TRANSCENDENCE 8

It's a cold day... because it's Frostvale, and it's always a cold day, and that's what Savannah hates about this damned town. She also hates the dragon people, walking around with their big obtrusive horns and wings like they're cool.

Carmellia's horns were much cooler to Savannah. They were a dark, sleek black despite the fact that they weren't real, and they were velvety and sort of mushy to the touch. Maybe that was because of the fact that she was a mimic and not a true Falco, but that didn't matter to Savannah.

What did matter to Savannah was how annoying they all were. A sharp stare is fixated on Percival from across the town, and anger boils within her - look at him, being nice and making friends. He'd be much better off if he just ignored everybody, hated everybody.

He'd be much more like Savannah, and then maybe Savannah would want to talk to him.

She only wants to talk to people like her, after all.

Her semi-jealous, semi-hateful gaze is easy to read and easy to catch - if Percival meets her stare, she doesn't look away. She's not afraid to hide it. It only intensifies.
(Savannah)
Snow. There was plenty of it in Frostvale and she found it to be the very best discovery known to man. With it her brother, Percival? She could cure his sight and confusion. It could be molded, thrown and even eaten when white.

In the midst of a bustling crowd, Ingrid find herself off to the side of the road, collecting as much of the snow her tiny hands could carry. It's cold, and although it licks her hands red with each squeeze, she doesn't seem to mind it very much.

Soon, a shadow looms overhead, completely blocking what little rays of sun manage to pierce through the thick, lingering cloud. A frown steals her lips, and quickly, the little girl looks up.

"O-oh!"

At the sight of Lessa, her anger is quelled. Though, that didn't mean she was beyond a lecture.

"You--you can't do that! I'm trying to make stuff and you..."

She stops herself short. Lessa seemed upset. Could she have possibly done something wrong? Surely, Lessa couldn't have found out about...

"Ooof!"

The wind is knocked out of her as she's tackled. Confused, she doesn't even have a second to think as they roll about the snow.
(Ingrid Whitefall)
Percival seemed to be bounding around Frostvale; a purple cap fixated upon his head, socializing or something; making friends with the random NPCs in Frostvale, those that were little kids.. He seemed to have a ring upon his finger; that of a skeleton's head, a skull -- golden in color, with a red gem protruding from it's mouth.

It was warm. He got it, as a gift from the Outpost's warden after defeating two skeletons in combat with Rhea; the latter falling mid-fight, causing the Drakanite to have to defeat the two on his own. An achievement he'd been bragging about for a while, almost feeling idolized at times by it. One thing was obvious. Holy magic was still flowing around him. .  As usual.

But then he sees her. The green-haired girl... The one who blocked the road, and couldn't even remember who he was! After a bit of thought, the boy begins to approach; staring at Savannah with a jade-green gaze. He wanted to try and make friends this time, looking around before he'd have approached to ensure his father wasn't going to appear with one of his two or three wives...

"Hey..", he states, staring at the ground for brief moments! Then he stares at her.
(Percival Whitefall)
And then he approaches. Savannah's stare doesn't leave him. It's strong and unwavering, green and piercing - almost as sharp as that of a drakanite's. One could swear that they could see her pupils slitting into threatening crescents.

When he came to stand before her, she looked him up and down. He had grown, and she had not. Savannah didn't look any different since they had last met - she hadn't grown, she hadn't matured, and she surely hadn't dyed her awfully colored hair.

And then she spoke:

"We're supposed to fight."
(Savannah)
As the duo of golden-headed sisters roll through the snow, Lessa's tackle of affection succeeding, they stop short of the creation of snow Ingrid had seemingly meticulously built all day long.

It was so close, in fact, with just a huff of air, a weak breath even, Lessa could bring the entire construction down.

She does not, this time, however, heed the devil on her shoulder, all her attention drawn towards the round cheeks of her younger sibling. With a swallow of the nerves gathering in her throat as a lump, Lessa licks her lips, seeming starved and hungering for something.

