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Beneath A Honeyed Moon [Syre] [RE]
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Post by Cion on Apr 7, 2021 20:28:50 GMT
Adventurous? Hardly, but this kittenish comment nonetheless managed to make Cion giggle for a second or two. Syre of any people should know that she took these kind of activities and their meanings quite seriously. Behind the appearances she maintained there were innermost and personal aspirations that she deeply longed to witness accomplished. This too was something her dearly beloved knew, as many of them originated from the scars of yesteryear. But they had yet to decide if they wanted to reveal their wishes to the other or not, thus she cast these notions aside for the moment.
However, it was not a surprise to the silver fennec that her sweetheart picked cedar. The aspects that it represented as the element of integrity were fitting, and as a sworn knight she definitely embodied said facet. If anyone was willing to work for what mattered most then it was the gallant felidae. The sentiment was certainly reassuring for their relationship and the future they would share. On the other hand, the meaning of the crystals' colors eluded her. It was presumably a matter of interpretation and tied to the emotions and thoughts experienced during the process.
Was either of importance in the end? Likely not, but it was the idea they stood for that was the essence of Ys' festivities - was it not?
Initiating her personalized woodwork, the unassuming fox of course listened carefully to the detailed explication pertaining to her question that Jill provided. At first, she admittedly felt as if her inquiry was dodged somewhat, but the proems of the well-mannered Strabimon were evidently extensive. Truth be told, she was not really acquainted with KIZNA's agenda, but the results were undoubtedly impressive. Not everyone was capable of establishing and maintaining a whole city. Unfortunately, this statement came from experience and not mere conjecture.
There were a couple of details that seemed trivialized, such as what elements constituted a civilization and the difficulties of multiculturalism, but that was perfectly understandable. They were meant to enjoy their evening after all and not be smothered under a landslide of facts and causal connections. And though to her Hikaru's qualifications appeared to be rather vaguely defined, it was clear that the locals were content and happy. Perhaps not much more than persuasiveness and passion were required to master whatever one desired.
Did Cion fully and wholeheartedly agree with the concept of 'altruistic growth'? No, not really... or at the utmost barely. Call her pessimistic, but this type of body of thought was overly idealistic and against the selfish nature of humans and digimons. To her, it was not realistic. Besides, selfishness, from her atypical point of view, was not inherently bad. It was possibly the greatest motivator to put a goal into practice - good, evil or free of morals and ethics.
Naturally, as an open-minded individual, she was waiting to be proven wrong with pleasant anticipation. Only time would tell someday. Hence, her following words were uttered with unadulterated sincerity and kindness. "Values worth priding oneself with."
But for tonight, similar to the hundreds of nights before, the vulpine lady was primarily occupied with her own well-being and that of her darling. That was the duty of a partner, spouse and homemaker, and it was what she was proud about attaining with every passing day. Quietly embellishing her creation with the knife at her disposal, she considered how they were supposed to proceed. Privately? Together with their distantly related kin? Soaking or dry?
Well... probably dry. "Finished."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Apr 8, 2021 17:18:58 GMT
Admittedly, Syre knew very little about running a city, much less a country.
Taking the block of cedar in hand, as well as the appropriate knife, the feline would set herself down and start to go through the process, following the written instructions as best she could to whittle and shape the boat appropriately. Her ear idly flicked as Jill explained the interesting issues of creating a country - or at least a working system - that involved both Digimon and humans alike.
How does one organize it? How does one manage the cultural bridge, and keep it from becoming just 'another city in the Digital World', but still keep good terms with the rest? And, as Syre continued to whittle down the wood, her tail gave a small flick.
"Mm... if the purpose is to lead such a combined city, I guess a partnered Digimon would be a good choice. Though, isn't a 'king' something more of a Digital World normal than a human one? Maybe..." Ugh, Syre found herself tripping over her thoughts here. What little she knew of the human world's politics didn't make it easy for her to contribute to the conversation.
