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Title: Belac - Tall and Proud
Fandom: Original Fantasy
Pairing: Wendon Copperthorn/Belac Bearfriend
Rating: G
Prompt: First
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All the characters are my creations.
Word count: 1170
Summary: How Wendon and Belac first became buddies.
Belac - Tall and Proud
Wendon cautiously entered The Flaming Student, one evening after his wizardry lessons. He had been avoiding the popular off-campus tavern to keep his fellow students from realizing he was studying more than one discipline of magic, through his friendships in each. Growing up in the Nettle Islands had not prepared him for the prejudiced between the majority four-elemental magic user society of mainland Havor. The boundaries between the different types of Thorn Mages, which Wendon had been accustomed to, were permeable and loose ones. However, in Clarstel and its university, the boundaries between Fire, Air, Water and Earth were very pronounced--especially Earth. Those mages didn't even study at the university and, to date, Wendon had yet to meet one.
Perhaps that was why they fascinated Wendon so much. Not only did they have a power he didn't, but to him at least, they seemed almost another species. Keeping his hood on, Wendon scanned the crowd for a mage badge. His sight was presented with wizard, sorceror and witch badges of various proficiencies. Then he heard a deep and rumbling laugh from a table in a back corner. There sat a tall and muscular, dark haired young man with the golden sphere identifying him as a Great Mage. With him sat two other Great Mages, an elderly man and a middle-aged woman. As Wendon made his way closer to the group, he saw that two men also wore Star Clan banners on their belts. The younger man wore the gold sun and blue background of the Mornstar Clan, while the elderly man wore a silver river and star on a similarly blue background, signifying him a member of the Riverstar Clan. The woman was tan and wore her dark hair back in the tradition of the Rish nomads.
Wendon bowed politely as he reached the table. "Do I have a pleasure of meeting the Great Mages of the Misty Moors, the Grey Mountains and the Hill Country?" he asked, relying on his knowledge of geography. Mages were born in or near their area of power. Having identified their ethnicity, he could be assured of their power base. The Great Mages' faces became blank as they sized up the newcomer.
"Yes," said the eldest one, "I am Sankort, Great Mage of the Misty Moors. For what reason have you sought us out, stranger?"
Wendon could feel his face burning in embarassment. "Forgive the interruption," he said. "My name is Wendon, I am a general student of magic and I feel that my studies would be lacking if I didn't at least meet a Great Mage or two--or even three."
"Then have a seat, Wendon," said the younger man, gesturing to the chair next to him. "I am Belac, Great Mage of the Grey Mountains."
The woman creased her brow a little as she watched Wendon sit down. "Greetings Wendon," she said. "I am Hildara, Great Mage of the Hill Country. You call yourself a general student of magic, do you not have any magic of your own?"
Wendon swallowed and quickly glanced around them. "Actually, I am talented in Fire, Water and Air," he said. "The university wanted me to choose just one to train in, but I convinced to let me study all magic. I grew up in the Nettle Islands with a Nettle Mage as my adoptive mother and was familiar with Thorn Mages in general. The differences between them and we elemental magic users fascinate me to no end."
The two Star Clan mages looked at each other briefly. "You said you were adopted?" Sankort asked. "Do you know your blood heritage?"
Wendon shook his head. "I was rescued from a shipwreck when I was a babe. It wasn't until I started to show non-Thorn Mage power that we realized my family must have been from outside of the Thorn Kingdom."
Sankort ordered a meal for Wendon and for the rest of the evening, they discussed earth mage magic and Wendon's unique position. The next day, Belac came to see Wendon at the university.
"I was just thinking," the young Great Mage said, "that you should probably try to visit the Color Crafters in the Valley of Color too."
"Oh, I plan to," Wendon said. "I have found the descriptions of their light magic most fascinating."
"They are rather cautious folks," Belac added, "but once they get to know you, they're very gracious. My dad used to take me there on his minstral travels. You know, so he could keep abreast of events in there and Kryst and then weave them into stories for everyone else."
