If there was one thing Syndra despised about her family, it was the constant need for them to throw gatherings and offer other houses invitation to visit them. Yes, The Miyamoto household was no stranger to well… Strangers; but Syndra absolutely hated it. Despite her mother's hopes for her to be a beautiful social butterfly, with goals to find the girl a proper suitor to carry the Miyamoto name with honor; Syndra was more akin to a socially reclusive cat.
The young Miyamoto did not enjoy the company of snotty nobles, nor did she want to indulge her mother in finding a rich suitor to wed her. Syndra wanted one simple thing, and that was to play. You see, Syndra was a very gifted child, possessing innate magical potential that often scared the pampered guests that entered their home. No matter how Takashi tried to prevent her daughter from scaring away other nobles, Syndra always ended up using her 'special gift' in one way or another and ended up being sent to her room as to prevent any more incidents.
However, today was different. Today Takashi had opted to simply leave Syndra locked in her room before the guests had even arrived, unwilling to risk the young girl ruining a possible connection to a wealthy and renowned Demacian family. To Syndra's understanding, it was the utmost importance to impress this family, apparently their guests have close connections to the royal house and a vast wealth. Truly a worthwhile ally to have, especially with Noxian soldiers constantly at Ionia's doorstep.
A tie that cannot, by any means, be put at risk by Syndra acting out (as she often did). Not that the child minded, she was perfectly fine with spending the day to herself and doing what she loved most; practicing her gift. Though Syndra's powers were not endorsed by her family, nor her peers, she loved it far too much to give it up. The meaningless insults to her person, and harsh screams earned from her parents meant very little to her. Syndra did not care, nor did she regret her choices.
No matter what they say, she would continue to practice her gift. Again, again, and again. They would have to take the very magic that ran through her veins to get her to stop.
That being said, it was no surprise that Syndra actually quite enjoyed the time to herself today. Sitting alone in her room, she would weave her fingers through the waves of magic she had released. Letting out a deep breath as her shaky and inexperienced hands molded the gas into several solid forms, her favorite being that of several small spheres. As they rotated around her, Syndra couldn't help but have a smile stretch across her crimson stained lips. There were no words that could stop the happiness she felt doing this…. This, THIS is her calling. She knew that.
What she did not know, however, was that she had an admirer watching the entire display from afar. Too engaged in her own work, she did not notice the pair of aquamarine hues watching her in awe from just outside her window. Those curious azure orbs belonging to no other than the young and ever intrepid, Fiora Laurent.
One might have wondered how the young girl managed to find Syndra in the first place, seeing as the blonde's room was stationed at the highest point of the Miyamoto home. Well, as it just so happened, Fiora's favorite activity was climbing up the thick bark of the many trees that dare challenge her ability to do so and stare down at any passerbys…. Until she was inevitably dragged back down by one of her older brothers or the butler.
Lucky for her, the Miyamoto home was so intricate and the thick foliage of Ionia made it much easier for her to lose her 'babysitter' and do what she loved most. A fact she was quite thankful of, now that she was bestowed with the sight before her. The young Laurent had never seen anything like it before, and it was marvelous. The way that the mysterious girl managed to create different shapes and the like with only the touch of her hand…. It left Fiora absolutely mesmerized, she had to know what this girl was doing.
It was upon this decision that Syndra would hear light 'taps' on her window, taking her a moment to actually snap out of her trance and look to find the source of this noise. An inquisitive brow shot up as Syndra eyed the window, taking a moment to comprehend how or why a strange face was looking through it. She was almost tempted to ignore it due to her distaste for social interaction, but curiosity got the better of her as she hesitantly walked across the room and got a closer look at the little tree climber.
The first thing Syndra noticed was those sharp aquamarine hues and their gaze that never left Syndra's features, as cliche as that sounds. Her eyes were just so... Fierce. A burning flame growing within them, Syndra saw it well. The second thing she had noticed was her foreign features, leading Syndra to assume this was one of the children associated with the Demacian family visiting them. She couldn't help but question why this girl was up here, rather than with the rest of them.
