pyr min solemnly swears he is up to no good (![]() ![]() @ 2013-12-12 16:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !narrative, pyr min |
the light in me will guide you home.
Who: Pyr Min (& NPCs Suoh and Sunhwa Min)
What: An unexpected visit
Where: Pyr’s room in Lindwyrm Hall
When: 12/9 (morning)
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Over the last few days, Pyr had slowly started getting back into the rhythm of training. His strength was returning little by little, and before long he would again fall back into the hell of his previous training regime, but for the moment he could take it easy, citing healer’s orders. This was how he found himself still in bed at 9AM, when his usual regime would have had him running laps at dawn. He was munching happily on a cookie when the door of his room swung open, and his jaw dropped. “Mom! Dad! What are you doing h—” He couldn’t finish the question; Sunhwa Min was already smothering him against her chest, her breath coming in ragged sobs. Pyr wrapped his arms around her in turn, confused but happy. It had been almost half a year since he had last seen his parents. When his mother pulled away, Pyr saw the tears running down her face, and he looked at his father; Suoh Min’s eyes were red, too. “What’s wrong?” he asked, worried. “Oh, sweetheart.” Sunhwa Min started planting kisses all over his face, utterly disregarding Pyr’s question. “How are you feeling? Are you all right? Oh, we’ve been so worried, I haven’t slept in a week, dear—” “Peony wrote to us and told us about the illness,” his father said, coming round to the other side of the bed to take Pyr’s hand. “We came as soon as the letter arrived.” Pyr’s mouth formed the shape of an ‘o’. If they had come so fast, they had to have left before news of the cure could reach them. “I’m okay now!” Pyr told them at once, as everything clicked into place. “Peony’s guild put together a team to find a cure, and the illness is gone now. She and the other mages saved everyone.” Had he imagined the flicker of a shadow across his mother’s face at the mention of Peony’s name? “That is wonderful news,” Suoh Min said. He reached out to envelop Pyr in his arms, and Pyr smiled. On Pyr’s other side, Sunhwa Min dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. “How were you cured? Are you back to full health now?” “Yeah.” Pyr picked up his discarded cookie as his father released him. “It’s been a few days. I’ve started training again, too.” “I’m so happy you’re all right.” His mother squeezed his hand, and brushed the crumbs off the front of his shirt. “I don’t know what I would have done if you—” She cut off, and gathered Pyr into her arms again. “Everything’s all right, Sunhwa,” his father said, kindly, though he looked as though he may start crying himself. The circles under his eyes were new, and he looked exhausted; it was exactly how he looked when a deadline was approaching and he had to sacrifice hours of sleep to finish the work. His eyes looked around the room, and he said, “So this is where you live now. It looks tidier than I imagined it.” Pyr preened. “Of course it is.” What they could see of it, anyway; he hoped his mother would not think of opening the closet. Pyr had fallen into the habit of tossing anything in the way inside there, to the point where he was scared of opening the door himself and being buried under an avalanche of clothes and random trinkets. “That’s good. That’s wonderful, dear.” His mother pulled away and her hand came up to cradle Pyr’s face. “It won’t take you long at all to pack, then. You should return home with us. This city is far too dangerous; we should never have allowed you and Sky to come here by yourselves.” Return home? “Why don’t you contact your brother?” Suoh Min said. “We can go have breakfast somewhere nice to celebrate. You can eat as many sweets as you like.” Pyr shook his head. “I don’t want to go back home,” he said. “I want to keep training here. I want to get better at fighting.” “You can train at the guild back home, like you used to,” Sunhwa replied. Her voice was kind, but Pyr heard no overture to negotiations in her tone. “We’re not asking you to quit completely. Sky can go back to his old employer, too. You’ll both be safer there.” “But I don’t want to go,” Pyr protested. “And I don’t think Sky does either. We have friends here now, and Peony—” His mother’s expression hardened. He was not imagining it this time. “We’ll talk about this later,” she said, though Pyr knew that meant he had already lost the fight before it had even begun. “Call Sky, now, and let’s go eat together as a family. We need to celebrate you’re all right now.” Pyr couldn’t think of anything to say. The conversation was over. Numb, he took his communicator device and called Sky. They could not leave Emillion. They had to stay. But how to convince their parents to see it their way, Pyr did not have a clue. |