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Peacock #12, Transparent #8, Yellow Submarine #18
Name: kay_brooke
Story: The Eighth Saimar
Colors: Peacock #12 (glamor), Transparent #8 (smoke/fog), Yellow Submarine #18 (day after day alone on the hill, the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still)
Styles/Supplies: Miniature Collection
Word Count: 931
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: Eoin's fortunes.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
Eoin was lucky.
He knew what he was before his abilities manifested. His father told him, his mother showed him, and how could he not be like them? So he waited patiently, grew from a young child to an older one knowing what awaited him and what it would mean. When it happened for him, when he discovered he could wrap himself in fog and disappear from men’s eyes, or make them see what he wanted them to see, it was a thing to celebrate, not fear.
#
Eoin was fortunate.
He had inherited his mother’s skill, right down to the letter. Though the power ran in families, often it took a different form in children than it did in the parents, and those forms were different enough to cause difficulties, misunderstandings, an inability to control their gifts when there were no mentors to guide them. But Eoin had his mother, who spoke of her own experiences, who had already been through that hardship alone. So Eoin knew what he was, and how to handle it.
#
Eoin was blessed.
The people of the worshiping house outside his village were sympathetic to his kind. In town he had to hide who he was even from close friends, because the most devoted companion might turn away in fear, betray him to the Light Guard and a torturous death if it was revealed he was Jasmar. But he could be himself at the worshiping house, shielded from suspicions and raids. So he made friends there and he worshiped there, certain that no matter what the Brey said, the spirits saw his true heart and accepted him for it.
#
Eoin was passionate.
He knew what he was, and he knew how to hide it. All around him, though, were people who could not. People suffering under the hatred and fear of their neighbors, people captured by the Light Guard and hanged for the sin of their birth. So when he was sixteen and his father came to him with his own secret, of course Eoin wanted nothing more than to help. He worked with his family to smuggle the Jasmara away, to a place where they would be safe, where they would never have to run.
#
Eoin was understanding.
When he met Lalin, she reacted to him the way most reacted to the Jasmara: anger, fear, suspicion. But he talked to her, he made her see, and at some point along the way he realized he had fallen in love with her. She was not a match his parents would have called ideal--an outcast alsatmar with a bastard child, and one who wasn’t even a Jasmar--but they were who he had learned understanding from. Love struck where it would, Eoin understood that.
#
Eoin was patient.
His father would have never called him so, but there was more and more his father didn’t know. After years of smuggling Jasmara to their hidden cities, his parents had declared themselves too old to continue that fight, and followed them. But the city was stifling, his parents had shown themselves to be weak, and though Lalin tried her best to comfort him, she would never truly understand his plight. He needed to keep fighting. But first he had to make plans, gather allies, and find a way to leave behind his parents’ shadows.
#
Eoin was kind.
He went back for Lalin, again and again, even after his other traveling companions abandoned him. When she could no longer accompany him, he found a safe place for her to stay until the Jasmara won their war and the two of them could live in the open, happily. He was not pleased about the child growing inside her, but he could never leave behind his own flesh and blood. He did everything for them, even after he found Lalin abed with another man, tears streaking her guilty face while their daughter wailed in the next room.
#
Eoin was true.
War washed away the memories of Lalin’s betrayal. War erased the images of his parents’ disappointed faces in his mind. But he was not lost to battle lust or hatred. He stayed with Lalin, tried to repair what his long absence had broken. He worked hard to teach others to control their abilities and direct them to purposeful use on the battlefield. He argued against sending the assassins against the Brey’s remaining heirs--an argument he lost, but he had tried. That mattered.
#
Eoin was important.
He won battles, he helped destroy the Light Guard. Under the tutelage of the Foreigner with his extensive knowledge of the Jasmar his abilities grew until he could confuse whole armies, lead them into a raging river, or off a cliff, or into the gaping maw of his Jasmara army. He could swathe himself in darkness and slip behind enemy lines, take the countenance of another and act as spy. Without him, the Jasmara would have broken. But he continued the fight, and because of that they were victorious.
#
Eoin was merciful.
Lalin fled, calling him a monster, and he did not chase her. The hidden city closed its gates to him, calling him a warmonger, and he did not bring his armies to raze it. The captured satmara spat when he visited their cells, but he did not order their executions. Even the people of the old worshiping house called him unfaithful, but he took pity on them for they did not understand the realities of the world beyond their enclave.