Then, she pinches them hard, grabbing a hefty amount of baby-fat on both sides of Ingrid's face within the thumbs and index digits on both hands.

"It's me, Lessa!"

She snickers, seemingly undergoing catharsis from getting to pinch her younger sibling's pudgy cheeks. Fortunately, it was a brief torture for the younger Whitefall.

"What're you building?" She asks, glimpsing towards the mass of snow gathered by Ingrid. Seeing her red hands, Lessa almost scowls—though, she is rigid in expression once more, clicking her tongue almost scoldingly. Whether sisterly love or not, she grabs her sibling's freezing hands, blowing hot air unto them.

Haaah.

"You should've worn gloves, you silly goose."
(Lessa Whitefall)
Percival didn't seem to notice when her eyes had slitted into threatening crescents; nothing of the sorts, perhaps he hadn't watched them do that -- but he'd have noticed the shape of them. They were so. . . Well, they almost seemed somewhat threatening! Either way... Well, he knew what she was probably here for.

Well, Percival had indeed grown. Once Savannah stated why she was here? The boy brings forth his hand; it curling, a thumb going upwards -- to confirm! The Skeleton Ring that he wore seemed to be right there, upon his fingers; a light sense of heat given off by it. The Drakanite was simply displaying it, practically flaunting it.

"Right. You know where the training field is?", he ponders; wondering if she really did..
(Percival Whitefall)
Savannah watched him. A jealous stare is shot towards the ring, but she doesn't mention it - she won't allow him the opportunity to flaunt it. She didn't care to hear how privileged, how rich, how lucky and wealthy he was. She just wanted to prove her dominance.

Maybe, then, he would stop irritating her.

So she shook her head begrudgingly - she hated to admit she didn't know something, and tilted her chin upwards.

"Take me there."
(Savannah)
Percival's arm would slowly drop down, since there didn't seem to be a comment on the more.. Unique ring that he'd gotten. Well, that was okay. If she was only here for their battle? That was okay, too. It'd be a fun one, surely... He wanted to show her his skill -- why he was a force to be reckoned with.. He wanted to show her how he'd beaten Bodoni and Font.

She wasn't a loser, like other people he'd met; she seemed more... Cool. Maybe she just didn't enjoy hanging out with kids that weren't her own age. A possibility. Either way, once Percival was asked to lead the way, the boy begins the same tour that he had with Tenri.

Through the streets they'd have wandered, all towards the eastern walls of Frostvale. Things alike "That's where you get candles! -- There's the shoe-shop, there's my favourite bakery..", would be heard, until they'd get to the Vitani Manor. A single wave of his arm is given.

"That's the entire training field.", he states, a headturn to her! It was expansive; snowy, and many things alike it.
(Percival Whitefall)
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Savannah was silent for the majority of the tour. However, the feet her metal boots housed grew more and more... hot. They began to melt the snow she walked on, simmer against the cobblestone and melt the frost that Frostvale was so famous for.

Finally, she grew irritated.

"Shut the hell up and take me to the training grounds," she snapped, and she'd keep repeating her demands until they reached the empty, snowy expanse.

"This is it? Just a big ass field? Fine. Fine! Let's do this, then."
(Savannah)
She slammed her staff on the ground and slid her goggles down to cover her eyes. A hand rose to scratch and shift at their plastic covering - her scar was itching, and the rubber edges of the goggles weren't helping.

But she'd leave them there, for coolness' sake.

Savannah's free hand waved in the air like a viper ready to strike. The calloused fingers of her gloved hands were free of fabric, leaving room for them to flare with the tips of flames.

The snow surrounding her began to melt, and she seemed to shrink as the layer of white grew smaller and smaller beneath her. All the while, something in the air shifted...

It was almost as if the area around Savannah wasn't moving with everything else... almost as if she had a grip on time.