It didn't take long for Syndra to finally slide the window open, getting a much clearer view of her intruder. "...Who are you?" She finally inquired after moments of silence, lucky that she was taught common at a young age or she would have been unable to communicate with her new visitor. "You shouldn't be here."
"Fiora Laurent." The obsidian haired girl chimed back, daring to climb along the branch of the tree and step into Syndra's room. "It's a pleasure to meet you, madam...?" A bow of respect was given, and the young Laurent reached forth to grasp one of Syndra's hands. Once taken, she lay a kiss upon it; much like 8 strange.
This didn't go unnoticed by Syndra, almost thinking this girl was, well, a boy for a moment. If not for the feminine name, she may have very well made this assumption. "Syndra." She finally replied, retracting her hand shyly. "You shouldn't be here." Syndra repeating once more, crossing her arms defensively to her chest. This was the first time anyone else had been in her room aside from her parents... She could only hope Fiora hadn't seen anything.
"Mademoiselle Syndra..." Fiora repeated, her obvious accent dripping off the girl's tongue but the name rolled fondly off it. "I apologize for my intrusion, I was simply awestruck by your display." She then added, noticing Syndra's obvious discomfort with the situation. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen the blonde downstairs; how strange. It was no matter to Fiora though, she was not one to judge; seeing as she should be in attendance there as they speak.
"My... What? You shouldn't--" It took Syndra a moment to catch on to what Fiora was saying to her, the blonde's features lightening slightly as her arms loosened in her front. "Y-you liked it?" She finally questioned back, lavender hues staring at this new girl with interest. No one had ever complimented Syndra's magic before, Fiora must be talking of something else.
"Yes. It was amazing, how you materialized those things from only the tips of your fingers. Truly magical." Fiora replied, almost dreamily. She was so used to being forced into norms that only bored her, seeing such an abnormal sight was amazing to her. The only feeling she could compare to it was when her brother allowed her to wield one of his rapiers, how it fit so perfectly in her hand. "Will you show me it again, mada-- Syndra?"
Syndra paused, pondering over the request. Was this girl only asking her this to inevitable mock Syndra's ability? It wouldn't be the first time... But she seemed genuine, awfully so. If Fiora was lying, then she was a damned good liar. "I suppose so..." The young mage finally responded, stepping back slightly from Fiora and extending her hands outward. In them, a light began to materialize that soon become a gas that Syndra could mold between her fingers tips.
Fiora looked on in clear interest, bravely stepping forward to look closer at the display. Azure orbs following each sparkle of magic in front of her in awe, and watching in wonder as Syndra was able to force this strange gas to her will. Amazed when the other managed to turn what was once gas into a solid sphere, composed of... Gods know what, but it interested the young Laurent to no end.
Upon seeing Fiora's admiration for her gift and knowing now that the other girl was not lying to her, caused Syndra's lips to twitch upwards ever so slightly. No one had ever appreciated her in such a way before, not in the way Fiora had. Brimming with a newfound confidence, she began to twist and morph the sphere in her hands once more. Lavender orbs focused deeply onto their task, brows furrowed in determination.
After several moments of struggling to form the shape she wished for, the image before Fiora became clearer and clearer. In Syndra's hands, a rose began to materialize and form it's shape. As it finally set its shape, Syndra allowed it to fall delicately into her hand. Though it was shaped perfectly to that of a normal rose, the clear sparkle of gold twisted into it made it clear it was not your everyday foliage.
"It's beautiful." Fiora finally said, straightening herself to look properly at Syndra. "Thank you for showin--" Before Fiora could finish her sentence, she was abruptly cut off by Syndra shoving the unique rose at her.
