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--was a great battle they fought, Hix'vir letting out a mighty roar in victory as the great demon Kulvishera was slain.
[There's the view of the gardens as the camera picks up on what's going on. Mysari is standing in a small opening, beneath an ivy-covered awning, and talking to someone. When it moves in closer, you might notice that she's not talking to just anyone, but rather- children. She's telling a story, and as time passes, it's not just any kind of storytelling.
A hand outstretches, and from there a figure made entirely of water and shaped like a dragon forms, flying around her and the group of children. They giggle in excitement and delight, and the dragon dives in between them, even choosing to perch on someone's shoulder before flying off again.]
Now, Ginral was human and a humble man, modest and simple. In being one, he was kind enough to share what he had and never turn away strangers if they needed help.
[A figure of a man begins forming, and he walks along her palm, and then, right off it, hovering in the air. He grabs a hoe and starts plowing the air as if it were the earth, taking care of it and working hard.]
He kept a farm out in the far side of Vale, near the village of Jisbesta, a place that was full of fields and meadows. He worked hard, for he had many mouths to feed, and for most of his life, his work had hardly ever failed him. When he heard that there was a demon nearby however, he feared for his life, preparing to pack everything he had and raze his crops to keep the creature from advancing. It saddened Ginral to know all his life's work was going to go up in flames.
[The man consoles a crying family, holding them close, and then goes off to a field with what looks like a torch of some kind, the water turning orange to represent fire.]
However, he was stopped just before he lowered the torch to his crops, a man calling out to him.
[Another figure approaches, trying to talk with Ginral.]
"Tell me, good sir," he asked. [The figure gestures just as she does.] "Why are you about to raze what you've worked so hard to earn?"
"It isn't out of spite, but I fear for my family's safety." Ginral replied. "A dangerous demon was seen nearby, and I've no way to protect my wife and children unless we run."
"I see," said the stranger. There was a bit of talk after this, the two getting to know the situation a bit more clearly. [One of the men clasps his hands together, looking as if he's thinking.] The visitor was about to suggest something when a terrible storm blew in, the wind picking up to dangerous speeds, and rain began pouring down. Unable to continue, Ginral ushered the other into his home, getting out of the bad weather.
[The two figures are running at first, ducking under things and making it to a door, which opens and lets them in. From there they are conversing, it looks like- well, as much as water can converse with water. Mysari moves her hands a little and the two get up, one taking his leave, when he is halted by the other.]
"Stay with us for the evening, it is too dangerous to go outside." Despite not knowing this stranger, Ginral did not want him to travel when it was so dark and horrible.
The other man nodded and laughed a little, amused. "Ah, but my home is not that far, I will not trouble you-"
"No, please stay. I insist."
The visitor paused, unsure of what to think. "But what about the demon?"
"It will not come in this weather, for demons do not like the rain."
And with that, the stranger stayed. He ate with the family, and while they did not have much to eat, they were thankful all the same. They went to bed that evening all huddled together, for although they had their own beds, the wind was howling so loud it sounded like a roar, and threatened to tear the whole house asunder.
[Everything that she says happens to the watery figures, and pretty soon, they're all huddled together under several blankets, looking terrified. That group then slowly evaporates away, a new small wave coming in and resembling a rising sun for the next morning.]
But when he awoke, Ginral could not find the stranger, no matter where he looked. It was as if he had vanished into thin air! The only thing he could find was a large dragon scale, tucked away in the blankets. Dragon scales were worth a lot of money in my world, so it meant he would be able to take care of his family for quite a while.
As he went outside to view the sunrise, that was when he saw it- a bright and magnificent dragon, standing on the edge of his fields. With only a tilt of the head and a quick look, it left something in his head before taking off.
"The demon was slain before you sheltered me. By your kindness, you will prosper."
[Her hands clasp together, and the figure and the dragon disappear as they swirl together into a small water sphere, that eventually evaporates. The children watch in awe the entire time.
Mysari then kneels, smiling, and gestures like a child who is explaining a present or something important to others.]
And that is the story of how man and dragon began working together in Vale.
[The children erupt into applause and scramble for more, shouting and laughing the entire time.]
Again, again! More stories, Mysari!!
[The girl laughs, clearly happy, and nods.]
