Emerald green eyes fluttered open. They glittered with the humidity still present in the magical depths. The eyelids shut tightly around the pale orbs, protecting them tenderly yet furiously against the pain that rushed through them. A thin ray of powerful light had sneaked past the pull a gaze at the jewels hidden from his envy. The strength of the vital sphere was such that a stinging form of pain had hurt the precious organs.
A groan escaped cherry lips, rubies of velvet flesh that glowed like clean and polished apples. A slimy tongue licked them automatically, and the thick form pursed to pass the humidity across every single corner. Immediately after, the little worm hid back into the cave, one that was warm and dry, and that made a second, louder groan.
"Where am I?" inquired a hoarse, sleepy voice that belonged to the creature laying there.
Once the eyes had stop hurting, adjusted to the brilliance of the daylight, the being caught a look around itself. She was a woman laying on the hard, dusty floor of a cave, covered by a white tunic, and white robes. The cave was not too large, but enough to make a lair for a potentially dangerous fiend, from a fang to a garuda. At first she felt a slight fear when considering such possibility, however she pushed back such thoughts, replacing them by her own doubts.
"How did I get here?" she asked again, now clearing her voice loudly, gazing back and forth at the rocks, which were a dull grey, and pretty rough.
She scanned her thought searching for images of the past hours. She had started her journey in Besaid, where she gained the basic ability and teachings. She went then to Kilika, where she mastered fire, Luca, more exactly in the road of Miihen, where she mastered water. Near Djose she had learnt how to control the most complicated thunder spells, and the last she remembered was going past the Thunder Plains, where she finished her training, and reaching Macalania, on her way to Gagazet, where she was to master the Ice at the Ice Tower.
That was where her thoughts vanished into a hazy mist. She did remember entering Macalania, walking a great deal through the perilous trees of crystal leaves. Then something occurred that had erased her thoughts and brought her to a cave. She heard the chiming of glass against glass, hence deduced she never left the magical and wonderful lands of the mysterious Macalania.
Her head turned to the illuminated entrance of the cave as the sound of moving rocks alerted her. She heard the pad steps of something approaching, calmly, never rapidly, yet secure of the pace it was taking. The girl looked around, searching for a weapon she well knew and remembered, and the only thing that gave her a real security right now. It was there, by the far end of the cave, hidden in the shadows yet still blazing with the magick it contained deep inside it.
The girl turned rapidly towards the entrance. The footsteps had stopped and she knew the being had reached the entrance before she could have accessed to her staff. Before her was no evil being, or at least it seemed as such to her. Standing in the entrance of the cave, two rabbits held tenderly on its mouth, their necks broken, was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. He, a male, was a vihur, yet not your typical, monstrous reptile. The creature standing before her was a spirit, white like the snow, resembling the unicorns often told in tales, with a coat so white it was pure. The being was covered in scales, yet they were not sharp or rough, but of a velvety texture, soft like silk.
However, the fact that called all the attention were the eyes. Those placid eyes that gazed at her through the water contained in the atmosphere. They were blue, unnaturally blue, and seemed as if someone had pulled the water out of the oceanic depths and had placed them inside a pair of glass orbs. Something human, yet ethereal, seemed to glow like an aura around them. They stared at her with something far from confusion, they knew she would be here, and now gazed at her with admiration and a profound care towards her.
"Hi!" the Vihur said dropping the two rabbits, a human voice breaking the awkward silence.
Such a familiar voice, one that was soft, friendly, joyous, and truly interested. Just like the personality of whom it belonged. Suddenly, a rush of images flowed back towards the girl. Entering Macalania and being attacked by the same Vihur. Just staring at each other, gazing into the depths of each other's eyes, his blue and her spiralled green. Her recognition and his awakening into the humanity, the resurrection of his sleeping soul. And her thoughts flowed back towards a long time ago, a time when she first saw those blue eyes, and the time when she fell in love.
"You do remember me, don't you Rikku?" the Vihur inquired with a stutter in his voice, gazing with a shudder at the staff laying in the far end of the cave.
With a loud, sharp yelp, something like a little scream, the girl leapt forward. The Vihur growled startled and recoiled rapidly from the exit, frightened, thinking the reaction was a desperate attack to save her life. Rikku pounced on him, making them both loose balance. Entangled in a tight hug, Rikku and the Vihur rolled down the little hill that situated the cave. It was a grassland mainly, but Rikku's clothes were still torned by the sharp edges of the fallen leaves that grew in Macalania.
As they landed, Rikku over the fallen creature, she smiled joyfully, filled with an euphoria that boiled her blood and made her conscious of a serie of sensations she had never experienced, or thought possible, before. Tears slid past her cheeks like tiny diamonds, trailing small streams which soon became a flow of a torrential river. The Vihur felt the humidity of the tears falling upon his scales, and gazed up worriedly. He frowned as he saw the girl immersed in convulsions, caused by her incontrollable sobbing.
"Rikku…!" he started awkwardly, "Rikku, why are you crying?" he finished with a voice that denoted his confusion and his concern.
The girl looked up, and to his surprise, she was smiling broadly, yet not the tense smile of sadness, but a genuine, happy one. And her eyes were glowing with such beauty that the Vihur felt his heart skip a beat. He might not have realized first, in the tense and rushed situation in which they met, but he had always thought Rikku was a woman with an innocent beauty of her own. She was very special.
"Of course I haven't forgotten you…
AN: Insert name there, and you'll get the beginning of the next chapter. Who is the mysterious Vihur? Well, I presume most of you know the response since this is inspired in Ocean Ice, my other fic with the white Vihur's appearance. Well, I hope you enjoy this fiction, and I think it'll turn out great. I have a pleasant surprise reserved for you.