Arslan's Betrothed
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Written based on an idea by Insomnius
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The training grounds lay quiet under the lengthening shadows of the ruins that surrounded Beacon proper. The air was cooler here, carrying the metallic tang of polished weapons and the faint scent of pine trees wafted from the mountains. Reese and Arslan strode along a gravel path, their boots crunching rhythmically. The grounds were bordered by ancient oaks, their gnarled branches heavy with leaves that rustled in the evening breeze.
Sparring rings, marked by white chalk and scuffed earth, lay empty, save for the occasional student polishing their gear under the fading light.
Reese, her hoverboard tucked under one arm, tilted her head, her green-tipped hair catching the golden glow. "So, who's this guy we're meeting again?" Her voice was light, teasing, her eyes glinting with curiosity.
Arslan sighed, her robes swaying as she walked, the intricate embroidery glinting faintly.
"My fiancé. Yatsuhashi of the Daichi Clan. We last met some twelve years ago, during the engagement ceremony. He was very… timorous. I was decidedly unimpressed. But I went forward with the engagement as it would benefit my family and faith greatly." Her voice was steady, but there was a tightness to it, a flicker of resignation.
Reese grinned, nudging Arslan's shoulder.
"Aw, c'mon, it's been twelve years. A lot can happen."
They reached the meeting point, a clearing where the path widened into a circle of smooth stone, bordered by low benches and a single, weathered statue of a huntsman. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows that stretched like fingers across the ground. A figure waited there, and as they approached, Arslan's breath caught.
Yatsuhashi stood like a monument carved from granite, an absolute mountain of a man. His heavy armor, dark and intricately etched, gleamed dully in the twilight, each plate fitted to his massive frame. A sword, nearly as tall as he was, rested against his shoulder, its blade broad and unyielding, the hilt wrapped in worn leather. His presence seemed to anchor the clearing, his dark eyes calm but piercing, his short hair ruffled by the breeze.
He nodded respectfully towards Arslan, a hint of a blush on his cheeks through his stoic demeanor.
"Hello Arslan," he said, his voice cool and steady, "It's nice to meet you again."
Arslan's heart stuttered, her dark skin hiding the flush that warmed her cheeks.
"A lot can happen indeed," she murmured, her voice softer than she intended, her golden eyes locked on him.
Reese's grin widened, her teeth flashing as she elbowed Arslan playfully. "Told ya," she whispered, her voice brimming with smug satisfaction.
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The training grounds lay quiet under the lengthening shadows of the ruins that surrounded Beacon proper. The air was cooler here, carrying the metallic tang of polished weapons and the faint scent of pine trees wafted from the mountains. Reese and Arslan strode along a gravel path, their boots crunching rhythmically. The grounds were bordered by ancient oaks, their gnarled branches heavy with leaves that rustled in the evening breeze.
Sparring rings, marked by white chalk and scuffed earth, lay empty, save for the occasional student polishing their gear under the fading light.
Reese, her hoverboard tucked under one arm, tilted her head, her green-tipped hair catching the golden glow. "So, who's this guy we're meeting again?" Her voice was light, teasing, her eyes glinting with curiosity.
Arslan sighed, her robes swaying as she walked, the intricate embroidery glinting faintly.
"My fiancé. Yatsuhashi of the Daichi Clan. We last met some twelve years ago, during the engagement ceremony. He was very… timorous. I was decidedly unimpressed. But I went forward with the engagement as it would benefit my family and faith greatly." Her voice was steady, but there was a tightness to it, a flicker of resignation.
Reese grinned, nudging Arslan's shoulder.
"Aw, c'mon, it's been twelve years. A lot can happen."
They reached the meeting point, a clearing where the path widened into a circle of smooth stone, bordered by low benches and a single, weathered statue of a huntsman. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows that stretched like fingers across the ground. A figure waited there, and as they approached, Arslan's breath caught.
Yatsuhashi stood like a monument carved from granite, an absolute mountain of a man. His heavy armor, dark and intricately etched, gleamed dully in the twilight, each plate fitted to his massive frame. A sword, nearly as tall as he was, rested against his shoulder, its blade broad and unyielding, the hilt wrapped in worn leather. His presence seemed to anchor the clearing, his dark eyes calm but piercing, his short hair ruffled by the breeze.
He nodded respectfully towards Arslan, a hint of a blush on his cheeks through his stoic demeanor.
"Hello Arslan," he said, his voice cool and steady, "It's nice to meet you again."
Arslan's heart stuttered, her dark skin hiding the flush that warmed her cheeks.
"A lot can happen indeed," she murmured, her voice softer than she intended, her golden eyes locked on him.
Reese's grin widened, her teeth flashing as she elbowed Arslan playfully. "Told ya," she whispered, her voice brimming with smug satisfaction.