"I'll go easy since you're such a wimp," she cooed, making no comment on his fancy display of wings and horns...
(Savannah)
Percival's somewhat.. Cheery expression would have faded when Savannah started to make somewhat harsh demands towards him.. To see the training grounds, so they could battle! He'd have hurried up in pace, a brisk step or so to help him out. Well, it was more like.. Well, he almost started running!

Once they'd get to the field, the boy would have let Savannah go to the far sid -- his back facing the Vitani Manor whilst hers would face the ocean! With that? His stave comes off his back, beginning to twirl around.. A ring of holyfire soon beginning to grow around the staff. Of course, with that -- he slams it into the ground, holyfire bursting outwards into a cross. Golden wings burst out from his back -- appearing to be even longer than he was tall, before they'd soon fade, shrink, to barely going around his body.

"Erm, okay.", he'd state, thinking about it. He'd be surprised if she could beat him.. He hadn't, well, lost a fight since people started challenging him.
(Percival Whitefall)
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Just as Percival had hoped, wondered, and thought, it would seem that he was doing better than he had imagined! Blazing waves of fire shoot towards that of her; though things may have been slowing down around her, it would still seem to be extremely.. Well, painful! If she touched them at all; whether it be bad timing as they slowly passed by, or bypassing her magic completely.

The boy's magical prowess was pretty, uh, big. He took after his mother; a near-master of holyfire magic. Golden fire constantly flared off of his form in battle, the stave being gripped within his hands as he moves across the field! Eventually, a single blast of holy magic would find a way towards Savannah; a 'spear' falling from the sky, hitting her! Quite literally smited.

"Well, I don't think I'm the wimp..", he'd state, a pause of sorts; a fist clenched! He'd surely be winning, this time.. Another battle to put on his tally, too -- to show his mother later on. His father too...
(Percival Whitefall)
Savannah would persevere. She moved past his flames, despite the aches they  caused, despite the prickling of her skin and the weakening of her legs. She had no regrets - she charged into his fire headfirst... anything to land a hit of her own.

But he moved to fast, too far.

"Get up close and fight me, pussy!" she cried, flames flaring at her fists. "Come up here and fight me! You're scared!"

She charged forward once more despite the holy fire licking at her feet, threatening to end her momentum.

"Come on!"
(Savannah)
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As the fight would come again, the Drakanite watches as Savannah would use a curse word; not something he was.. Entirely okay with, of course. His sister had done it once, and he thought they would get in trouble for it! Percival was too good for his own good, of course.. He'd never used a curse word, and he never intended to.

As the fight begins to come to a close, though, it would seem that his holy-flames were, well, healing her - while making her feel more tired. Simply due to her exhausting energy against him. Percival didn't like to wound people; the concept of scars were bad. The thought of that would have made his hand come to his chest, feeling the simple scar that an Ookami had given him long ago. . . But he was swinging a staff around!

Even as the fight goes on, however -- he'd soon stop, ending it with the same flash of holy magic.

Then he'd move forwards, attempting to offer a hand to the girl! Savannah deserved respect, considering how much better she did than most of his opponents.

"You actually.. Well, that was one of the most thrilling fights I've had, aside from maybe one, out of, like, six!", he explains; trying to compliment her!
(Percival Whitefall)
Savannah grew more and more exhausted. The harder she fought, the more she exerted... but compared to Percival's holy flames, she was pitiful. She couldn't land a single hit. Everything she knew relied on being close up, and Percival obviously wasn't capable of that.

And then she fell. The weight was too much, and Savannah's legs gave out, sending her knee-first into the snow. She leaned there for a moment, her flaring fingers singing holes in the snow.

She glanced up, grimacing at his compliment. Her fingers curled inwards... and then her arm whipped upwards, sending the gathered snow in his face! It struck home, and when Savannah was sure Percival was stunned from the blow, she rose up and began to scamper off!

She couldn't face loss - especially not at the hands of a nine year old. This was almost as bad as Nuala.
(Savannah)