fire and iron and scales
For Ludo!
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#1
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An idea had formed in her mind, branched off of experience, objects and artifacts already quantified, and the notions of the stretch of the sea – wandering forward, stretching out her semblances to the statue and shrine immersed into the wake of the water. Her hands brushed over the stone, toes skimming over the surface as she glided, the bangle of her Fae anklet hallmarking the opportunity to simply move uninhibited along the shallow ends. Fangorn remained on shore, hastily bounding back and forth along sands and ports, while Melita rummaged through her bag, producing several trinkets she’d managed to gather. Placing the miniature toys, little chess and checker pieces, and a few differently colored rocks (from bobbing amongst streams), along the boulder, she inhaled a strong, sturdy breath, eyes out across the ocean. Then she bowed her head, summoning her strength, her might, and her will. “Ludo, I have a request.”
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Ludo
The chess and checker pieces weave and dance about each other, as if in an imaginary fight. Then one checker piece flings itself off and into the ocean, landing in the water with a plunk. The victor remains - it and the rocks rise up and into the waving rags of the waiting god. Ludo appears as it usually does at the Torchline shrine, wrapped about the statue in an embrace. It regards Melita curiously, mask tilted at the Accepted.

"Then speak it, sweetling. For requests will remain just that until their terms are made material." It waved the little chess piece at her, like it was the toy doing the speaking, not the deity.
Melita Najya
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#3
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She lifted her head just as the chess and checker pieces began their bobbing and weaving, watching with the lightest of smiles as one finally conquered the other, a laugh following through – the rags intertwined and flowing from the sea thereafter. Her gaze was embedded and infused in ebullience, a wild enthrallment at the sight of the herald. Straight to the point, no billowing about; she nodded in that aspect. “I was wondering if I could arrows that produced electricity.” Her fingers went to the quiver along her back, pulling forth one of the weapons already instilled, an offering of inspection or understanding. “Similar to how Remi made these embedded with fire.”
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Ludo
Ludo listened, its mask craning here and there to try and get a better look at the quiver she produced the arrows from. It seemed to be calculating something, deciding, and a low hum left it. "I can alter your quiver that it might provide you access to both. But I would need to take it from you for a time."

Waggling one of its rags at her, it seemed to ask if that was acceptable. "The quiver would be split. One half of the arrows stored will be imbued with fire. The rest with electricity." As with everything, though, there was a price.

"What I would need from you in exchange is very small, very simple." It seemed to smile. "Just a memory that you don't want any more."
Melita Najya
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She listened, fascinated and enthralled, nodding her head along with Ludo’s notions and calculations. The quiver was automatically taken off her shoulder, handing it over, and the finality of the price didn’t stop her. “Okay,” easy acceptance, a nod, a pulse of movement.

Perhaps it was her impulsivity, sentiments of deep ruminations that never quite reached her mind. Perhaps it was her impetuousness, prone to snagging and grasping things she craved, wanted, without a second thought. Perhaps there were things she simply wanted to forget, and this was the opportunity for it to dissipate entirely from her haunted snippets; incapable of pondering the consequences thereafter.

“What about this one?” The chill took over her soul when she thought of it, drummed it again in her memories – the Rift, deep in the smoke and ethers, a rampage of terror and treachery – her mother’s hands reaching to strangle her. It hadn’t been her real, corporeal, tangible, sweet, kind, and compassionate parent. The one who’d sung lullabies, The one who’d granted them free reign of wildflowers and sonnets. The one who’d told them ancient stories and legends. The one who’d sacrificed herself so that her daughters might live.

The wraith’s hands had been gnarled and knotted and smothering, tainted, twisted bouts of Rift infusions – she could remember the howls, the screams, the utter terror and fear, and Iskra pulling her out of the suffocating fumes. That was a moment she could sacrifice and give.
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Ludo
The quiver would seem to hover in the air before them as Ludo stated its price and Melita answered. Its mask tilted this way and that, seeming to consider whether the memory was good enough. And of course it was. The quiver simply winked out of existence as it decided that Melita's offer would do.

"This will appear to you again when I am finished," Ludo assured her. "Until that time, I suggest you take care without it." Something hung in the air, unspoken, but the deity was already leaving, like a shawl blowing adrift in the sea breeze.



Melita's quiver has been upgraded!

Fire/Lightning Quiver | A magical quiver with two compartments. In one, it turns any arrow placed within into a flaming projectile when shot. In the other, the arrow becomes imbued with electricity. (Made by Remi)

The quiver will reappear to her in TWO IC WEEKS. During this time, Melita will have dreadful nightmares about the memory divulged to Ludo. Once the quiver is returned, the memory and nightmares will disappear forever.
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#7
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She waited, waited, waited, a held breath caught in the back of her throat, in the excruciating pain lodged in her lungs, in her chest. As if she were being strangled and suffocated again, no idea what the future tremors and slumber would bring – believing she was empty, free, liberated from those torturous days.

But then her quiver disappeared, and she felt vulnerable without its familiarity, without its power, nodding all the same. “Thank you,” the youth whispered, gathering Fangorn in her arms, to quell the absence pushing and pulling against her soul. The rags drifted, left, and she, somewhat bereft, clung to the belief it would be all for the better – that these moments wouldn’t grind so harshly from now.

Perhaps she was wrong. Perhaps she was right.

So she turned away from the shrine, and back out into the ether, to wait, wait, wait again.

{-FIN}
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MELITA


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