RingaTiz - When We Meet

Author's Note: sorry if my grammar isn't that great, and my English, but hopefully you can understand it well enough

A city coated in beautiful flowers, with each passing "flower" getting more beautiful than the next. Neon lights blinding out the stars above with different hues of; white, pink, yellow, and other pastel colors (if you have time to look up), reflecting on the polished ground. The sounds of a steady flow of crystal clear water under the ground is the city's song. It's a stunning array no matter where you look. At least, that's what here lies in this miracle journal with a large silver "D" taking over the front of it. The pages are seemingly endless. Its pages contain no more of my adventures with any woman in this blossoming field. A shame, really.

We've only been here a few nights and I'm entirely captured by the lights shining in our temporary stay. If I had a choice in the matter, then I would stay here forever. Although, my fellow, Tiz, hasn't agreed so well with the opposite lighting than that of Norende. Poor fellow has bags so dark, they look like bruises. Looking at Tiz makes me tired and I'm the driving force of this group. Our stay is in a closed flower sort of structure with the scents of the cities flowers luring you in before you even step in through the door. Plenty of curtains and other detailed works of furniture coated the reception room, with no doubt our rooms were the same, royal colors of different shades seemed to cover everything. Our room was detailed with small lights to make you feel beyond relaxed during our stay. Perfect. However, the scent of flowers take over the room as well which the country-bumpkin, again, disagreed with. He claims it is too strong for his nose and makes sleep even more difficult. Tiz apologizes for it even though it can't be helped. He definitely sticks out from this city, even to his clothes, loose and lazy. Florem does not seem to be the city for him.

The girls are out getting more fitting attire for Agnés' special day. Although, I already know Agnés' answer to Edea's "fashionahbluuuuuuuh" taste. That leaves just the two of us lying on pillows for beds in complete silence. We never seem to be alone, just the two of us men. It's always the four of us and when we do separate in pairs Tiz always seems to go to Agnés. I know about Tiz but I never seem to know him as well as I know Edea. Talking to Tiz is easier said than done. What I should say is, continuing a conversation with Tiz is easier said than done. You can get him to say a few sentences at the most but he will usually go back to being quiet. You always have to be the one to talk to him first. It is always this way with him. He's too shy to break the ice.

"Still tired?" I nonchalantly ask.

"Yeah."

This again.

"Agnés and Edea will be gone awhile again. Edea really likes shopping and dragging her around."

Tiz layed on his side and flopped on his stomach to see me, his mouth half covered in the bedding,"Agnés looks fine without all that flashy stuff."

"Let some girls have a little girl time, Tiz."

His big brown eyes look up at me in wonder as if he was curious about something that was stuck on my face. "Why do you always dress so nice all the time? Your hair is always styled and you always dress so nice even though we don't go anywhere."

Tiz is always having an innocent charm to him, having eyes full of curiously and wonder. His ashy brown hair is in messy layers and spiking in every direction. His hair looks like a mop of straight hair and but it suits him. He strangely seems cute. No wonder Agnés is drawn to Tiz. "To impress someone."

"Who?" He asked in an instant. Tiz's curiosity isn't even surprising, but still alarming.

I chuckled at him and rolled over closer from my over-sized pillow bed (careful of not messing up my hair of course). My hands met my cheek and waist as I don't give an answer. Makes me mysterious, no? He gave an awkward expression and rolled over to try and get some sleep before the girls returned from their trek.

"H-E-L-L-O!" A blonde girl yelled. Tiz's efforts were in vain. He has a long night ahead of him.

My eyes strained while being closed as I awake from a deep sleep to some low, painful murmuring coming from beside me. I looked around the dark room to see if it was Edea snoring the night away again, but no. Agnés is still as quiet in her sleep as ever. I could have missed her in this room if Airy wasn't glowing beside her, quietly of course. I look to the right of me in my silent stir to see that it is the man partially sharing my floor-bed having a nightmare. Cold sweat is dripping from his face as he looks like he can't handle whatever he is dreaming about. I comb my fingers through his soaked hair that is already a terrible bed head. He must've been stirring about quite a bit already. I start scratching his scalp to see of that relieves his sleeping troubles, which to my relief if does.