They were powerless, and there was no need to seek revenge when he had already won.
kay_brookeStory: The Eighth Saimar
Colors: Peacock #12 (glamor), Transparent #8 (smoke/fog), Yellow Submarine #18 (day after day alone on the hill, the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still)
Styles/Supplies: Miniature Collection
Word Count: 931
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: Eoin's fortunes.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
Eoin was lucky.
He knew what he was before his abilities manifested. His father told him, his mother showed him, and how could he not be like them? So he waited patiently, grew from a young child to an older one knowing what awaited him and what it would mean. When it happened for him, when he discovered he could wrap himself in fog and disappear from men’s eyes, or make them see what he wanted them to see, it was a thing to celebrate, not fear.
#
Eoin was fortunate.
He had inherited his mother’s skill, right down to the letter. Though the power ran in families, often it took a different form in children than it did in the parents, and those forms were different enough to cause difficulties, misunderstandings, an inability to control their gifts when there were no mentors to guide them. But Eoin had his mother, who spoke of her own experiences, who had already been through that hardship alone. So Eoin knew what he was, and how to handle it.
#
Eoin was blessed.
The people of the worshiping house outside his village were sympathetic to his kind. In town he had to hide who he was even from close friends, because the most devoted companion might turn away in fear, betray him to the Light Guard and a torturous death if it was revealed he was Jasmar. But he could be himself at the worshiping house, shielded from suspicions and raids. So he made friends there and he worshiped there, certain that no matter what the Brey said, the spirits saw his true heart and accepted him for it.
#
Eoin was passionate.
He knew what he was, and he knew how to hide it. All around him, though, were people who could not. People suffering under the hatred and fear of their neighbors, people captured by the Light Guard and hanged for the sin of their birth. So when he was sixteen and his father came to him with his own secret, of course Eoin wanted nothing more than to help. He worked with his family to smuggle the Jasmara away, to a place where they would be safe, where they would never have to run.
#
Eoin was understanding.
When he met Lalin, she reacted to him the way most reacted to the Jasmara: anger, fear, suspicion. But he talked to her, he made her see, and at some point along the way he realized he had fallen in love with her. She was not a match his parents would have called ideal--an outcast alsatmar with a bastard child, and one who wasn’t even a Jasmar--but they were who he had learned understanding from. Love struck where it would, Eoin understood that.
#
Eoin was patient.
His father would have never called him so, but there was more and more his father didn’t know. After years of smuggling Jasmara to their hidden cities, his parents had declared themselves too old to continue that fight, and followed them. But the city was stifling, his parents had shown themselves to be weak, and though Lalin tried her best to comfort him, she would never truly understand his plight. He needed to keep fighting. But first he had to make plans, gather allies, and find a way to leave behind his parents’ shadows.
#
Eoin was kind.
He went back for Lalin, again and again, even after his other traveling companions abandoned him. When she could no longer accompany him, he found a safe place for her to stay until the Jasmara won their war and the two of them could live in the open, happily. He was not pleased about the child growing inside her, but he could never leave behind his own flesh and blood. He did everything for them, even after he found Lalin abed with another man, tears streaking her guilty face while their daughter wailed in the next room.
#
Eoin was true.
War washed away the memories of Lalin’s betrayal. War erased the images of his parents’ disappointed faces in his mind. But he was not lost to battle lust or hatred. He stayed with Lalin, tried to repair what his long absence had broken. He worked hard to teach others to control their abilities and direct them to purposeful use on the battlefield. He argued against sending the assassins against the Brey’s remaining heirs--an argument he lost, but he had tried. That mattered.
#
Eoin was important.
He won battles, he helped destroy the Light Guard. Under the tutelage of the Foreigner with his extensive knowledge of the Jasmar his abilities grew until he could confuse whole armies, lead them into a raging river, or off a cliff, or into the gaping maw of his Jasmara army. He could swathe himself in darkness and slip behind enemy lines, take the countenance of another and act as spy. Without him, the Jasmara would have broken. But he continued the fight, and because of that they were victorious.
#
Eoin was merciful.
Lalin fled, calling him a monster, and he did not chase her. The hidden city closed its gates to him, calling him a warmonger, and he did not bring his armies to raze it. The captured satmara spat when he visited their cells, but he did not order their executions. Even the people of the old worshiping house called him unfaithful, but he took pity on them for they did not understand the realities of the world beyond their enclave.
They were powerless, and there was no need to seek revenge when he had already won.
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