"... For you." Syndra finally spoke, explaining her strange actions. Her hands pushing forward once again, shoving the flower into Fiora's chest. A clear crimson tint took over her features, beginning to feel embarrassment over her gesture. Did Fiora hate her? The first person to enjoy her gift, and she already messed up. Damn it! She closed her eyes shut, turning her head to the side. How did she always manage to mess up everything she did? Fiora probably hates her no--
"I love it." The other girl finally chirped, accepting the unique rose and holding it tightly to her chest. "You didn't have to do that for me, mademoiselle... But I am glad you did." She added, taking a step closer to the other. "Roses are my favorite." A grin stretched on the obsidian haired girl's features, gaze finally meeting onto Syndra's own.
When Fiora stepped forward, Syndra took a step back in turn. "They're my favorite, too." The blonde replied, fidgeting awkwardly. Truth be told, Fiora reminded her of a red rose, but she was far too embarrassed to admit that.
Several moments would pass, the silence at first being awkward but soon comforting as the two gazed upon each other. A sense of familiarity filled both of them, and soon Syndra's uncomfortable demeanor dropped. The young mage relaxing now, finding comfort in Fiora's strangely endearing company. The young Laurent, for her part, was busy admiring Syndra's long hair and rare lavender hues. This Ionian girl, she was so different... Simply looking upon her caused Fiora's heart to swell slightly.
After what felt like hours, but was likely only a few minutes; Syndra finally spoke.
"Fiora, would you like to, perhaps-" Before she could finish, she was abruptly cut off by the familiar creaking of her door being opened. Takashi slipping into her child's room, her features contorting into that of anger upon noticing the other child in the room.
"What is this?!" Her mother questioned in a angry whisper, marching over to the two children and grasping Syndra by her arm. "I told you, you are not allowed to have anyone in here. It is dangerous." Takashi condemned her child, before turning her attention to Fiora. "And you should not be here, what would your parents think?" She pointed an accusing finger at the girl, her other hand still keeping it's harsh grip on Syndra's arm.
Knowing she had gotten herself into trouble, Syndra slinked back from the entire ordeal. However, Fiora had never been one to be talked down to in such a manner, and watching the older woman cause obvious pain to her new friend made her swell with a newfound anger. "Leave her alone!" The young Laurent huffed, her tiny hand gripping onto the adult's forearm in an attempt to stop the other from touching Syndra.
This only seemed to set Takashi off more, and it wasn't long before the older woman opted to let go of Syndra's arm and focus her full attention on Fiora. "What did you just say?" Were the first words to leave Takashi's mouth, followed by several different insults to the young Laurent. After several moments of the older woman scolding Fiora, Takashi finally opted to throw the girl out of Syndra's room. A harsh threat being given to the 'ruffian', ensuring Fiora wouldn't think to return.
But of course, the only thought going through Fiora's head was how and when she could see Syndra again. The whole ordeal only strengthening her resolve in how much she wished to see the blonde again, never having felt such a connection to another before. She needed to see Syndra again, she had to...
Unfortunately for her, when the Laurent family had returned to Ionia; Syndra was gone. When attempting to find out what had happened, she was never met with a straight answer. Frustrated, she finally decided to do some detective work for herself to find her answers. Climbing the same tree she had the first time, she was lucky to find Syndra's window being opened. Crawling inside, her heart jumped into her throat as she had expected to be met with the sight of those familiar lavender hues greeting her.
However, she was only met with emptiness. The only sign Syndra had been there was her familiar scent, and many of her things strewn across the floor. It caused Fiora's heart to sink, knowing that she would not see Syndra again. Defeated, she sat in the room for a few moments solemnly. That was, until, something stuck out to her on the floor. Quickly she came to her feet and strode towards the familiar object, reaching down to inspect the item.
A small smile stretched across her lips as she realized what it was, knowing deep down now that no matter what was to happen; Syndra's fate was intertwined to Fiora's now. With this item, she knew Syndra would return to her someday.
In her hands, she held a rose.
...Her rose.