"What the hell are you talking about, it's so obviously from outer space!"
"It's from deep in the ocean, I don't know what the hell you're talking about, it's so obvious!"
Two... Kids, possibly? Sat at a table outside of a noodle house, glaring at each other, although their glasses were so thick you wouldn't be able to tell. They looked like they were related, they sort of had to be with their similarities...
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"How could it be from the ocean, we found it in the Water Country!?" Anatori leaned over the table, his palms flat on the surface as his fingers curled, showing his frustration. In front of his hands was a bundle, it looked like an object wrapped in a rather grimy looking cloth. Irotana leaned in, mirroring the other boy's stance and glare.
"We found it in the Water Country, how could it be from outer space!?" The two boys leaned in even farther, their glasses just about touching as their teeth barred in defense and offense to each other. A few passersby tossed them some long looks; some out of curiosity, some out of disgust, and some even out of excitement to see a fight. The warm desert sun glistened against their reflective glasses, as the beauty of the Wind Country's day seemed to pale to the intensity coming from the youths.
The brothers began to growl at each other faintly, looking down (in unison) at the object between them, then back up. They repeated, down, then up. One more time, down then up. As their eyes met the third time, the suddenly broke away from each other, standing up with such force that both their chairs were knocked to the wayside. The remaining patrons of the noodle house silenced and looked up at the duo in shock and surprise.
In mirrored, swift motions, both boys reached behind them and pulled out small guitars, both the same shape and structure, with different colored stains in the elegant wood. In time with each other, the began strumming a tune; singing in perfect harmony.
They sang their final word with an almost foreboding chord in their strings, a note that seemed to silence the very world around them for an eternal moment. Finally, the air was awoken by the applauding of a noodle maid, which sparked deep applause from the area patrons. The boys smiled proud, bowing deeply to their audience.
As they righted themselves and put their guitars away, they reached to their table top taking their object, both boys with a hand on either side, and made their way into the distance.
"How are you not convinced? That song is definitely talking about outer space!"
"That song is definitely talking about the ocean! How are you not convinced?"
"It's from deep in the ocean, I don't know what the hell you're talking about, it's so obvious!"
Two... Kids, possibly? Sat at a table outside of a noodle house, glaring at each other, although their glasses were so thick you wouldn't be able to tell. They looked like they were related, they sort of had to be with their similarities...
Anatori - Bard of the World | Irotana - The World's Bard
"How could it be from the ocean, we found it in the Water Country!?" Anatori leaned over the table, his palms flat on the surface as his fingers curled, showing his frustration. In front of his hands was a bundle, it looked like an object wrapped in a rather grimy looking cloth. Irotana leaned in, mirroring the other boy's stance and glare.
"We found it in the Water Country, how could it be from outer space!?" The two boys leaned in even farther, their glasses just about touching as their teeth barred in defense and offense to each other. A few passersby tossed them some long looks; some out of curiosity, some out of disgust, and some even out of excitement to see a fight. The warm desert sun glistened against their reflective glasses, as the beauty of the Wind Country's day seemed to pale to the intensity coming from the youths.
The brothers began to growl at each other faintly, looking down (in unison) at the object between them, then back up. They repeated, down, then up. One more time, down then up. As their eyes met the third time, the suddenly broke away from each other, standing up with such force that both their chairs were knocked to the wayside. The remaining patrons of the noodle house silenced and looked up at the duo in shock and surprise.
In mirrored, swift motions, both boys reached behind them and pulled out small guitars, both the same shape and structure, with different colored stains in the elegant wood. In time with each other, the began strumming a tune; singing in perfect harmony.
"A world unseen, a world unknown~"
"A world from which a hundred were born~"
"Creation, destruction, the forces of all~"
"In the face of its power, everything small~"
"An existence of beings, cannot comprehend~"
"An existence of forces, its power extend~"
"A story of birth; of worlds and of nature~"
"A world born, detached from its maker~"
"The tales of old, of bard-laden prose~"
"Just fables of old, or foretelling of woes~"
"A song about those, who long for reminders~"
"To the world they bore; 'We are your designers'~"
"A world from which a hundred were born~"
"Creation, destruction, the forces of all~"
"In the face of its power, everything small~"
"An existence of beings, cannot comprehend~"
"An existence of forces, its power extend~"
"A story of birth; of worlds and of nature~"
"A world born, detached from its maker~"
"The tales of old, of bard-laden prose~"
"Just fables of old, or foretelling of woes~"
"A song about those, who long for reminders~"
"To the world they bore; 'We are your designers'~"
They sang their final word with an almost foreboding chord in their strings, a note that seemed to silence the very world around them for an eternal moment. Finally, the air was awoken by the applauding of a noodle maid, which sparked deep applause from the area patrons. The boys smiled proud, bowing deeply to their audience.
As they righted themselves and put their guitars away, they reached to their table top taking their object, both boys with a hand on either side, and made their way into the distance.
"How are you not convinced? That song is definitely talking about outer space!"
"That song is definitely talking about the ocean! How are you not convinced?"
[ ~Gone into the sands, leaving nothing but melodious words~ ]