Unfortunate as it was, all Syre could really do was marvel at the idea, but her head was wired in such a way that she wanted to find something to question - like she had a thought in her head but just couldn't fully put together the idea.
Right, the two weren't here to discuss politics, though! For the next several minutes, Syre would work next to Cion, occasionally admiring her love's work or asking for something-or-another to help out with the process. It would take a bit, but the two would eventually have nice, carved boats - and with the Spiria in hand, the feline carefully set down the knife, and nodded alongside Cion.
They'd been offered instructions before, and as Cion sat, the feline would stand, carefully tugging at Cion's arm, nudging towards the staircase upwards.
"After you, hun."
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Post by yuuki on Apr 11, 2021 5:54:39 GMT
Politic talks seem to be ongoing theme. Jill nodded in agreement of what Syre said. "Admittedly, that's what many thinks too, but... there are two deterring factor mainly. First, we're in Digital World. Perhaps it's not a huge issue for many that humans and Digimons create a country together. However... the moment a human become the de facto ruler of the country, then it will be treated as if human trying to start expansion in Digital World... and well, that's gonna be ugly. Especially with NEO DATS around.
So it's decided that the leader would be a Digimon. Why the king? Because it's as you said. It's more appealing to the Digimons. By it being a king, it gives idea that the Digimon is the highest authority. It also helps that despite his partner being leader of KIZNA, KIZNA In itself is seen as the military or a guild, hence the authority is separated from the city government itself. To outsiders, this will looks like "despite the king is a partnered Digimon, the king have stronger voice than his partner. For those who are local, they see this as perfect balance of harmony.
But what about humans from human world, who prefer democracy? Then there's city board. The board members are elected by the people, or in some certain boards such as board of self improvement or board of craftsmanship, they're more meritocracy and generally picked based on their skills. So while the king and the city secretary is a... hereditary position, that's not the case with the board."
Looks like they're going to drift their boats. The boats would join many other, drifting through the center,w here it will be carried westward after, toward the city reservoir.
"Speaking of which, what would you like to do after this? Do you still need any guides perhaps?"
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Post by Cion on Apr 13, 2021 19:06:27 GMT
Turning to face the hospitable Strabimon, Cion briefly contemplated the questions that were thrown their way before deciding to vocalize an answer. Usually, she would have asked for Syre's opinion first, but it was a bit awkward to do so in the middle of a conversation. Furthermore, it was evident they had the mutual interest of departing to perform the rite they had had prepared for. As stated by her darling, this act was effectively the proem to their honeymoon. What the days contained was hardly something to worry about, especially since the local festivities provided plenty of entertainment.
"No - I think that was more than enough guidance. We don't want you to neglect your duties either. Many thanks, Jill. You too, Hyou." The silver fennec replied, her dulcet voice filled with kindness and well-nigh parental affection towards the former individual. Of course she was only an aunt, and truth be told her contribution had been minuscule at best, but that did not mean she was not proud of what Owen and his dearest had accomplished.
Oh... speaking of which. "May I ask thee to hand this on to Hikaru?" She requested cordially, retrieving a calling card with her phone number and her Tamernet ID. Attached to it was a hastily written sticky note that specify the intent to get in touch whenever he had the time - preferably in a private location and ideally during or after the festival. There was no reason added, nor was it necessary to write them down. They barely knew each other, and she wished to change this status quo as soon as possible.
With that, the unassuming fox was confident that everything had been said and done. Regardless if their interaction ended with a bow, a handshake or an embrace, she eventually tilted her head to behold the beauty of her dearly beloved. Together, they had not solely forged a set of boats, but their shared present and future. Perhaps it was this very notion that they celebrated with the act of releasing their wishes to the icy waters. Or maybe they were simply enjoying the whatever was fashionable in these parts of the digital realm.
"Gladly" She commented with a smile - naturally pertaining to the received invitation. And thus the duo traversed towards the riverside of concrete and crystalline dreams. As to be expected, they were by far not the sole ones, and the ratio of each material was as the clerk had anticipated. Syre's cedar was pervasive, while Cion's bamboo was virtually absent. Considering the focus on symbolism, this was not a surprise in the slightest.
