Post by hestia on Jul 5, 2012 2:01:05 GMT -5
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Besaid’s clear blue waters and sky were home to Hestia now. Long after she had actually arrived in this place, she had grown accustomed to living in the island’s forests, as well as living in its temple. The people that lived there had all become like a small family to her, and even most of the fiends on the island had taken a liking to her. Her presence on the island had stopped most fiend attacks on Besaid’s people, though it was inevitable that there still were some fiends who refused to coexist. Hestia could take the village children out to play in the woods safely, and sometimes even have fiends join in on the fun. It was a blissful life, and even today, she wondered what events would unfold; and if this new feeling on the breeze meant she’d meet new people…
“Over here! I found them!”
The voices of the children who had come out to play with her today were mingled with the soft yipes and barks of the Doggie pups. In truth, they pups were young fiends, but she couldn’t just generalize them as fiends. So she’d called them “Doggies” and left it at that. The children caught onto it quickly as well, and the name practically became the identity for them.
They had been playing hide-and-seek for a good majority of the day, using a small portion of the island’s forest itself as the arena. Since there were a lot of them to play today, some of the Doggies were chosen as the seekers, with some of the children. It was entertaining to watch the pups sniff around at the ground searchingly, and have the children right behind them, waiting for them to find something. It was even better when the pups took off after catching a scent, with the children running and laughing behind them. It was a blissful sight; and something she’d never have been able to see at “Home”. She couldn’t seem to remember her home’s name, so it was just “Home”.
Hestia herself was sitting up in a tree, lazing on a branch and watching over the game with gleeful eyes. She’d snagged a few apples on her way up and had been munching on them the whole time while giggling at the children and pups running around chasing each other. In truth, “hide-and-seek” always turned out as a game of tag, and watching them all run around chasing each other happily always made her feel happy. While she knew that no harm was likely to come to any of them, she still watched over them like a sentinel; after all, their parents trusted their safety with her. It would be unacceptable if any harm came to any of them.
Of course, originally, the parents were terrified of the prospect of letting their children be around fiends. The village had a justifiable animosity towards them from frequent fiend attacks and all, and at first it was hard to get the fiends themselves to stop attacking travelers outright; but after about a month of work, Hestia succeeded. She paraded a group of the younger fiends into and around the village, much to the priest’s and adults dismay. However, after that the fiends came around the village more, sometimes walking into it in broad daylight, studying its denizens. After the parents watched her wrestle with one, laughing and kicking and rolling around in the dirt; as well as having the children join in; they seemed to change their outlook.
Today she brought them all out into the woods away from the village after a small prank in the village temple. She smiled at the memory and might vocally say that it was the children egging her on, but she enjoyed it a lot. The Head priest at the temple had lectured her about her actions and the dangers that could occur from fiend and human mingling, setting her in a sour mood. He was a distinctly bald mane, so afterwards she waited until a congregation, and during it, used her magic to grow one, single, long strand of hair on the top of his head. At first he didn’t notice what she’d done, and continued that way all day, causing the people who saw to smile or giggle. After he found out, he lectured her furiously again, but she couldn’t remember what it had been about. She’d been grinning and giggling all the way through.
The forest was lively with noise, most of the hiding pups or children having been found and chased down and tagged; so Hestia did what she always did at the end. She conjured up a pair of familiars and leapt down from the tree, tossing the eaten apple cores to the floor. The familiars went in opposite directions, going and checking on all the village children. She wasn’t worried at all about any of them, but hume children were distinctly weaker than fiends, so she had to keep a watchful eye on them all. It took the familiars only a few minutes to gather them all to her, and after they were all there, she led them back to the village like a mother duck the Doggie pups included. After all the previous mischief she had caused in the village, the pups were looked at fondly, much to her own pleasure.
The children were all dirty from running around in the woods, so the first thing that happened when they got back was a bath. Fiends didn’t worry about that type of thing much though, and after bringing the children back to the village, she returned the pups to their own parents scratching their ears or hugging them on departure. She didn’t mind acting like the “mother hen” if it meant they all got along with each other. Most times in the beginning small quarrels would break out, leaving either the hume or fiend offspring bruised or cut, but she always tended them and lectured them like the Head Priest was want to do. Whenever that happened she felt excessively old, and would end up making the children laugh with an impression of the old man himself.
It was dark when she returned to the village and the stars shone brightly in the night sky, each one like a miniature jewel glistening with sunlight. Besaid was a peaceful place to live, that she had found out a while ago, but could reaffirm that notion whenever she glanced into the night sky. The village had a fire lit in the center area; it still burned brightly, though everyone had gone to sleep. There was also food set out on the sand surrounding the fire, and that brought a grin to her face. She was often late for meals, so the priests and priestesses would keep some food for her, and the fire was still burning brightly because it had been kindled for a while for her. This place was her home, and every kind thing they did for her only reaffirmed it.
Hestia sat down in the sand beside the food and said her prayer like the priests had taught her, and dug in smiling.
