"Escher" [Samasu, Sanka - 寒花 【かんか】] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
crystaline) wrote2024-08-27 07:14 am
crystaline) wrote2024-08-27 07:14 am
[Non-Interactable/Short Story]
"A truly stunning display once again by our own Queen of the Ice, Escher!"
Escher-- known to few as "Samasu, Sanka," barely took the time to take a bow after her duel was finished, the ice already melting and fading, before she turned on her heel to walk out of the arena. The cameras had caught everything, and the duel-- no, the dance-- would be seen by anyone who would opt to watch.
But there was no time for frivolities. She had to move onto the next dance. And the next. And the next. She had to plan out her performances each time. This one was-- it wasn't enough-- it didn't call to the flames she sorely wished for.
It was difficult, being one so deeply entrenched in the cold, that she couldn't even form a proper beacon quite yet. It would be easier if she had some more direct assistance, but... ah, well, this was her fight she decided to take on. And speaking too loudly would cause problems.
People who would wonder if she had cracked. If she had become delusional. Or would quiet her for her knowledge.
After all, what good is a Clear Mind if you can't convince others of what you know? Who would ever say that a King of Kings walked among them, loved among them?
No, she had to try harder. She had to put on a performance that was like those flames. She had to embrace that passion, and push herself.
... She let out a little sigh, however. Even if this life is better for them...
She did miss how she could honestly speak with her friends. Maybe it might be time to see if one of them would take well to a reminder...
Escher-- known to few as "Samasu, Sanka," barely took the time to take a bow after her duel was finished, the ice already melting and fading, before she turned on her heel to walk out of the arena. The cameras had caught everything, and the duel-- no, the dance-- would be seen by anyone who would opt to watch.
But there was no time for frivolities. She had to move onto the next dance. And the next. And the next. She had to plan out her performances each time. This one was-- it wasn't enough-- it didn't call to the flames she sorely wished for.
It was difficult, being one so deeply entrenched in the cold, that she couldn't even form a proper beacon quite yet. It would be easier if she had some more direct assistance, but... ah, well, this was her fight she decided to take on. And speaking too loudly would cause problems.
People who would wonder if she had cracked. If she had become delusional. Or would quiet her for her knowledge.
After all, what good is a Clear Mind if you can't convince others of what you know? Who would ever say that a King of Kings walked among them, loved among them?
No, she had to try harder. She had to put on a performance that was like those flames. She had to embrace that passion, and push herself.
... She let out a little sigh, however. Even if this life is better for them...
She did miss how she could honestly speak with her friends. Maybe it might be time to see if one of them would take well to a reminder...