Title: Sisterhood
Author: sodapop_mermaid
Fandom: Magi Nation
Characters/Pairing: Xandia x Vorga
Table: Mystic
Prompt: #09: Moon
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 115
Summary: Xandia and her younger sister share a peaceful reunion after the battle with T'Lok.
Notes: Please enjoy. :3
Perched atop a rocky cliff overlooking the magnificent ocean of magma, Xandia watched her little sister sleep with her head cushioned against Xandia's sturdy arm. Her narrow eyes slowly moved towards the heavens and beheld the white moon above. So serene and comforting, the Calder almost fell into slumber alongside her younger sibling.
Bandages spiraled around the magi's waist and arms, evidence of Gar's handiwork. She had defended her sister from the traitorous shadow, T'Lok, who hailed from the mountainous region of Kybar's Teeth. Sustaining several injuries, Xandia couldn't be more content with her duty as the older child.
Wrapping her free arm around Vorga's shoulders, she pulled her closer and whispered, "Sleep tight, sis."
Title: So Priceless
Author: sodapop_mermaid
Fandom: Magi Nation
Characters/Pairing: Tiller x Zannah
Table: Mystic
Prompt: #08: Dance
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 259
Summary: Tiller has always been so protective of his dear friend.
Notes: Please enjoy. :3
Spring time in Naroom never lasted nearly long enough. The trees would burst into rainbows of blossoms, crisp water flowed through the Glade once more, and the meadows smelled heavily of magic. Creatures would venture out into the open with new young to care for and were careful not to let any close.
It was also Zannah's favorite time of the year. She would go into the fields to greet the newly born Twinklets and Furok. Oft times, her fellow magi would spy her dancing to the steady rhythm of the wind, entertaining the young creatures. Being a Dream Healer, Zannah already had a close connection with creatures as it were.
One magi, Tiller, particularly enjoyed watching Zannah play with the little critters. As children, he had acted as a guardian of sorts, and had not fallen out of the habit once he reached maturity. He would follow his friend into the meadows and wait until night fell to call her back to the village.
If she was in a spritely mood, Zannah would invite Tiller to dance with her. He never refused, she wouldn’t have allowed it. She'd just pull him away from the rock he perched upon and whirl him into the heart of the fields where the gales beat like a nervous thunder. Round and round, her dizzying smile was all he could see until he fell onto the grass below.
Laughing together, they'd stand up and continued dancing until their bodies could no longer move. Such afternoons lasted for what seemed to be an eternity.