As they reached the damp shore, the vulpine could not help herself but to take in a deep breath. The air was cold yet fresh. Her aureate eyes shifted to her creation, than that of her sweetheart. If anyone, the comely Gatomon was apt in initiating things. There were without doubt various proofs for this claim. Their first caresses, kiss... and other amorous joys. So why tear at a marvelous chain of good fortune? "After you, hun."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Apr 15, 2021 2:08:52 GMT
"Hm..."
Truth be told? Syre didn't know a lot about this sort of stuff. She had no experience as a civil servant and often found herself 'tuning out' political conversation outright, so all she could really think is that what Jill was saying 'made sense'. Things seemed to be working in the short term, and the feline supposed if this festival repeated next year, that would mean that things ultimately turned out well.
It wasn't entirely Jill's fault, but Syre felt a bit of relief as she offered to lead Cion off towards the pier. As Cion gave her nod, the feline would do the same, and lead on upwards towards the river itself...
... And indeed, this place was just as Jill described it. Looking onto the shallow water, both the fennec and the feline could see an array of boats, hundreds of them, already built up onto the canal, slowly drifting downstream. Were the shores not so crowded, it would have been a wholly tranquil scene, the light running of water paired with the crystals, myriad in shape and color, brightly reflected on the lightly wavy surface of the waters. This was not just a moment between Syre and Cion, but an entire ferry of the Digital World's hopes and dreams, given right back to the world.
As Cion gave Syre the lead, the BlackGatomon would give a nod, and hold that crystal right to her chest. She closed her eyes, focused - and it didn't take long for the crystal to take a warm, emerald green color, its light flashing bright before dimming down in her grip. Looking at it, the feline would give a smile, set that crystal aboard her makeshift vessel, and tie it into place, before gently pushing it down the creek.
With all she had, what wish could she hold so fervently? What longing remained in her heart?
Don't let my sisters worry. Let them thrive, pursue their own dreams... keep them safe.
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Post by yuuki on Apr 18, 2021 7:44:46 GMT
"Alright, if you need nothing else from me then I shall take my leave right now. It's a pleasure to guide you. I'll be returning to my work shortl-- oh?" Jill took the paper Cion gave to her. Oh, it's a contact address? "Very well, I'll give this to lord father. I'm not sure when he'll be free, considering he'd like to use the time of festival to kick back slightly and spend more personal time with friends. But I'll tell him that you'd like to be contacted if possible.... well, then...."
"Aye, it was of no problem, ma'am," Hyou told the two. "Actually, I think I might get some nice idea on how to proceed if later this event came up again in the future. Thanks for your input. Well, I better make note of it and probably make a proposal right after this when my shift ended!"
Now that the two have said their piece, the couple now had their own time to do whatever. Jill returning to her work, and seem to be swarmed by secretary assistant soon after while Hyou starting to carve boat happily. While there's not quite a lot of change in Jill's expression, Hyou looked more spirited.
(OOC: You may either continue this thread by yourself and call me again later for more event or if you want, or contiue the thread in separate thread (and turn this one in))
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Post by Cion on Apr 25, 2021 18:51:55 GMT
The sight... it put many things into perspective. It was not the colorful radiance, nor the deeds and their impetus that were performed, but the hundreds of people that were present. Innumerable thoughts, dreams and aspirations, plenty of them merely personal, if not narrow-minded. Presumably nobody with a wish beyond themselves or a dearly beloved was here to ask for it to come true. This however did not lessen them to any extent. There was no need for anyone to seek anything greater - outside of Ys, too. If everyone simply enjoyed their lives in peace together with their kin... but maybe all who desired this was enough.
Knowing that fate was out of their hands, yet destiny was not, Cion's aureate eyes swayed to observe her darling perform the rite. There was focus in her movements and passion in her stance. This fervor quickly transferred over to her gemstone, which assumed an emerald hue. It was a color that had uncountable positive meanings associated with it, among which were love, healing and growth of character.