Wendon nodded. "Is it true that Mornstars are the best minstrals in Havor?"
Belac's laugh shook the room. "Of course we are! Let me show you!" He stood and with a powerful voice, sung a ballad from the Thorn Kingdoms. Tears of homesickness and awe came from Wendon's eyes as he was enveloped by the song.
"That--that was amazing," Wendon told him.
"Thanks," Belac smiled. "Can I share a secret with you?"
"Sure."
"I really miss performing. I'm the youngest Great Mage in the Tower and it gets really old acting all dignified around all the other Great Mages. They're nice and all, but sometimes I feel like I'm in solitary."
Wendon sighed. "I know exactly what you mean. I have to keep to myself because I won't choose a group to be in. But like you, I love entertaining people--only with stories, not singing."
"What type of stories?" Belac asked.
"Mostly historical ones."
Belac raised a skeptical brow and then said, "Okay, tell me one."
Wendon chose to tell the story of the Mordan Brothers, who rebelled against the Star Clans. After he finished, Belac shook his head in amazement.
"You know, I have heard that story all of my life, but it has never quite drawn me in as it did when you told it. You must have Mornstar blood in you," he grinned. "I refused to believe anyone who could tell a story that well is not a member of my clan."
Wendon laughed. "Next you'll be suggesting that we start an act together and tour Havor."
"It's an idea, but I doubt the Grey Mountains will agree to it. Still it would be nice to have a friend closer to my own age in Clarstel. Do you might if I come to visit again."
"Not at all," Wendon grinned. "Is it okay if I visit you in the Tower?"
"Sure!" Belac agreed. "And then we can plan how we can share our talents with the rest of Clarstel. I suggest we stick to the taverns. People are more likely to pay for your meal if you entertain them than they are to just hand over money."
"It would also be more diginified," Wendon pointed out.
Belac rolled his eyes. "They've got to you too. Don't worry, Wendon. I've save you from becoming a stuffy prick."
Wendon laughed. "Thanks."
"No problem," Belac smiled. "That's what friends are for."
Fandom: Original Fantasy
Pairing: Wendon Copperthorn/Belac Bearfriend
Rating: G
Prompt: First
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All the characters are my creations.
Word count: 1170
Summary: How Wendon and Belac first became buddies.
Belac - Tall and Proud
Wendon cautiously entered The Flaming Student, one evening after his wizardry lessons. He had been avoiding the popular off-campus tavern to keep his fellow students from realizing he was studying more than one discipline of magic, through his friendships in each. Growing up in the Nettle Islands had not prepared him for the prejudiced between the majority four-elemental magic user society of mainland Havor. The boundaries between the different types of Thorn Mages, which Wendon had been accustomed to, were permeable and loose ones. However, in Clarstel and its university, the boundaries between Fire, Air, Water and Earth were very pronounced--especially Earth. Those mages didn't even study at the university and, to date, Wendon had yet to meet one.
Perhaps that was why they fascinated Wendon so much. Not only did they have a power he didn't, but to him at least, they seemed almost another species. Keeping his hood on, Wendon scanned the crowd for a mage badge. His sight was presented with wizard, sorceror and witch badges of various proficiencies. Then he heard a deep and rumbling laugh from a table in a back corner. There sat a tall and muscular, dark haired young man with the golden sphere identifying him as a Great Mage. With him sat two other Great Mages, an elderly man and a middle-aged woman. As Wendon made his way closer to the group, he saw that two men also wore Star Clan banners on their belts. The younger man wore the gold sun and blue background of the Mornstar Clan, while the elderly man wore a silver river and star on a similarly blue background, signifying him a member of the Riverstar Clan. The woman was tan and wore her dark hair back in the tradition of the Rish nomads.
Wendon bowed politely as he reached the table. "Do I have a pleasure of meeting the Great Mages of the Misty Moors, the Grey Mountains and the Hill Country?" he asked, relying on his knowledge of geography. Mages were born in or near their area of power. Having identified their ethnicity, he could be assured of their power base. The Great Mages' faces became blank as they sized up the newcomer.
