15th of Ashan 719
It was their first trial being reunited with Alistair, after an arc and a half, they had finally found him. And even though Fridgar had made terrible mistakes, mistakes that would affect them forever, Alistair was willing to forgive them and forget. What was more, Alistair had said farewell to his boyfriend, the one that he'd used to fill the void while they were believed to be dead. While they were still apprehensive about accepting that Alistair had been with other people in their absence, they couldn't blame him. After all, Fridgar had laid with another while they had lost Alistair, and while Fridgar had let it destroy themselves, Alistair didn't seem to care... Which was almost concerning. At that moment, though, they didn't care. They were content just to lay beside Alistair.
While they didn't enjoy sleeping and could quite easily avoid such a thing if they felt like it, tonight was a special occasion. As they laid there beneath the covers, with Alistair wrapped in their arms, their ties to their totems began to fade, as though they weren't there. Of course, Fridgar couldn't take their family with them into the dream. Only Fridgar's soul would ever ascend to Emea. It was a place where they were not a 'we', but a 'me'. And so, the flowing river that was sleep carried him off, the thoughts and feelings of all their totems became increasingly distant. He was alone suddenly. This was often the point that disturbed him, jolted him back to consciousness to fill his head with the members of his family again, but not tonight. He let himself drift, knowing that he wasn't alone with Alistair in his arms.
It was an ordinary Friday, everyone was excited to go home for the weekend and waste time doing whatever. For Fridgar, he couldn't wait to go home to work on his basket weaving technique. As he opened his eyes, he found himself much closer to the ground than normal, all the walls were so high, a flight of nearby stairs seemed ridiculously high. The young Lothar blinked, then looked around. There were other children everywhere, all wearing strange uniforms that they hadn't seen before, complete with blazers and slacks of burgundy hue with darker ties which stood out on white shirts. They were stood in some kind of giant hallway, lined with doors. Right behind them was a turn to the left and right. Following the right path were a series of stairs that lead to the younger children's classrooms and the main assembly room for all students, for whenever their overlords sought to gather them.
To the left, there was nothing much to speak of. A single classroom, his classroom, and a large wooden door, which they were not allowed to go in. It was filled with chemicals and cleaning supplies that they had been told were dangerous. It wasn't even locked however, they were just told not to do it, and they obeyed. Fridgar turned to face behind him again and along the hallway he was currently stood in. Children of all shapes and sizes were lining the hall. There were some Biqaj, some Ithecal, some Tunawa, even some Mer too. He looked down upon himself to see that he was also dressed in the same uniform as everyone else. This was a school, but Fridgar had never been to school. The entire image was forged from rumors and things he had been told in passing.
He was standing at some sort of water fountain. It was made of marble and had a cupid at the top, which was spitting water into a basin. It seemed out of place indoors and would likely look better as the centerpiece of a grand garden, but Fridgar had been told that schools had water fountains for people to drink from, and his head had filled in the rest. Stood on the other side of the fountain was his friend, to which, Fridgar smiled. "It's the last break of school! I can't wait to work on my basket!" Fridgar said with an excited smile. By the immortals did he love weaving baskets. He was good at it too, sometrial he wanted to develop a secret basket weaving technique and become a successful basket store owner.
Then a bell rang from all around them with no discernable source, and Fridgar immediately knew it was time to go to class. He dipped his hands in the water fountain and drank from his cupped palms, then wiped his hands dry in his blazer. One could take Fridgar out of the wild and put him in a suit, but they could not take the wild out of Fridgar. "Come on, let's go! It's the last lesson!" With that, Fridgar grabbed his arm and pulled him along, but when they turned to the left, a voice boomed around them from nowhere, just like the sound of the bell. "ATTENTION, STUDENTS!" It said with a mid-pitched masculine tone that startled the young Lothar. "WE'RE OFFERING A PRIZE TO WHOEVER CAN FIND AND KILL THE GHOST. THE PRIZE CONSISTS OF ANYTHING FROM THE SCHOOL INVENTORY, INCLUDING BASKET WEAVING SUPPLIES. HAPPY HUNTING!"
Fridgar blinked suddenly. A ghost? In school? Kill it? They turned back to their friend with a grin. "Fuck class! Let's go kill the ghost!" Suddenly, they were alone in the hall, all the other kids had disappeared.
