Writing Prompts Archive/1/N'yalla

N’yalla walked through the Rosewood Stalls, yawning and carrying a bag of groceries. She had stayed up too late, after she got back home she was going to make lunch and then take a nap, she decided to herself. As she was turning a corner while rubbing her eyes, a female voice called out to her.

“Oii! You’re Nya aren’t you? My how you’ve grown!” N’yalla turned to see a Hyur couple she could never forget. They were the couple that had housed N’yalla right after she ran away from home. Although she hadn’t stayed with them for longer than a few months, she still deeply appreciated them. They looked older than when she first met them. Time really didn’t forgive anyone, she noted.

“Anette! Eric! It’s been far too long. It’s so nice to see you two.” She smiled deeply at the both of them.

“So you haven’t forgotten about us eh? Good. Your old job at the café is still available if you ever want to come back.” Eric said in his deep voice and with a chuckle. “Do you have time? Walk with us, tell us what you’ve been up to.”

She nodded and accompanied them. “Well, I’ve been studying magic. I make my living as an adventurer using my skills, and study whenever and whatever I can. I’m not the best at it, but it’s fun. I like the freedom of my lifestyle.”

“You left our café with some lalafell woman, she was to be your teacher right? Is she treating you right? Anette asked about a subject N’yalla hoped they wouldn’t touch. N’yalla remained silent for a bit, before replying.

“My master isn’t around anymore. She uhm… You know.” N’yalla smiled awkwardly. It was hard to smile genuinely when speaking about a topic like this after all. Anete immediately has a face of regret. Before either of the Hyur can saying anything N’yalla continues. “She treated me really well though. She was strict once in a while, but only to push me to become better. She was kind, and we had a lot of amazing adventures. I’m who I am today thanks to her.”

Silence sets in as they walk through the stalls. Anette is at a complete loss for words, seemingly feeling guilty for bringing up such a touchy subject. But the one who ends up breaking the silence is her husband Eric.

“You know, a few years back our café was attacked by monsters. Nasty things, I have no idea where they came from but they surely weren’t of this world. As you know, our café is a little ways off from the city. I risked my life, I ran out of the house planning to get help. But when I went outside do you know what I saw? A lalafell and a miqo’te girl driving off the monsters. And it didn’t take them long either, until the monsters were nothing but ash before their magic. And just like that they were gone before we could thank them. Once the guard had arrived, I told them the story but they wouldn’t believe it.”

N’yalla smiled warmly. “Sounds like you were saved by some really impressive heroes.”

“The worst part is I never got their names. Their real names anyways.” Eric added. A thought occurred to N’yalla, she actually hadn’t told them her real name. She had introduced herself as Nya to them, at the time she was still scared of being found by her parents.

“Shafifi Ufifi.” N’yalla said with a smile. The memories of that day brought her a fuzzy feeling. A bit of sadness, but a whole lot of happiness. “She is the one who saved you, along with her student N’yalla Ufifi.”