"Yes," said the eldest one, "I am Sankort, Great Mage of the Misty Moors. For what reason have you sought us out, stranger?"
Wendon could feel his face burning in embarassment. "Forgive the interruption," he said. "My name is Wendon, I am a general student of magic and I feel that my studies would be lacking if I didn't at least meet a Great Mage or two--or even three."
"Then have a seat, Wendon," said the younger man, gesturing to the chair next to him. "I am Belac, Great Mage of the Grey Mountains."
The woman creased her brow a little as she watched Wendon sit down. "Greetings Wendon," she said. "I am Hildara, Great Mage of the Hill Country. You call yourself a general student of magic, do you not have any magic of your own?"
Wendon swallowed and quickly glanced around them. "Actually, I am talented in Fire, Water and Air," he said. "The university wanted me to choose just one to train in, but I convinced to let me study all magic. I grew up in the Nettle Islands with a Nettle Mage as my adoptive mother and was familiar with Thorn Mages in general. The differences between them and we elemental magic users fascinate me to no end."
The two Star Clan mages looked at each other briefly. "You said you were adopted?" Sankort asked. "Do you know your blood heritage?"
Wendon shook his head. "I was rescued from a shipwreck when I was a babe. It wasn't until I started to show non-Thorn Mage power that we realized my family must have been from outside of the Thorn Kingdom."
Sankort ordered a meal for Wendon and for the rest of the evening, they discussed earth mage magic and Wendon's unique position. The next day, Belac came to see Wendon at the university.
"I was just thinking," the young Great Mage said, "that you should probably try to visit the Color Crafters in the Valley of Color too."
"Oh, I plan to," Wendon said. "I have found the descriptions of their light magic most fascinating."
"They are rather cautious folks," Belac added, "but once they get to know you, they're very gracious. My dad used to take me there on his minstral travels. You know, so he could keep abreast of events in there and Kryst and then weave them into stories for everyone else."
Wendon nodded. "Is it true that Mornstars are the best minstrals in Havor?"
Belac's laugh shook the room. "Of course we are! Let me show you!" He stood and with a powerful voice, sung a ballad from the Thorn Kingdoms. Tears of homesickness and awe came from Wendon's eyes as he was enveloped by the song.
"That--that was amazing," Wendon told him.
"Thanks," Belac smiled. "Can I share a secret with you?"
"Sure."
"I really miss performing. I'm the youngest Great Mage in the Tower and it gets really old acting all dignified around all the other Great Mages. They're nice and all, but sometimes I feel like I'm in solitary."
Wendon sighed. "I know exactly what you mean. I have to keep to myself because I won't choose a group to be in. But like you, I love entertaining people--only with stories, not singing."
"What type of stories?" Belac asked.
"Mostly historical ones."
Belac raised a skeptical brow and then said, "Okay, tell me one."
Wendon chose to tell the story of the Mordan Brothers, who rebelled against the Star Clans. After he finished, Belac shook his head in amazement.
"You know, I have heard that story all of my life, but it has never quite drawn me in as it did when you told it. You must have Mornstar blood in you," he grinned. "I refused to believe anyone who could tell a story that well is not a member of my clan."
Wendon laughed. "Next you'll be suggesting that we start an act together and tour Havor."
"It's an idea, but I doubt the Grey Mountains will agree to it. Still it would be nice to have a friend closer to my own age in Clarstel. Do you might if I come to visit again."
"Not at all," Wendon grinned. "Is it okay if I visit you in the Tower?"
"Sure!" Belac agreed. "And then we can plan how we can share our talents with the rest of Clarstel. I suggest we stick to the taverns. People are more likely to pay for your meal if you entertain them than they are to just hand over money."
"It would also be more diginified," Wendon pointed out.
Belac rolled his eyes. "They've got to you too. Don't worry, Wendon. I've save you from becoming a stuffy prick."
Wendon laughed. "Thanks."
"No problem," Belac smiled. "That's what friends are for."