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Prompt #470 Termites ~ naughty_bangles ~ Community ~ Original
Title: Community
Fandom: Original
Prompt 470 Termites
Words: 556
Warnings: None
At some point during their little chat, Sogum has offered to show Stefanie around, and the human had been more than willing to go. The next shift in the guard was what had prompted the visit, and it was there Sogum began her tour.
“There aren’t as diverse as the rest of the population”, Stefanie noticed as they were observing fairies relieving each others at the entrance of the colony. There weren’t more than five different species among them, significantly less than what the human had seen in her short time inside. “Is guarding reserved to certain kinds of fairies?”
Sogum smiled. “No, it isn’t, but it’s often the stronger kinds of fairies that volunteer. Each of us has its own set of skills, and while they are all valuable, a piercing eye is often better for guarding that, say, a deep understanding of mathematics. Many romantic younglings try the military way before coming back to activities more suited to their natural abilities.”
The two of them followed the relieved fairies back inside, but they took a transversal corridor before reaching the main room. Before long, cries and laughter echoed around them, and Sogum showed Stefanie inside a room buzzing with activity. Tiny fairies were moving around on the ground, barely noticing the newcomers.
“The nursery, I guess”, Stefanie said, her voice made soft by all the cuteness of the room. There was an Ilkka tending to a very small infant, and several other fairies that looked as soft and gentle as the flower fairies. It all looked like a picture-perfect nursery, except for an armored, broad-looking, insect-like fairy playing dinner with a couple of giggling younglings.
Sogum noticed Stefanie’s look, and a small chuckle escaped her. “Most of us follow the nature of their species and become something close to their skills, but there are always exceptions. Noxat here has the skin of a warrior, and yet he is here everyday, becoming the noble horse of a little knight, or the faithful secretary of a future empress. Unlike your insect population, we have free will over our biology.”
“It can’t be that simple”, Stefanie commented when they left the nursery. “You guys look like you have built the perfect society, but nothing can be that perfect.”
Sogum noded. “You’re right, conflicts arise from time to time. After Egabot was attacked and brought here, many fairies thought that the warriors that have chosen another path, like Noxat, had to go back to the military way in case the Council tried to attack us. But many of us still remember what it was like on Pioga, to be type-casted and kept in a low life simply for our species. That’s what has saved us so far.”
Stefanie winced a little. “But it won’t last. What will happen when most of the fairies will be born and raised in here? They won’t have those memories anymore.”
“I know. All we can do is hope that they will keep seeing that free will is more important, that everyone deserves to be happy. It may be rough, but it’s still better than seeing our children struggle through the same challenges we have. Beside, I have faith in the little ones. Eventually, they will find a way to build a community of free people that doesn’t have its foundation on suffering.”
Fandom: Original
Prompt 470 Termites
Words: 556
Warnings: None
At some point during their little chat, Sogum has offered to show Stefanie around, and the human had been more than willing to go. The next shift in the guard was what had prompted the visit, and it was there Sogum began her tour.
“There aren’t as diverse as the rest of the population”, Stefanie noticed as they were observing fairies relieving each others at the entrance of the colony. There weren’t more than five different species among them, significantly less than what the human had seen in her short time inside. “Is guarding reserved to certain kinds of fairies?”
Sogum smiled. “No, it isn’t, but it’s often the stronger kinds of fairies that volunteer. Each of us has its own set of skills, and while they are all valuable, a piercing eye is often better for guarding that, say, a deep understanding of mathematics. Many romantic younglings try the military way before coming back to activities more suited to their natural abilities.”
The two of them followed the relieved fairies back inside, but they took a transversal corridor before reaching the main room. Before long, cries and laughter echoed around them, and Sogum showed Stefanie inside a room buzzing with activity. Tiny fairies were moving around on the ground, barely noticing the newcomers.
“The nursery, I guess”, Stefanie said, her voice made soft by all the cuteness of the room. There was an Ilkka tending to a very small infant, and several other fairies that looked as soft and gentle as the flower fairies. It all looked like a picture-perfect nursery, except for an armored, broad-looking, insect-like fairy playing dinner with a couple of giggling younglings.
Sogum noticed Stefanie’s look, and a small chuckle escaped her. “Most of us follow the nature of their species and become something close to their skills, but there are always exceptions. Noxat here has the skin of a warrior, and yet he is here everyday, becoming the noble horse of a little knight, or the faithful secretary of a future empress. Unlike your insect population, we have free will over our biology.”
“It can’t be that simple”, Stefanie commented when they left the nursery. “You guys look like you have built the perfect society, but nothing can be that perfect.”
Sogum noded. “You’re right, conflicts arise from time to time. After Egabot was attacked and brought here, many fairies thought that the warriors that have chosen another path, like Noxat, had to go back to the military way in case the Council tried to attack us. But many of us still remember what it was like on Pioga, to be type-casted and kept in a low life simply for our species. That’s what has saved us so far.”
Stefanie winced a little. “But it won’t last. What will happen when most of the fairies will be born and raised in here? They won’t have those memories anymore.”
“I know. All we can do is hope that they will keep seeing that free will is more important, that everyone deserves to be happy. It may be rough, but it’s still better than seeing our children struggle through the same challenges we have. Beside, I have faith in the little ones. Eventually, they will find a way to build a community of free people that doesn’t have its foundation on suffering.”