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Rating: G
Warnings: No porn, alas.
Word Count: 375
Summary: Shara and the Viera clan welcome their new kin.
Prompt: Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, Shara/Ritz: initiation - "you're one of us now"
The rapier fit her hand so well.
Strange humans in the jagds are worth being cautious about, even more so when they're bold enough to walk without a clan. The pink-haired girl walked like a Viera, confident and calm, and when she was accosted - well. The rival clan might have done for her anyway, without Shara's interference and the timely intervention of the clan, but when she picked up that rapier and lifted it, fierceness and a strange magic shining in her eyes...
She said her name was Ritz, later when the clan was counting its wounds, and she was a stranger to Ivalice. The rapier had belonged to Susanna, the life claimed by the jagd as its price for freedom from the judges, and the clan leader gifted it to her as a token of gratitude. "What will you do now?" she'd asked.
Ritz had lifted her eyes from the hilt, shining in the lamplight. "I'll join with you, if you'll have me."
"It is so!" The leader had stood, flicking her hand out in a mock-imperious gesture. "Barkeep, a round of butter rum for the clan. We've a new clanswoman to welcome!"
Though weary, the clan worked up a ragged cheer - perhaps more in anticipation of the rum than their new swordswoman. Shara had the honor of handing a mug to Ritz, who betrayed her youth with an eager smile - and then again by the face she made as the liquor burned down her throat.
"Don't worry," Shara said, smiling indulgently, "it gets better."
"It'd better," Ritz mused, gazing at her reflection in the dark liquid. Firmly, she took another swallow. "If I'm to be a swordswoman," she explained with a more mature smile, "I had better learn to drink like one."
"That's the spirit," Shara grinned, and sat down beside her with her own mug. Ritz glanced at her oddly, but didn't scoot aside. The warmth of the rum tangled with the warm scent of the young human, sitting with her inherited rapier clutched between her knees, and Shara closed her eyes and quietly reveled in it.
No matter how her skills with the sword turned out - and Shara had high hopes - she'd make an excellent clanswoman.
Author/Artist:
raisedbymooglesRating: G
Warnings: No porn, alas.
Word Count: 375
Summary: Shara and the Viera clan welcome their new kin.
Prompt: Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, Shara/Ritz: initiation - "you're one of us now"
The rapier fit her hand so well.
Strange humans in the jagds are worth being cautious about, even more so when they're bold enough to walk without a clan. The pink-haired girl walked like a Viera, confident and calm, and when she was accosted - well. The rival clan might have done for her anyway, without Shara's interference and the timely intervention of the clan, but when she picked up that rapier and lifted it, fierceness and a strange magic shining in her eyes...
She said her name was Ritz, later when the clan was counting its wounds, and she was a stranger to Ivalice. The rapier had belonged to Susanna, the life claimed by the jagd as its price for freedom from the judges, and the clan leader gifted it to her as a token of gratitude. "What will you do now?" she'd asked.
Ritz had lifted her eyes from the hilt, shining in the lamplight. "I'll join with you, if you'll have me."
"It is so!" The leader had stood, flicking her hand out in a mock-imperious gesture. "Barkeep, a round of butter rum for the clan. We've a new clanswoman to welcome!"
Though weary, the clan worked up a ragged cheer - perhaps more in anticipation of the rum than their new swordswoman. Shara had the honor of handing a mug to Ritz, who betrayed her youth with an eager smile - and then again by the face she made as the liquor burned down her throat.
"Don't worry," Shara said, smiling indulgently, "it gets better."
"It'd better," Ritz mused, gazing at her reflection in the dark liquid. Firmly, she took another swallow. "If I'm to be a swordswoman," she explained with a more mature smile, "I had better learn to drink like one."
"That's the spirit," Shara grinned, and sat down beside her with her own mug. Ritz glanced at her oddly, but didn't scoot aside. The warmth of the rum tangled with the warm scent of the young human, sitting with her inherited rapier clutched between her knees, and Shara closed her eyes and quietly reveled in it.
No matter how her skills with the sword turned out - and Shara had high hopes - she'd make an excellent clanswoman.
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