The rapt smile, combined with the chosen material and the carefreeness with which she released the boat gave the silver fennec a rough idea of what her desire was. Ultimately, if she had the ability to read minds, she would have learned that her hypothesis was wrong. The request was not about the two of them, but another member of the sizable family that she was a new part of. It was a wonderful sentiment, and its selflessness was quite unlike what the unassuming fox had on her mind.
Beholding her creation that was forged out of bamboo, which represented defiance towards probabilities, she... took her time. For a moment Cion was still, evidently lost in thought as she pressed her crystal against her beating core. At first, a murky purple shrouded its edges - a sickly and hazy froth that certainly contained but negativity. But within its center, an amber sheen sprouted, not dissimilar to a kernel that remained defiant. As both colors entwined to forge a complete whole, the result resembled an ametrine - a jewel that appeared to capture dusk and dawn in one.
Placing it on the vessel, the vulpine lady knelt down. She watched her work, aware that without her impulse it would not move. It was slowly that she placed it on the cold surface of the water, a mild breeze whizzing past her thin fur and black clothing. Yet, her muscles visibly tensed up, as did her facial expression which lost its former cheerfulness. She was... calm, but clearly contemplative. Was it simply her signature idiosyncrasy again that was antithetic to Syre's, or was there more? Truth be told, she was not sure either.
"I... don't know if I should release it." She stated quietly, her dulcet voice nonetheless directed at her life partner. And what a statement it was. No matter the angle from which it was approached, the answer would be different. "After all... you've proven to me many times that what I believed impossible... was not." She explained as memories of uncountable, well-nigh miraculous moments resurfaced. Their first date and kiss, their shared home, their... vow. A single year had changed her outlook on herself and the future completely.
... But that was precisely the issue, was it not? For some reason, she could not stop thinking... not fully accept this... not finally let go.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Apr 26, 2021 14:26:45 GMT
Cion might not have been able to guess it, but if Syre were to say what it was, the fennec would not have been surprised in the slightest. After all, it was only recently that the BlackGatomon was paralyzed with fear as to what might have happened to her dear family, if things had happened in a slightly different way. As Syre's vessel floated down the canal, it quickly became one of many, a single 'glint' in the myriad of desires made by those visiting Ys.
And Cion's own wish, whatever it was, would soon join them... if the fox could bare to let it go.
Syre's ear gave a flick, the feline looking over to Cion to see that she had frozen. She stood over the water, the vessel itself set against the surface, but Cion almost seemed loathe to let it go, and have her sandy amethyst join the masses. The feline gave a blink, listening to Cion's words, and hearing far deeper. For Cion, who had her wishes left unheard for so long? Perhaps it was simply uncomfortable for her to so casually make another. Perhaps it stung to build up 'hope', even in this symbolic sense.
It took the feline but a moment to give her love a smile. And, carefully, Syre would step forward, and stand behind Cion, leaning gently into her back. Her hands would reach forward, arms resting behind the fox's, as she curled her gloved paws around the back of Cion's hands, her chin resting on Cion's shoulder, looking right towards that jewel.
"... I know its not easy for you." Syre's tone remained warm and low, reserving her words for her beloved. "But it will sting if you keep your wish ashore - not now, but later."
She'd smile, firming up her grip around Cion's hands, the feline giving a nod.
"Whenever you're ready. We'll leave it adrift, together."
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Post by Cion on May 1, 2021 15:00:24 GMT
There was the faintest of gasps and twitch of her petite frame as Cion perceived the touch of her dearly beloved. As always, its amorously soothing effect on her was well-nigh instantaneous. At first she sensed the soft and cozy fur of the comely felidae nestle up against her back - but there was more. Syre's arms and hands wound around her own to entwine in an unusual yet genial embrace. She felt a small weight on her shoulder, cheeks resting against each other as the gentle breeze of the onyx feline's warm breath tickled the tip of her snout.