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Besaid’s clear blue waters and sky were home to Hestia now. Long after she had actually arrived in this place, she had grown accustomed to living in the island’s forests, as well as living in its temple. The people that lived there had all become like a small family to her, and even most of the fiends on the island had taken a liking to her. Her presence on the island had stopped most fiend attacks on Besaid’s people, though it was inevitable that there still were some fiends who refused to coexist. Hestia could take the village children out to play in the woods safely, and sometimes even have fiends join in on the fun. It was a blissful life, and even today, she wondered what events would unfold; and if this new feeling on the breeze meant she’d meet new people…
“Over here! I found them!”
The voices of the children who had come out to play with her today were mingled with the soft yipes and barks of the Doggie pups. In truth, they pups were young fiends, but she couldn’t just generalize them as fiends. So she’d called them “Doggies” and left it at that. The children caught onto it quickly as well, and the name practically became the identity for them.
They had been playing hide-and-seek for a good majority of the day, using a small portion of the island’s forest itself as the arena. Since there were a lot of them to play today, some of the Doggies were chosen as the seekers, with some of the children. It was entertaining to watch the pups sniff around at the ground searchingly, and have the children right behind them, waiting for them to find something. It was even better when the pups took off after catching a scent, with the children running and laughing behind them. It was a blissful sight; and something she’d never have been able to see at “Home”. She couldn’t seem to remember her home’s name, so it was just “Home”.
Hestia herself was sitting up in a tree, lazing on a branch and watching over the game with gleeful eyes. She’d snagged a few apples on her way up and had been munching on them the whole time while giggling at the children and pups running around chasing each other. In truth, “hide-and-seek” always turned out as a game of tag, and watching them all run around chasing each other happily always made her feel happy. While she knew that no harm was likely to come to any of them, she still watched over them like a sentinel; after all, their parents trusted their safety with her. It would be unacceptable if any harm came to any of them.
Of course, originally, the parents were terrified of the prospect of letting their children be around fiends. The village had a justifiable animosity towards them from frequent fiend attacks and all, and at first it was hard to get the fiends themselves to stop attacking travelers outright; but after about a month of work, Hestia succeeded. She paraded a group of the younger fiends into and around the village, much to the priest’s and adults dismay. However, after that the fiends came around the village more, sometimes walking into it in broad daylight, studying its denizens. After the parents watched her wrestle with one, laughing and kicking and rolling around in the dirt; as well as having the children join in; they seemed to change their outlook.
Today she brought them all out into the woods away from the village after a small prank in the village temple. She smiled at the memory and might vocally say that it was the children egging her on, but she enjoyed it a lot. The Head priest at the temple had lectured her about her actions and the dangers that could occur from fiend and human mingling, setting her in a sour mood. He was a distinctly bald mane, so afterwards she waited until a congregation, and during it, used her magic to grow one, single, long strand of hair on the top of his head. At first he didn’t notice what she’d done, and continued that way all day, causing the people who saw to smile or giggle. After he found out, he lectured her furiously again, but she couldn’t remember what it had been about. She’d been grinning and giggling all the way through.
The forest was lively with noise, most of the hiding pups or children having been found and chased down and tagged; so Hestia did what she always did at the end. She conjured up a pair of familiars and leapt down from the tree, tossing the eaten apple cores to the floor. The familiars went in opposite directions, going and checking on all the village children. She wasn’t worried at all about any of them, but hume children were distinctly weaker than fiends, so she had to keep a watchful eye on them all. It took the familiars only a few minutes to gather them all to her, and after they were all there, she led them back to the village like a mother duck the Doggie pups included. After all the previous mischief she had caused in the village, the pups were looked at fondly, much to her own pleasure.
The children were all dirty from running around in the woods, so the first thing that happened when they got back was a bath. Fiends didn’t worry about that type of thing much though, and after bringing the children back to the village, she returned the pups to their own parents scratching their ears or hugging them on departure. She didn’t mind acting like the “mother hen” if it meant they all got along with each other. Most times in the beginning small quarrels would break out, leaving either the hume or fiend offspring bruised or cut, but she always tended them and lectured them like the Head Priest was want to do. Whenever that happened she felt excessively old, and would end up making the children laugh with an impression of the old man himself.
It was dark when she returned to the village and the stars shone brightly in the night sky, each one like a miniature jewel glistening with sunlight. Besaid was a peaceful place to live, that she had found out a while ago, but could reaffirm that notion whenever she glanced into the night sky. The village had a fire lit in the center area; it still burned brightly, though everyone had gone to sleep. There was also food set out on the sand surrounding the fire, and that brought a grin to her face. She was often late for meals, so the priests and priestesses would keep some food for her, and the fire was still burning brightly because it had been kindled for a while for her. This place was her home, and every kind thing they did for her only reaffirmed it.
Hestia sat down in the sand beside the food and said her prayer like the priests had taught her, and dug in smiling.
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