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year 5, quarter 3
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Talking to the trees of the [break] Cobweb strange
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Here's a starter. She's passive as ever. @fran
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The Wanderwood seemed even more vibrant in color at night, than it did during the day. It’s verdant leaves glimmered even in the moonlight. It was just the other day she met the boy, Gau. He was the color of the forest with his pale green and beige tones. And he was well-equipped in the ways of the forest from his nose to the claws on his toes. But more importantly, he had not looked at her like she was some bizarre creature like the Gaians or with hostility like some of the humans when she first came here. It made Mikoto’s chest feel lighter.
[break][break] Her eyes studied the flora as she padded through the grass between the thick trees. Gau had her seeing flowers in a new perspective. They were no longer just pretty flora, but potential remedies or solutions in alchemy, as well as an appealing way keep her hands busy and productive if need be. If she had a way to collect them, perhaps she would have. But alas, she had no bag. Only the soft flower wreath atop of her head that was made with the boy.
[break][break] For now she contented herself in looking at the nightblossoms. They seemed to have a pale glow to them and a soft mist of pollen puffed ethereally about. She followed their gentle trail, disturbing the sleeping fairies who huffed at her disturbing footfalls. But it was well worth upsetting them to see the stunning sight. She was sure this was the tallest tree she’d seen, except for maybe the Iifa tree...No perhaps taller than the Iifa tree. This monolith seemed to touch the heavens itself, and its branches were covered in beautiful orbs of lights. It was as if the tree itself touched the night sky and siphoned its beauty into itself. Mikoto found a spot at its trunk to sit and stare up at it. Were those wisps of light moving between the leaves?
What was a "Master of Weapons" supposed to do without her weapons?
Fran had made it a priority to find Balthier first and foremost when she realized the situation she was in. Now that she had located him and had some semblance of normalcy in her life, she decided to take the journey back to where her venture started. The annoyingly playful moogles of the Wanderwood had helped her when she was injured, yet they held her weapon from her. Her bow had been left behind, and she aimed to get it now that she was strong enough. She wouldn't hesitate punting one in the face of it tried any tricks.
Yet Fran did not remember the way. Her mind had been fuzzy and her body bruised as she wandered through the wood, and even after that beast tamer Caius had helped her out, she... Could not recall the path back to the moogles.
Night began to veil over the sky, yet through the thick canopy of the treetops, it was difficult to tell. Fran found herself in similar awe as Mikoto, following the glowing blooms and plants. In time, she hoped to find a suitable place to rest.
That was when she also happened upon the great tree. And the young girl at it's base. Fran stepped cautiously, lightly, and observed the young one. She felt no sense of danger about this young one, which made her take another step forward and break the silence.
"Are you lost? Fran asked, taking yet another step. She did not want to scare the girl. Most were intimidated by her height, and even more so of her emotionless face. Yet Mikoto would not be faced with such. A rare softness melted away the steel. Children were among the more tolerable of beings, and she held quite a soft spot for them.
[attr=class,upperlyric] Monkey Tales and Rabbit Hearts
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Fran's hair is so pretty <3 @fran
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[attr=class,bulk] Mikoto had been so enthralled by the lights, that at first the genome did not know another had entered her space. Or perhaps, it was because Fran’s steps were so experienced and light the genome did not notice them. Either way, her bright eyes only looked to Fran when she spoke, her face held a similar emotionless expression to Fran’s. The words were soft and gentle, and Mikoto sensed no hostility and in the slow approach. [break][break] The woman had ears as long as Mikoto’s tail, or so she felt. And she seemed more mature than Gau, though she too seemed well equipped for the woods. The tall woman appeared strong and capable of sensing danger at a moments notice. [break][break] But it was neither Fran’s long ears or height that caught her attention. No. Mikoto softened just a little at the sight of Fran’s hair. It was so long and soft looking. She realized she was staring and had not answered the question yet. Lost? She sat quietly, and looked down at one of the glowing blooms next to her. “No. I belong nowhere, so I cannot be lost.” She said gently. She was estranged from her genomes and black mages. Terra was gone. Where was she going? If she had no direction, she could not be lost. [break][break] Looking up to peek at Fran’s hair. “And you? Is this your home?” She asked emotionlessly, but curiously. It felt like she was intruding on Gau’s territory, though he was more than happy to share it with her. “Are you Gau’s peer?”
For being such a young child, she had such sad words. They were a truth in which Fran could understand, yet she had already lived much of her life with a purpose and a place to go. She had made peace with the fact her home was no longer, but this young one was... much too young to have nowhere to call home. Fran stepped forward again, and almost reached out to place a gentle hand atop the girl's head.
No matter how much she was reminded of the young ones of her village, Fran managed to keep herself stoic. A shake of her head was the answer to the genome's question. "This is not my home." Fran looked up to the large, glowing tree. Even though it feels like it. But I cannot hear these woods...
The Viera woman tilted her head, as if in thought. Gau was not a name she had heard of before. Fran shook her head, denying the girl's question. "Gau is not a peer of mine."
Fran took a step foward, and yet another step, passing next to the girl. She placed a hand upon the bark of the tree and looked up at all of the glowing pieces. It was a sight to behold, better a sight at night than in the day.
[attr=class,upperlyric] Monkey Tales and Rabbit Hearts
[attr=class,bottomlyric] TALKING TO THE TREES OF THE[break] COBWEB STRANGE
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@fran When two introverts meet...
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[attr=class,bulk] Mikoto watched the other woman, taking in the details that she could. She was tall. Taller than even Garland himself. Then, there was something in Fran’s eyes that seemed distant and discontent. As she drew closer, she had a faint scent of the wood about her. And Fran was much like Mikoto with her expressions of neutrality. It seemed Fran, much like Gau, did not look upon her with oddity. Mikoto sensed a lightness in her chest at that. Perhaps those associated with woodland traits were used to the way Mikoto behaved. [break][break] For a time, there was silence between them as they simply settled into the scenery. The gentle breeze blew more of those ethereal orbs in. Mikoto’s gaze followed Fran’s upward to view them. The lights here were beautiful and their soft glow reminded her of souls - full of life and bright potential. [break][break] Then, she got to wondering. The female looked a little distant about her response about home, didn’t she? Mikoto certainly felt a part of her was missing now that Terra was no more. Did this other woman feel something missing in her too? But, something inside her echoed from some distant place in her heart. Home. If she had a choice, would she want to return? Her predecessors rejected and turned against it. Should she want to? [break][break] “Do you want to return home?” It was easier to hear someone else explain to her the things she could not yet understand herself. She stirred slightly, as if she could not keep that question in. “Why leave?” Her eyes turned up to Fran to study her reactions, not understanding how insensitive she was being. She was full of questions. And not all of them seem to escape her. Even talking was relatively new to her.
