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Prompt #445 Firebrand ~ naughty_bangles ~ Firebrand ~ Original
Title: Firebrand
Fandom: Original
Prompt 445 - Firebrand
Rating: PG
"Don't you think it's irresponsible that the blood supplied by the cafeteria has no traceability? It could come from anything – cows, rats, infants!"
The sylphid casted her light grey eyes on the woman in front of her with the soft head move characteristic of her species.
"I don't know. I don't understand why you corporeals insist on putting parts of living beings inside of your bodies", she replied with a low voice, hardly more noisy than the wind. That was exactly why sylphids were the worst teachers: only the members of their race could hear properly what they said. Put a goblin student in a sylphid's classroom, and nobody would never know what subject had been taught.
"We need it to make said bodies work", Circe replied dryly, her cause of the day momentaly forgotten. She should have know talking to Elmmane was a mistake. Sylphids – and other elementals, really – didn't feel concerned by other people's problems. They rarely tried to understand them, to begin with, so let's not imagine they could somehow relate.
Elmmane sighed. "So ineffective. Anyway, I'm not signing anything for you, Circe. I don't want my profile to show more than distant acquaintance with a fireband like you."
"Of course, you don't", Circe muttered while the sylphid glided away to join her friends. She raised her shoulders, and looked around for another victim.
"How is it going?", came a voice from behind here.
"Bad, as usual", Circe replied moodily, turning to face the gnome. "But you are going to sign, aren't you, Kud?", she added with a big smile.
The earthly creature looked at her with en eyebrow raised, unimpressed at her attempt. "It's a petition for the bloodsucker, Cece. I don't care about what they eat, as long as I'm sure it's not gnome blood. And I'm sure."
Of course, he was. Gnome blood was way too brown for the red liquid served at the school cafeteria to be of that origin.
"Don't call them that, Kud", Circe told him sternly. "Or don't be surprise if Godric calls you mudboy again."
"I don't care about what Godric has to say", Kud replied casually, but Circe knew, for having witnessed it first hand, how angry the nickname drove him. She didn't elaborate on the topic, though, if only to have at least one person today that wouldn't walk away from her.
"It's not even about the vampires", she said instead, starting for the nearest unoccupied bench. "Not entirely. It's just that nobody here seems to care about the others. I mean, yes, the sylphids care from one another, and they would support another elemental of they have to, but that's it. I thought a mixed school would make people closer. That we could all learn about each other, and relate more, and maybe in a generation or two, the rivalries between races would go away."
Kud sat down next to her. "Always to dreamer, aren't you? But it's not because nobody want to sign a petition about blood provenance that your big dreams for the future aren't coming true. Look, we're friends, right? If my grandfather knew his grandson was buddy with a witch, I'd be exiled in the family ground hole for the next century."
Somehow, it made it better.
Fandom: Original
Prompt 445 - Firebrand
Rating: PG
"Don't you think it's irresponsible that the blood supplied by the cafeteria has no traceability? It could come from anything – cows, rats, infants!"
The sylphid casted her light grey eyes on the woman in front of her with the soft head move characteristic of her species.
"I don't know. I don't understand why you corporeals insist on putting parts of living beings inside of your bodies", she replied with a low voice, hardly more noisy than the wind. That was exactly why sylphids were the worst teachers: only the members of their race could hear properly what they said. Put a goblin student in a sylphid's classroom, and nobody would never know what subject had been taught.
"We need it to make said bodies work", Circe replied dryly, her cause of the day momentaly forgotten. She should have know talking to Elmmane was a mistake. Sylphids – and other elementals, really – didn't feel concerned by other people's problems. They rarely tried to understand them, to begin with, so let's not imagine they could somehow relate.
Elmmane sighed. "So ineffective. Anyway, I'm not signing anything for you, Circe. I don't want my profile to show more than distant acquaintance with a fireband like you."
"Of course, you don't", Circe muttered while the sylphid glided away to join her friends. She raised her shoulders, and looked around for another victim.
"How is it going?", came a voice from behind here.
"Bad, as usual", Circe replied moodily, turning to face the gnome. "But you are going to sign, aren't you, Kud?", she added with a big smile.
The earthly creature looked at her with en eyebrow raised, unimpressed at her attempt. "It's a petition for the bloodsucker, Cece. I don't care about what they eat, as long as I'm sure it's not gnome blood. And I'm sure."
Of course, he was. Gnome blood was way too brown for the red liquid served at the school cafeteria to be of that origin.
"Don't call them that, Kud", Circe told him sternly. "Or don't be surprise if Godric calls you mudboy again."
"I don't care about what Godric has to say", Kud replied casually, but Circe knew, for having witnessed it first hand, how angry the nickname drove him. She didn't elaborate on the topic, though, if only to have at least one person today that wouldn't walk away from her.
"It's not even about the vampires", she said instead, starting for the nearest unoccupied bench. "Not entirely. It's just that nobody here seems to care about the others. I mean, yes, the sylphids care from one another, and they would support another elemental of they have to, but that's it. I thought a mixed school would make people closer. That we could all learn about each other, and relate more, and maybe in a generation or two, the rivalries between races would go away."
Kud sat down next to her. "Always to dreamer, aren't you? But it's not because nobody want to sign a petition about blood provenance that your big dreams for the future aren't coming true. Look, we're friends, right? If my grandfather knew his grandson was buddy with a witch, I'd be exiled in the family ground hole for the next century."
Somehow, it made it better.