AN: Reverie pre-order's paid for :D
Nightmare (Joshua/Estelle)
He'd been hoping for a quiet, relaxing morning. Estelle's sudden scream shattered all hopes of that.
"What's wrong?!" he demanded, taking the stairs two at a time and flinging her door open in a rush as her eyes, wide and fearful, slowly met his.
"… They were all gone."
All gone? What in the world was she –
"The Stregas! They were all gone! There weren't any in the shops, or on people's feet, or under my bed where I keep them – none! Anywhere!"
It took every bit of willpower he had to keep his face from descending to his palm.
Force (Friedel, Loggins, Patrick)
He saw the smirk on the first year's face as he shifted into his opening stance and could only wonder how much attention he'd been paying to Friedel as she'd instructed.
When teaching, her swordplay was utterly calm, flowing from one movement to the next without excess flourish or power. It certainly didn't look impressive on first glance.
Loggins knew better, and soon so would Patrick. He'd never felt the full force of Friedel's ability, couldn't possibly grasp what it meant to try and stand tall against a maelstrom of steel.
Too bad for him. He'd learn the hard way.
Desire (Kenneth)
He hears the rumors, of course.
A fish that was a blur of silver, flashing through the water like a mirage. A fish that was monstrously powerful, easily strong enough to rip the rod straight from numbed, useless fingers. A fish that was more myth than matter, more fable than fact.
The Guardian, the fishermen whisper, the name almost as sacred on their lips as that of the Goddess Herself.
Hot blood stirs within his veins. His caution crumbles to pieces, the wind scattering it about as if it were never there.
He wants. He shall find. He swears it.