It was their first trial being reunited with Alistair, after an arc and a half, they had finally found him. And even though Fridgar had made terrible mistakes, mistakes that would affect them forever, Alistair was willing to forgive them and forget. What was more, Alistair had said farewell to his boyfriend, the one that he'd used to fill the void while they were believed to be dead. While they were still apprehensive about accepting that Alistair had been with other people in their absence, they couldn't blame him. After all, Fridgar had laid with another while they had lost Alistair, and while Fridgar had let it destroy themselves, Alistair didn't seem to care... Which was almost concerning. At that moment, though, they didn't care. They were content just to lay beside Alistair.
While they didn't enjoy sleeping and could quite easily avoid such a thing if they felt like it, tonight was a special occasion. As they laid there beneath the covers, with Alistair wrapped in their arms, their ties to their totems began to fade, as though they weren't there. Of course, Fridgar couldn't take their family with them into the dream. Only Fridgar's soul would ever ascend to Emea. It was a place where they were not a 'we', but a 'me'. And so, the flowing river that was sleep carried him off, the thoughts and feelings of all their totems became increasingly distant. He was alone suddenly. This was often the point that disturbed him, jolted him back to consciousness to fill his head with the members of his family again, but not tonight. He let himself drift, knowing that he wasn't alone with Alistair in his arms.
It was an ordinary Friday, everyone was excited to go home for the weekend and waste time doing whatever. For Fridgar, he couldn't wait to go home to work on his basket weaving technique. As he opened his eyes, he found himself much closer to the ground than normal, all the walls were so high, a flight of nearby stairs seemed ridiculously high. The young Lothar blinked, then looked around. There were other children everywhere, all wearing strange uniforms that they hadn't seen before, complete with blazers and slacks of burgundy hue with darker ties which stood out on white shirts. They were stood in some kind of giant hallway, lined with doors. Right behind them was a turn to the left and right. Following the right path were a series of stairs that lead to the younger children's classrooms and the main assembly room for all students, for whenever their overlords sought to gather them.
To the left, there was nothing much to speak of. A single classroom, his classroom, and a large wooden door, which they were not allowed to go in. It was filled with chemicals and cleaning supplies that they had been told were dangerous. It wasn't even locked however, they were just told not to do it, and they obeyed. Fridgar turned to face behind him again and along the hallway he was currently stood in. Children of all shapes and sizes were lining the hall. There were some Biqaj, some Ithecal, some Tunawa, even some Mer too. He looked down upon himself to see that he was also dressed in the same uniform as everyone else. This was a school, but Fridgar had never been to school. The entire image was forged from rumors and things he had been told in passing.
He was standing at some sort of water fountain. It was made of marble and had a cupid at the top, which was spitting water into a basin. It seemed out of place indoors and would likely look better as the centerpiece of a grand garden, but Fridgar had been told that schools had water fountains for people to drink from, and his head had filled in the rest. Stood on the other side of the fountain was his friend, to which, Fridgar smiled. "It's the last break of school! I can't wait to work on my basket!" Fridgar said with an excited smile. By the immortals did he love weaving baskets. He was good at it too, sometrial he wanted to develop a secret basket weaving technique and become a successful basket store owner.
Then a bell rang from all around them with no discernable source, and Fridgar immediately knew it was time to go to class. He dipped his hands in the water fountain and drank from his cupped palms, then wiped his hands dry in his blazer. One could take Fridgar out of the wild and put him in a suit, but they could not take the wild out of Fridgar. "Come on, let's go! It's the last lesson!" With that, Fridgar grabbed his arm and pulled him along, but when they turned to the left, a voice boomed around them from nowhere, just like the sound of the bell. "ATTENTION, STUDENTS!" It said with a mid-pitched masculine tone that startled the young Lothar. "WE'RE OFFERING A PRIZE TO WHOEVER CAN FIND AND KILL THE GHOST. THE PRIZE CONSISTS OF ANYTHING FROM THE SCHOOL INVENTORY, INCLUDING BASKET WEAVING SUPPLIES. HAPPY HUNTING!"
Fridgar blinked suddenly. A ghost? In school? Kill it? They turned back to their friend with a grin. "Fuck class! Let's go kill the ghost!" Suddenly, they were alone in the hall, all the other kids had disappeared.
