumbled under her delicate touch. Was it beast or Kelari? Its shape suggested the latter but it was broken in places, making it hard to say. She’d hardly met any Kelari before today.

Did it even count as only one day when they were spaced so wildly far apart, both in time and temperament? She hadn’t slept since the Awakening. In truth, she was afraid to sleep.

The sound of her own name called over the constant sough of the sea pierced her dreamstate. With an absentminded sort of reverence she brought the skull close to her body and stood, the silk lining of her tunic falling down over her thighs. She turned in the direction of Fenn’s voice and raised one hand, palm-first, to the perfect sky, signaling her position. This could only be a dream: The sound of the sea, the warmth of the sun, the coolness of bone against her thumb; the soft ocean breeze and the slippery fabric kissing her bare skin.

Any moment, she would wake up.

He broke through the beach grass winded and sweating under his clothes. He was head and shoulders above both grass and girl, and she stood in his shade for a moment before trying a cautious smile.

“I lost you,” he said between breaths, and she noted the panic beneath his words, keenly aware of how much he needed her. It was a fair exchange. Fenn kept the cleric tethered to reality, such as it was, and in return Bika made sure he wasn’t alone.

If she were completely truthful with herself, she feared loneliness just as much as he did, if not more.

Bika put a hand on his arm. “I’m hungry.”

Fenn nodded. “Me too. What do you want to eat?”

She looked confused. “I… don’t know. What do we eat?”

“I think we can eat whatever we want.” He smiled down at the girl. “I ate a loaf of bread earlier today.”

“That sounds good. I think.” Bika looked at the skull nestled in the crook of her arm. It looked back. “I forgot I was supposed to eat.”

Fenn blinked rapidly. “You forgot to eat?”

The surf was too loud for either of them to hear her stomach growl in response, but she felt it. “Yeah. Can you show me where to get some food?”

“Sure…um. Why are you holding a skull?”

“It’s important.”

Fenn frowned. “I…uh…okay. Why?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. But I’m really hungry.”

They parted the grasses, one following the other in a line, and the sound of the sea filled the void they left behind.

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