Okay. But just one more. Who wants to hear the story of the Blizzard King?
[There's the view of the gardens as the camera picks up on what's going on. Mysari is standing in a small opening, beneath an ivy-covered awning, and talking to someone. When it moves in closer, you might notice that she's not talking to just anyone, but rather- children. She's telling a story, and as time passes, it's not just any kind of storytelling.
A hand outstretches, and from there a figure made entirely of water and shaped like a dragon forms, flying around her and the group of children. They giggle in excitement and delight, and the dragon dives in between them, even choosing to perch on someone's shoulder before flying off again.]
Now, Ginral was human and a humble man, modest and simple. In being one, he was kind enough to share what he had and never turn away strangers if they needed help.
[A figure of a man begins forming, and he walks along her palm, and then, right off it, hovering in the air. He grabs a hoe and starts plowing the air as if it were the earth, taking care of it and working hard.]
He kept a farm out in the far side of Vale, near the village of Jisbesta, a place that was full of fields and meadows. He worked hard, for he had many mouths to feed, and for most of his life, his work had hardly ever failed him. When he heard that there was a demon nearby however, he feared for his life, preparing to pack everything he had and raze his crops to keep the creature from advancing. It saddened Ginral to know all his life's work was going to go up in flames.
[The man consoles a crying family, holding them close, and then goes off to a field with what looks like a torch of some kind, the water turning orange to represent fire.]
However, he was stopped just before he lowered the torch to his crops, a man calling out to him.
[Another figure approaches, trying to talk with Ginral.]
"Tell me, good sir," he asked. [The figure gestures just as she does.] "Why are you about to raze what you've worked so hard to earn?"
"It isn't out of spite, but I fear for my family's safety." Ginral replied. "A dangerous demon was seen nearby, and I've no way to protect my wife and children unless we run."
"I see," said the stranger. There was a bit of talk after this, the two getting to know the situation a bit more clearly. [One of the men clasps his hands together, looking as if he's thinking.] The visitor was about to suggest something when a terrible storm blew in, the wind picking up to dangerous speeds, and rain began pouring down. Unable to continue, Ginral ushered the other into his home, getting out of the bad weather.
[The two figures are running at first, ducking under things and making it to a door, which opens and lets them in. From there they are conversing, it looks like- well, as much as water can converse with water. Mysari moves her hands a little and the two get up, one taking his leave, when he is halted by the other.]
"Stay with us for the evening, it is too dangerous to go outside." Despite not knowing this stranger, Ginral did not want him to travel when it was so dark and horrible.
The other man nodded and laughed a little, amused. "Ah, but my home is not that far, I will not trouble you-"
"No, please stay. I insist."
The visitor paused, unsure of what to think. "But what about the demon?"
"It will not come in this weather, for demons do not like the rain."
And with that, the stranger stayed. He ate with the family, and while they did not have much to eat, they were thankful all the same. They went to bed that evening all huddled together, for although they had their own beds, the wind was howling so loud it sounded like a roar, and threatened to tear the whole house asunder.
[Everything that she says happens to the watery figures, and pretty soon, they're all huddled together under several blankets, looking terrified. That group then slowly evaporates away, a new small wave coming in and resembling a rising sun for the next morning.]
But when he awoke, Ginral could not find the stranger, no matter where he looked. It was as if he had vanished into thin air! The only thing he could find was a large dragon scale, tucked away in the blankets. Dragon scales were worth a lot of money in my world, so it meant he would be able to take care of his family for quite a while.
As he went outside to view the sunrise, that was when he saw it- a bright and magnificent dragon, standing on the edge of his fields. With only a tilt of the head and a quick look, it left something in his head before taking off.
"The demon was slain before you sheltered me. By your kindness, you will prosper."
[Her hands clasp together, and the figure and the dragon disappear as they swirl together into a small water sphere, that eventually evaporates. The children watch in awe the entire time.
Mysari then kneels, smiling, and gestures like a child who is explaining a present or something important to others.]
And that is the story of how man and dragon began working together in Vale.
[The children erupt into applause and scramble for more, shouting and laughing the entire time.]
Again, again! More stories, Mysari!!
[The girl laughs, clearly happy, and nods.]
Okay. But just one more. Who wants to hear the story of the Blizzard King?