Giving Tiz relief to his pain gives me a strong sense of peace of mind. I might not know Tiz as well as Edea, but I do care about him. He has a pure heart and has been nothing but good to all of us. Quite frankly, he's given this group a lot of support in keeping us calm, finding our emotional grounds. It's only the right thing for me to return the favor.

I sit up and lean my back on the wall, careful not to leave my hand from Tiz's head, and continued to twirl, comb, and play with the layered mess. Even though unconscious, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy it by his large grin and the smallest of dimples forming, showing by some lights creeping in from the cracked window. I looked around the room a second time to see if everyone is asleep, making sure it is only me that was awake. I shake my head violently. Why am I so concerned about someone seeing? I withdraw my hand carefully to not wake him up and so I can go back to sleep as I seem to be thinking unclearly. That is, if I can go back to sleep. Edea's snores rival that of a bear.

Sunlight breaks my sleep. Again I look around the room and everyone is still asleep by steady breathing (not even snoring), but I know they'll awake soon. The sunlight is already incredibly bright. I feel bags under my eyes starting to form from interrupted sleep, but they'll never be as dark as Ti- He's still asleep. Good. He isn't smiling like he was last night. It's too bad really, he has a wonderful smile that he never shows when he's awake. My hand meets his head once again to my own delight to see small dimples start to form, even better looking in the light of day. His body begins to stir and I can see his eyes start tensing as if they are about to open. I rush myself to the washroom to pretend I've been there the whole time, fixing my hair or another.

It's been a few days since we've been staying in the ever so beautiful city of Florem. We have not had such luck with the visual department for Agnés for the festival, but we still have about a week away. It's either too bold in color or too revealing for our conservative vestal. As each passing day comes and goes there is more vigor in Edea to prove Agnés is the best girl that ever stepped in these city walls. So, again, the men are left behind for feminine pursuits. As the girls are finding clothes again, I make myself useful with Tiz to eye the fashion trends and the attitudes of Florem. It is one thing to appeal to Florem through looks but another to appeal to Florem through actions. We already know the bright hues of turquoise hair dye and the overpriced hair pin (which through our funds we shall never afford), but we have to study thoroughly. Necklaces? A walk? A type of speech? Anything to win to seek out Olivia. Although, the studying is all on me as I'm the only one that really pays any attention to these insignificant, tiny, easy-to-miss details. The more we people watch the duller this vivid city becomes. Looking at women has lost some of its luster. Somehow they aren't getting myself so eager. Maybe the journal has once again proven itself to be true, even with being surrounded by the opposite sex, nothing satisfies until I've found the one woman in the world I'm looking for. Although, what's my gut is really telling me is that the women here are all starting to look the same, one after the other. Agnés already stands out in a bland way but I hope Edea can make her flashy but not repetitive. Even I am getting tired of seeing the same girl bickering over the same thing. You can only take so much turquoise hair and overpriced hairpins before you lose interest. Even so, the thought of me getting tired of the beautiful flowers known as women makes me ill. Not to mention the bright amount of sunlight is straining my beautiful fair eyes.

"Tiz. I'm going back. I don't think I'm feeling so good..." My fingers pinch the bridge of my nose to my upcoming headache.

He immediately gave a reaction of heavy concern to my sudden illness,"Are you okay? Want me to come with you?"

Brown leather gloves touch my shoulder with the most gentle touch.

"If you want to. I know trend hunting is not your thing." Honestly, I wouldn't mind the company.

Tiz flashed a strong grin,"Alright, go ahead and go back. I'll see you soon!"

He started bolting towards the town square and around the circle garden at the entrance of the city. His form of earth tones soon got lost in the sea of vibrant colors for me to stand alone in blue. It's time for myself to follow his lead, but unlike him, I'll just walk back to our room.