Sky Hart - The Storm Chaser
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Sky Hart - The Storm Chaser
- Fandomless OC with LoL, FFXIV and DnD verses - Ask /Art RP blog (SFW/NSFW content) - Multi-ship/Multi-verse - 10 years Tumblr RP experience - Penned by Capes / 30+
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"Waaaait, Franchesca? You don't look like a Franchesca, isn't that not even a name here?"
'E-Eto?!'
The woman turned to the witch in confusion, unsure where the question had even come from. Its not as if she had told her such a thing....so how would she know?? Had she left her journal out? Had the Raven stolen a page?!
'It's...not a name I use...nor did I chose it...' She clearly looked a little uncomfortable, compiling her words.
'It's....more symbolic, or that's how it was told to me. 'Hart' was my father's contribution....and Francesca was my mother's....Sky was the name they both agreed on....apparently.'
She glanced to the side, a hang going to the back of her neck.
'...It probably should have been left in the past...but to forget a part of my mother? That would be foolish, in every sense of the word.'
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The raven lands before her and approaches her takoyaki with ill intent, one menacing foot steps after the other, but then he stops and looks up at the woman like an ancient devil with a plan.
"Smell good."
He declares, purplish-black eyes holding contact like only a few men could. One step forward again, then another, claws raise and tap at the wood at the rhythm of fingertips, then between two taps a coin shines suddenly, which hadn't been there before, and with that feet, it is slid forward. An antique piece of silver from a great empire which crumbled six thousand years ago, the kind of trinket a collector would kill to get.
"Trade."
The woman had one of the takoyaki on a stick, about to bite into the warm snack before she noticed the raven, eyes widening slightly.
What in the Hell's was that thing doing here?!
She followed it's every move, holding the stick close to her almost defensively. It still irked her the bloody thing could talk, yet the Witch's pet had proven time and time again it was smarter than it looked...and it would do so here...again.
The woman eyed the silver piece, not recognising the coinage. For all she knew, it could have been a knock-off, a counterfeit that no other merchant would willingly accept.
....And yet....would the bird know the difference?
She pouted for a moment, only to sigh in defeat. She couldn't help but smirk at the gesture, offering the stick to the creature.
'Trade.'
⚡️ Not living life without fear is one thing. Living it terrified is another. Don't you see how much you overadjusted after what happened to you?
'Perhaps...I did. Or perhaps my priorities changed, then grew stuck in my ways.' There was a defeated shrug, glancing to the side.
'At least I'm still here. That's what matters the most, I guess...'
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'5 foot 4, or so I've been told. Why does that matter to you?'
"Whats a place you once visited that you wish you could see again?" Caitlyn was tending to the campfire, making sure there were enough logs for the night and that it wouldn't be put out. "And I don't mean 'home' I mean a place you passed by or were invited to but only been there once, and you wish you could go back?"
She stretches and leans into the fire. "I wish I had more of an excuse to visit Targon again..."
The woman had been tracking the pair's progress in her journal, noting the distance travelled and looking for quicker routes to their target destination. The question brought her back to the fore, pouting for a few moments in thought as she thought about the question.
Where indeed?
The mercenary had been fortunate enough to travel far and wide across Runeterra...but even so, there were better places than others.
'Targon is an interesting choice. Their peoples are a curious bunch, as are their principles...or so I've heard.' She had only been near to the mountain, yet the peoples of Shurima had many stories of pilgrims traversing to the mountain. Their descriptions of the Aspects were...hard to believe in truth, but if the woman had learnt anything on her travels, anything was possible.
She closed her eyes, her pencil resting on her cheek. She had clearer ideas of where not to go, avoiding Noxus and it's surrounding territories. Yet that was a choice... not one she was barred from.
A scoff.
'I'd have to say, I would be curious to return to Demacia. I was told many tales of the state, yet I've only been once... shame I can't return.' She twirled the pencil between her fingers, offering a shrug.
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//I swear I reblogged a prompt earlier but it never registered. Is mobile tumblr broken?!
⚡️"Why is it so right to be lonely?"
'Because it's easier.' There was a shrug. 'Why burden others when you know your life isn't certain. That's selfish...through and through.' Her hand lowered from the pendant, cradling it with her other.
'It is the price I pay to live the life I do. I was warned of this....I didn't listen...and I found out the hard way that, well...maybe it was better to heed those warnings in the end...'
'I still meet others on the road. I have contacts in various regions...I'm not a hermit by any means. I'm not alone-'
⚡️"Life is all about risks and love. And people are worth taking risks for. Career won't be forever, but love can last lifetimes. So tell me..." "When will you realize you're afraid of the risk love brings? And will you ever face the excuses you make to avoid it?"
"You say if only things were different. If only circumstances weren't the way they were."
"Are you afraid of love? Truly?"
'I'm not a stranger to the concept. I agree, life is about risk...but how we assess it...how we deal with it....that is our choice to determine...is it not?' It was evident there was irritation in her tone....yet it wasn't out anger. There was hesitancy.
'I've seen it go wrong. For others. For myself. I've dealt with those consequences and those lessons I took to heart-' She bit her lip, eyes closed and fingers finding purchase on her pendant.
'Perhaps....I am afraid, but I can assure you , with good reason...' Her voice grew quiet, no longer certain. 'Things...are so much easier to deal without others to deal with. No other lives on the line....no one that can stab you in the back. To live life without fear is foolish, it will get you killed. It lead to mistakes.'
'Why is it so wrong to be cautious?!'
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What does rage feel like to you?
Your Sword
Your rage is a tool. it's not good or bad -- it simply is, something you use to your advantage. it serves a purpose, be that to slash and cut down, or to fend off. you hold it proudly, as naturally as you hold your head up high. be careful, dear -- a sword is useless without someone with the knowledge to properly swing.
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