For a moment it was her only wish to savor this innermost bond of affection for as long as possible. However, she understood that her life partner had done so for a reason that was not simply caresses - as wonderful as the idea and implementation usually was. This was about what the silver fennec intended to do... or not, depending on the point of view. It was truly not easy to let go for her, which of course did not solely pertain to the creation in her paw. To most, it was merely a silly symbol, and in actuality it was. Yet the meaning behind it meant everything to her.
Was she ready? Likely not, but it was true that clinging to yesteryear did nothing but hurt eventually. Nostalgia was a fickle mistress like that. It fondled you with one hand, and lacerated you with the second - the former with self-deception, the latter with regret and denial. She knew this, had experiences this for years, yet without the past and its joys and woes, who was she even? If it had not been for... him, then...
She was not sure how to continue this repugnant train of thought, but one thing she did indeed comprehend. If she did not allow herself to move on, then the present and future would relinquish her to the bygone eras her mind occasionally lost itself in. To lose everything she now had for a memory - there was no sense in that. And it was during this sentiment that the grip of her darling tightened around her wrist. The benevolent words that were uttered with utmost sincerity assured her that she was not alone, at least if she allowed herself this bliss.
Closing her aureate eyes, her muscles ultimately declamped, and before long she released her wish to the waters of emphemeral radiance. She did not desire to see it disappear, fearful that she might rue the deed against her own volition. As her eyelids opened with a neutral yet firm expression, she took in a deep breath as if having recovered from an act of exhaustion.
Neither boat nor gem were visible anymore, and Cion experienced her chest free of a heavy burden. Her choice was clear as the crystalline water beneath her. It was evident that she required help to fulfill her intention, but she had decided to not heed the beckoning cacophony of reclusion. Though not this night, nor the couple of tomorrows that awaited them. Their honeymoon was a new memory she sought to forge to someday become an afterglow. What used to be had no place in this. Fortunately, she was great in focusing on what actually mattered.
Slowly standing up, the vulpine lady shifted slightly to the side as she returned the embrace that she received. With a single arm ensnaring the candid BlackGatomon's lower torso, a softly rapt smile manifested itself on her muzzle. She was looking forward to what Ys had in store for them. The many suggested activities certainly sounded promising. Regardless, most important to her was being together with Syre. After all...
.o(Let me find a way to move on from the past for good... ... so I can be my best self for her.)o.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on May 3, 2021 3:33:08 GMT
It wasn't easy for Cion - Syre understood that much. As her fingers curled around Cion's, the feline would feel a certain tenseness in her arms, a somehow 'heavy aura' radiating from the fennec as she stared down at that purple gem.
Syre was there for her. There to let Cion know that it was okay to let it go, to make a wish - and to make herself vulnerable, once more, to the disappointment that may come from making such a heartfelt wish. Thus, the BlackGatomon was patient, not rushing Cion, not wanting to make her do anything that she'd regret. Eventually, through tensely eyes and perhaps a touch of apprehension, Cion would let that bamboo vessel afloat, Syre carefully watching it slip out towards the masses.
A mere few seconds later, as Cion opened her eyes, it was nigh invisible, lost in the dreams and wishes of the masses. Despite this, its eemed that Cion had brightened up, the two taking a moment to look towards that beautiful display. And as Cion turned in Syre's grip, the feline would shift her hands around Cion's back, briefly pressing her forehead right up against the fennec's, a single knuckle lifted up to scritch under her love's chin.
With that, Syre would tilt her head back towards the pier. Unfortunately, it didn't do either of them much good to linger in such a high-traffic area like this, the next group of wish-goers already moving down those wooden steps. Soon, both of them would be back up on the pavement, a bit away from the crowd, as Syre moved to stretch out her back.
"Mm... that was fun, but I don't think I expected this place to be this crowded." Syre found herself giving a chuckle! "I think I underestimated just how many 'mons actually tolerate the cold way up here. It might just be the festival, but I think right now this is... well, several times Snowflake's population on an average day..."
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