kunenk (kunenk) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2010-09-29 22:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2010 eight characters challenge, author: kunenk, fandom: chrono trigger, pairing: frog/schala |
Piece of Time (Chrono Trigger, Schala + Frog)
Title: Piece of Time
Author/Artist: kunenk
Fandom: Chrono Trigger
Pairing/characters: Schala, Frog, Crono, Ayla, Janus
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Prompt/challenge you're answering: Schala and Frog: not fully human
Notes: Assumes that they get time to talk instead of Schala having to rush off.
She’s struck by the differences in the group- the differences in their sizes, the boy’s spiked bright red hair next to wildly curled blonde hair, the mismatch of clothes. The boy’s mostly covered, apart from his arms, and the woman seems comfortable enough, but Schala wonders how she must manage outside Zeal’s managed atmosphere. And the third person- he’s like something else, though he stands as well as his companions- perhaps better, even- if half as tall.
They can’t be from Zeal, and Schala’s heart lifts. They have power within them, shining brightly, and not brought about by reliance on Lavos’ power.
“Hello,” she says, taking a step forward and smiling. “You’re travellers, aren’t you? You must have come a long way.”
“Schala…” Janus comes up to her, but watches the travellers with suspicion from behind her robes. “They’re…”
“Different,” she says, dropping her voice and hoping they won’t think badly of her for that. But they are different, so very different, and perhaps she can go so far as to confide in them. She’d like that. She hasn’t had anyone to confide in besides Janus for some time now.
“The wind…” he mutters, drawing back.
“I know. It’s all right.” She touches his shoulder in reassurance, and smiles at the travellers. “Won’t you stay and talk with us for a while?”
The boy glances at his companions for confirmation, and then looks at her. “Sure,” he says, holding out a hand and smiling. “I’m Crono. Pleased to meet you.”
“I’m called Schala,” she says, taking his hand. “I hope we can learn something from each other.”
“I’d like that,” Crono says, and gives her another smile before he lets go of her hand and steps back.
She’s right to talk to these people, she knows it. Crono’s smile is the brightest she’s seen in these halls in ages, and the feel of their magic brushes against her senses and fizzes, doesn’t try to push in on what she has. It’s part of them, born from the heart rather than instilled in it.
“Ayla,” the woman says, and her hold on Schala’s hand is stronger than Crono’s. She looks and Schala with a curious glint in her eyes, and says, “Schala strong?”
“I try to be,” Schala says, trying to smile, and she doesn’t make the effort to keep her hand up when Ayla lets go. She’s been worrying about that of recent times, because Mother is… Mother is wrong, but Schala can’t see the way to finding her way out of the path her mother is trying to force. She wishes the Gurus would come back, banishment or no, but- it can’t be helped.
She turns to the third person, and can’t help staring for a few moments. “I’m sorry,” she says. “Please, pardon me- I haven’t seen anyone quite like you in Zeal before.”
“‘Tis no fault of thine,” he says, and the voice is right for someone male.
She taps into her power a little, and looks, and says, reaching out towards him, “It’s a curse, isn’t it? Can I do something about it?”
“As best I know, only the one who has cast it can remove it,” the frog-person says. “But it hath been ten years. I am well-used to this form by now.”
“Still,” she says, letting her hand drop. “If we could help each other, perhaps…”
“I will have it out with him, one day,” the frog-person says, one hand going to his sword’s hilt. “But that is for another time.”