Telrenya

She didn't like this anymore. Her head felt scrambled and it was hard to concentrate on anything. All she could focus on was her tear-blurred vision and the shape of Ryo planting himself on the floor across from her. A small hiccup worked its way into her silent sobs and she listened to what he had to say. The instinct to argue with him bubbled in her chest. To tell him that he was wrong, that he doesn't know what happened, or what she was going through. He didn't know about their fights. He didn't know how she struggled with reality in every sense of the word the past few...how long had it be

Telrenya accepted her partner's handshake eagerly--maybe a little too eagerly--and nodded to confirm her identity. But the next words out of Lessa's mouth caused her stomach to twist into a sudden, tight knot. "O-oh! Has he?" Of course he would have! They'd been friends for a long time, right? Dumb question. She opened her mouth to speak again, but couldn't pick the right words. 'Nothing bad, I hope'? 'How's he been lately?' She practically knocked the wind out of herself as that last one crossed her mind. And so her jaw closed again, settling into a weak, nerve-wracked smile. She should messa

✧♪✦⋆♫⋆✦♪✧ When Telrenya opened her eyes and began to push herself up, she was greeted with the white landscape of the void filled with colored glass. Her heart racing, her eyes stinging, and her breathing heavy, she looked around in silence while her mind settled and tried to process everything that had just happened. ”Newfound purpose often brings a sense of enlightenment.” That voice remarked as plainly as it ever did. Telrenya pulled her knees in under her and looked over towards the shape. She had only just begun to steady herself, the events of her last trial replaying in h

✧♪✦⋆♫⋆✦♪✧ As the minutes ticked by, nothing worked. She couldn’t find any hole or gap in the wall. Not a single thing could pass through or cause it to waver. Everyone around her just acted like it wasn’t there. The way they looked at her, Estelle may as well have been pacing around a brick wall all this time. ”Excuse me, miss. Do you live around here?” She turned to see a couple of men in police uniforms standing there and she froze. ”O-oh, I, um–” She stammered over an answer, stiffening up and instinctively straightening out her clothes. ”W-well, yes, I do, but I–” ”Please, would

✧♪✦⋆♫⋆✦♪✧ Estelle stood perplexed with a weight settling into her chest. She looked back to the woman and took a few hurried steps to catch up to her before she’d disappeared from view. ”Um! Excuse me!” She called out. To her relief, the woman stopped and turned back towards her. ”S-sorry to bother you. I, um… Do you see?” She pointed across towards where the player stood against the threshold. ”Is… is that your son?” She couldn’t come up with a more delicate way to address the situation, but the way the woman’s expression shifted from confusion to silent anguish practically made her squi

✧♪✦⋆♫⋆✦♪✧ But as she crested that hill, breathing a bit heavier, she was met with a horizon that didn’t quite match the still, mid-morning air that settled on her cheeks or the twittering of birds that intermingled with the noise of the train crossing two blocks over. She was instead met with rolling hills of lush green grass that rippled in wide arcs from a fresh, strong breeze. A sky painted with all different shades of deep blue, orange, pink, and purple as the sun hung low. In the distance lay a sprawling city surrounded by curved walls that stretched on for miles, twinkling to life t

✧♪✦⋆♫⋆✦♪✧ She knew this place. Of course she did. It smelled just like she remembered: springtime. Her favorite flowers sprung from those well-manicured bushes in her neighbor’s yard. They made her walk home a little more enjoyable every day. She felt the weight of a bag slung across her shoulder and she looked down to find herself dressed in a nice pair of leggings, a pleated white skirt, and a soft blue top with baggy sleeves that reached just past her elbows. She knew those clothes, too. ”Oh, Estelle?” A familiar voice called out that pulled tenderly at her chest. Without thinking

✧♪✦⋆♫⋆✦♪✧ It felt like there was more to say. Weak embers still stirring within her heart. Not some burning confession or eye-opening revelation, just…more thoughts to express, more feelings to describe, more words that longed to be spoken. ”An address lacking its audience proves wasteful.” The shape faced her from a distance. There was a long silence. “You said I could be here for a while, right?” Her voice was weak, barely more than a whisper. She had no energy left to speak up or call out to them. ”An eternity.” It repeated. Telrenya merely braced herself against th

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A familiar face, unchanged by the passage of time. She'd been seeing more and more of those lately. Amazing what pulling yourself out of your own shell after so long could accomplish. A bright smile broke out on Telrenya's face. "Vigilon! I knew I recognized your name on that tournament sheet." She purposefully hadn't spent much time mingling with the other combatants outside of the arenas so far. She had to wonder if and when the two of them might end up being matched against each other. "Yes, of course," She paused to look over the stats that he specified. They were important ones, but

The walk from the teleport gate to the smithy was less nerve-wracking this time. Now that she'd received the confirmation that her order was ready, and given explicit instructions, Telrenya was much less intimidated by knocking on the door that read 'Closed'. Yet, when she arrived, she was surprised to see no such notification. Still, she did as she was told, and reached up to give a firm knock on the heavy wooden door. Seconds later, it swung open and she was surprised to be able to see the whole interior of the shop. She stepped inside where she was shown her weapon finished and ready.

They had been cackling and wheezing and sharing stories for a while now, but the mood began to shift before Ryo's forehead planted against the counter. Telrenya had just taken another swig of champagne when his grievances reached her ears and she frowned while setting the glass back down. He mentioned the dragon hunter quests, but the topic slipped past her for the time being. She couldn't help but place a hand on his shoulderblade and attempt to comfort him. "Hey, don't be upset about not being on the frontlines or whatever." She insisted. "I mean, yeah, there are some fun quests and stuff, b

"Oh, it's beautiful!" Telrenya beamed, truly impressed with Krysta's craftsmanship. She gingerly took the main body of the cloth armor in her hands and lifted it up in front of her. She could have easily selected the option to equip it, but in the moment it was more fun to forget they were in a video game and simply hold it up against herself in front of the nearest mirror. She admired the look of it draped against her front for a few moments, then turned to give a thankful nod towards the shopkeeper. "Thank you so much. I've really been needing to refresh my wardrobe, so I'll definitely have

✧♪✦⋆♫⋆✦♪✧ She thought back to that encounter with the stranger she had tried to protect. ”I’m…” She hesitated, slowly thinking things through and forming the words, ”I’m less afraid of what it will do to me…but more afraid of it taking others away.” She concluded softly. She thought about each name she’d seen crossed out on the Monument of Life. Those she knew, and those she didn’t. Every frontliner. She remembered every time she tried to talk Jomei out of attending the next floor boss raid. She remembered staying up all night worrying over whether any of them wouldn’t come back. She reme

A simple round table stood dressed in a pristine white cloth, adorned with a pink vase holding an arrangement of roses and baby's breath. The glow of a soft yellow candle provided an ambiance that truly set a romantic mood, the presentation spot-on for a dinner date for two. Two comfortable padded chairs stood opposite each other, with rolled silverware resting in front of each. In the center of the small table sat two entrees: a single plate with a generous serving of spaghetti and meatballs, and a wooden tray with an assortment of high-quality sushi. An interesting dinner pairing. Telre