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The festivities were at an all-time high with their beloved Grandmaster finally home from his long journey. Bringing along the missing half of their ranks with him certainly played a part as well.
Mika had sat across from him with their former Acting Grandmaster at his side. Diona had sat to the left of their shared bench.
Diona had been huffing and puffing at the heavy drinking of their Grandmaster all day. Till she eventually spat out a question that had apparently plagued her for a while. She’d always been a curious child.
Mika and Jean groaned simultaneously, ”don’t get him started…” Mika begged, already hidden in his hands praying to escape his drawn-out tale.
“How I got my vision?” Varka began boasting, his typical knight embellishments already locked and loaded. “Haha! Well it’s a story as daring as any other allogene, maybe even more! It was after a long and arduous batt-“
“Really, Varka?” Seamus raised a brow, popping up from behind them. Mika had seen him in the heart of the festivities with his youngest earlier.
He choked, “ah- whattt? You weren’t even there, you were too busy playing with butterflies!” He playfully huffed, gesturing this way and that, as if he wasn’t expecting this very turn of events. “Alright, alright. I’ll give you the real story…mellow as it is.”
“It was a beautiful day in Mond, the sun shining and the winds gentle, so gentle in fact I was almost falling asleep!” He chuckled. “I probably wasn’t much older than Diona here,”
Three children surrounded a large and holy tree, one chasing crystalfiles, squeaking in joy. Another can be heard scrawling on a page. The final boy lay against said tree, fighting dreams and gentle breezes.
A twinkle blessed his ears first, a soft gasp second. He reluctantly opened his heavy lids, Barbatos’ eye afloat in front of him. He felt his soul pulled towards it. His friend aside him reached out in wonderment.
“A vision?” A young Varka breathed in astonishment, grabbing hold of it. The boy next to him enclosed his hands around his mouth, forming a pseudo megaphone.
“SEAMUS! VARKA HAS A VISION!!!” He screeched, a blond came running from the river behind them.
“HUH?!” He panted, out of breath. “How?!”
The three of them entangled around each other, giggling in glee. “He didn’t even do anything! He got a vision by taking a nap!!” The redhead squawked and laughed, loud as ever despite their closer proximity.
“What are you even waiting for?? Let’s try it out already!” The eldest, Seamus, suggested. Mind already swirling with ideas of adventure.
His present self chuckled, looking around at his family and friends, bigger and fuller than he ever dreamed. “We were so reckless as children, the three of us would do the dumbest things to earn visions.” He smiled at the memory of Crepus trying to shoot a Cyro Regisvine from up high, only to be hit by a sudden icicle and (thankfully) trip backwards onto the safety of the ground. The three were barely teens then.
His smile fell slightly, “we were so dumb…” his mind conjured up the memory of receiving his own vision, the church of Barbatos, Seamus trying on his uniform as their newest initiate.
A young redhead piped up from behind him, “you know, if you told me a few years back that you would be joining the church? I’d have called you an idiot.” He could hear the smirk in his voice.
The man in question laughed, bright and hopeful, eyes stuck on a future in front of him. An adventure soon to reward him with his dearest of treasures. “You call me an idiot everyday, not much difference.” He smiled, reaching for his coat folded on the table next to him. Upon grabbing it he spotted a glow of yellow peaking from beneath. The sound of twinkling stars reached his ears. A vision is revealed to him, the blessing of geo.
His most treasured blessings would be hydro and anemo.
“In the end,” he reminisced from the present,
His past self turned to Crepus, excited and giddy with an emotion of finality and purpose laid over it all. Crepus Ragnivindr smiled something that reached neither of their eyes.
“The only thing we ever got out of it were bruises.”