Wish of Friendship by seta_suzume (Suikoden, Sasarai)
Title: Wish of Friendship
Author: seta_suzume
Words: 377
Theme: Table 1, #10 cold/hot
Fandom: Suikoden series
Rating: PG
The young woman with the mask entered Crystal Valley with the approval of Albert Silverberg and the support of General Rimini. She did not tarry in the markets or the libraries that distracted most visitors to the capital, instead she moved single-mindedly toward her goal. Today she would accomplish a vital step in her ultimate plan: Bishop Sasarai, her deluded older sister, would appoint her as a bishop. It would be a quick and simple ceremony, and then she would be off to once again pursue her own ends.
The rhythmic clacking of her boots on the reflective crystal tile alerted Sasarai of her approach. Sasarai's heart rose as the mysterious young woman came into sight. Though her face was perpetually masked, she seemed quite young, and though she went about with a serious, determined air about her, her voice quavered at time with a pleasantly reassuring tremor of indecision. According to General Rimini, her name was Lucca.
Sasarai's hat slid a little too far to the left and she delicately corrected its balance. She waited patiently in her full ceremonial dress, Hikami, Asa, and a few others from the Temple waiting wordlessly to her side to see and tacitly take part in the rite. Sasarai fidgeted slightly, tugging at the dark fabric of her right sleeve. Oh, how she wanted to talk to Lucca, woman to woman! There were only two other women on the Counsel at the time and beyond her assistant, Sasarai found herself interacting with few women who were potential friends. It had been a long time since her student days, when Fuko had practically forced his friendship on her. She missed having someone to talk to as an equal.
"Welcome, Lucca," she primly spoke up as Lucca approached the dais. Sasarai raised her hand in a symbolic gesture of greeting.
Lucca continued to wear her strange mask, her long lashes fluttering vaguely behinds its deep recesses. There was no hint of a smile in response to Sasarai's brilliantly glowing reception. She gave no reaction beyond the expected reply that would continue the traditional ceremony.
Sasarai could not help but be disappointed as she moved on with the benediction. She wanted a friend, but all she found was another ambitious cleric passing through.
Author: seta_suzume
Words: 377
Theme: Table 1, #10 cold/hot
Fandom: Suikoden series
Rating: PG
The young woman with the mask entered Crystal Valley with the approval of Albert Silverberg and the support of General Rimini. She did not tarry in the markets or the libraries that distracted most visitors to the capital, instead she moved single-mindedly toward her goal. Today she would accomplish a vital step in her ultimate plan: Bishop Sasarai, her deluded older sister, would appoint her as a bishop. It would be a quick and simple ceremony, and then she would be off to once again pursue her own ends.
The rhythmic clacking of her boots on the reflective crystal tile alerted Sasarai of her approach. Sasarai's heart rose as the mysterious young woman came into sight. Though her face was perpetually masked, she seemed quite young, and though she went about with a serious, determined air about her, her voice quavered at time with a pleasantly reassuring tremor of indecision. According to General Rimini, her name was Lucca.
Sasarai's hat slid a little too far to the left and she delicately corrected its balance. She waited patiently in her full ceremonial dress, Hikami, Asa, and a few others from the Temple waiting wordlessly to her side to see and tacitly take part in the rite. Sasarai fidgeted slightly, tugging at the dark fabric of her right sleeve. Oh, how she wanted to talk to Lucca, woman to woman! There were only two other women on the Counsel at the time and beyond her assistant, Sasarai found herself interacting with few women who were potential friends. It had been a long time since her student days, when Fuko had practically forced his friendship on her. She missed having someone to talk to as an equal.
"Welcome, Lucca," she primly spoke up as Lucca approached the dais. Sasarai raised her hand in a symbolic gesture of greeting.
Lucca continued to wear her strange mask, her long lashes fluttering vaguely behinds its deep recesses. There was no hint of a smile in response to Sasarai's brilliantly glowing reception. She gave no reaction beyond the expected reply that would continue the traditional ceremony.
Sasarai could not help but be disappointed as she moved on with the benediction. She wanted a friend, but all she found was another ambitious cleric passing through.