Post by Eiko Carol Fabool on Jan 28, 2011 20:40:44 GMT
Fenrir had never left her side. Phoenix had blessed her heart again. Carbuncle's gems were embedded deep in the shallows of her soul. Now there was only Mog left to find again.
Her little legs had grown thin and spindly, awkwardly carrying her in a skip so disgraceful that her mother would have rapped her hands. Her purple hair danced rhythmically in the feeling of her own exaltation and freedom. Her face seemed bright as the sun the pale blue skies.
Anticipation made her fingers quiver but there was no trepidation to mar her confidence. An old friend would be returning to her, like a gasp from the deepest gashes of her mind. Guilt would finally be severed in a feeling of absolute forgiveness and remembrance.
She would go down by the shore - find pebbles she knew Mog would like and wash them clean in the ocean. As a child she had always found happiness by the sea, laughing and wondering what adventures might lay beyond the endless blue. As she had grown a little older and watched other children play in little saline pools, she had come realize that the sea was laughing with them. This ocean, which could swallow up cities and guzzle whole the entire world, chose instead to laugh with children or for her, create little grey pebbles and swirls in the sand.
She knelt, gathering little rounded ones in her wooden bucket. She loved the sound as they rapped against the bottom. Sighing, she brushed a sliver of purple out from her face. Perhaps she should have went to Maiden Sari. Memories flashed before her green eyes, years stretched out on a plane of dust. No. No, Mog would like it here by the cool green bay where chocobos could be heard in the distance crying from Chocobo Forest.
Walking down by the waters edge, she poured her bucket of pebbles into the sea, freeing them of grimy algae.
Her little legs had grown thin and spindly, awkwardly carrying her in a skip so disgraceful that her mother would have rapped her hands. Her purple hair danced rhythmically in the feeling of her own exaltation and freedom. Her face seemed bright as the sun the pale blue skies.
Anticipation made her fingers quiver but there was no trepidation to mar her confidence. An old friend would be returning to her, like a gasp from the deepest gashes of her mind. Guilt would finally be severed in a feeling of absolute forgiveness and remembrance.
She would go down by the shore - find pebbles she knew Mog would like and wash them clean in the ocean. As a child she had always found happiness by the sea, laughing and wondering what adventures might lay beyond the endless blue. As she had grown a little older and watched other children play in little saline pools, she had come realize that the sea was laughing with them. This ocean, which could swallow up cities and guzzle whole the entire world, chose instead to laugh with children or for her, create little grey pebbles and swirls in the sand.
She knelt, gathering little rounded ones in her wooden bucket. She loved the sound as they rapped against the bottom. Sighing, she brushed a sliver of purple out from her face. Perhaps she should have went to Maiden Sari. Memories flashed before her green eyes, years stretched out on a plane of dust. No. No, Mog would like it here by the cool green bay where chocobos could be heard in the distance crying from Chocobo Forest.
Walking down by the waters edge, she poured her bucket of pebbles into the sea, freeing them of grimy algae.
