Sorry for any OOCness, but let's be honest, it's completely unavoidable in my writing. Even Dragon ends up OOC, and she's mine to begin with -_-

ThereIsNotEnoughOCFemslashInTheWorld

Pairing: Fran/Dragon (OFC)

Universe: Final Fantasy XII, Also same universe as Chocolate, First Glance, In The Dungeons, A Favor and any others I may have forgotten to mention or have not yet written.

Warnings: Femslash. Meh.

No,Seriously,MorePeopleShouldWriteIt

At first, Fran refused to come with us into the village. When I asked why, she simply said "I am not welcome." and would say no more on the subject. Not even to me. I also offered to stay there with her, and I meant it when I offered, despite the burning curiosity, but she would have none of that either. So, the other seven of us, currently including Larsa, traveled through the village, purposely ignoring the unwelcoming and sometimes downright hostile stares of the Viera as we went, Vaan and Balthier taking the lead, Larsa and Basch on either side of Ashe, in the middle, and Penelo and I in the rear.

Of course, none of us noticed ourselves being surrounded by the Viera until it was too late. After an uncomfortable not-quite staring contest, Vaan was the one to break the silence.

"Hey, um, Mjrn lives here, doesn't she? We're here to see her." Somehow, I feel like they all already knew that. Just a feeling. None of the Viera answered, they just continued to stare at us, expressions all unreadable, and suddenly I realised why Fran was always so hard to read.

"You will leave now." A voice interupted, and all of our heads snapped in that direction, to see another Viera, clothed in black and pink, walking down the steps of some home or other such building. She gazed at each individual in the party, until her gaze abruptly locked on me and stayed there. "It is not allowed for Humes to walk on these grounds."

"We'll go, as soon as we see Mjrn." Vaan stubbornly insisted, not backing down despite her stony stare.

"If you can find her." The Viera challenged, still looking at me in such a way that I almost took a step back.

"We're not leaving until you let us see her." Vaan restated. When the Viera neither backed down nor even acknowledged that he had spoken, he turned around. "Fine, we'll look for her ourselves." Our group took that as a sign to turn around and walk away, finally allowing me to end the impromptu staring contest, just in time to see our Viera walking calmly, if a bit stiffly, through the others of her kind.

"I've heard the voice of the wood. She says Mjrn is not in the village." She told us, voice subdued ever so slightly. "Jote, where has she gone?" She asked the other Viera, Jote, barely acknowledging us as she walked past us as well.

"Why do you ask?" Jote shot back, walking to meet my Viera, "The wood tells us where she has gone. Or... Can you not hear her." I couldn't tell if her tone was mocking, curious or sympathetic." Fran didn't answer. "So you cannot. Your ears are dull from hearing their harsh speech, I think." She hissed, and it didn't take a genius to figure out who she was refering to.

"Viera who have abandoned the Wood are Viera no longer. Mjrn too has left her embrace." She glanced at me, and I felt accusation in that look, though I couldn't figure out why it was directed at me.

"And you forsake them in turn?" Balthier muttered.

"It is the will of the village." She replied. "Viera must live always with the Wood. So is the Green Word, and so is our law." She switched her gaze from me to Fran as she finished. Fran remained silent, but even from several feet away I could see how tense she was and I wished that there was something I could do. Luckily, Vaan interupted.

"We'll let you worry about your laws. Just do us a favor and stay out of our way. We'll find her ourselves." Instead of immediately replying the Viera cocked her head to the side, as if listening for something. After a moment, she spoke.

"Our sister has left the Wood and gone west. She wanders among men who hide themselves in clothes of cold iron. Thus to me has the wood spoken." She relayed, then immediately turned to leave.

"The Viera may begin as part of the Wood, but the Wood is not the only end we may choose." Fran said softly. Jote froze for a moment, before turning back to us.

"And I assume this end includes the mate the Wood graciously gifted you within the world of the Humes?" She outright glared straight at me, and I actually took a step back at the direct display of hostility. This seemed to satisfy her, for she abruptly turned and strode away from us.

"The mate that I never would have met had I not left?" Fran challenged before, just as abruptly, she turned around also and walked back the way that we had come. She didn't look at any of us as she walked past, but when she reached me, she turned me and grabbed my wrist and pulled me along, not violently, but forcefully enough, and kept walking. Whether the others were following or not, I had no clue. Of course, they might just be standing there in shock, after all, it was rather obvious who the "mate" that the two spoke of was, and since none of them, save Balthier, knew anything about me being her mate... I suppose they had to find out eventually, right?

ThereShouldBeACommunityOrSomething...OrIsThereAlreadyOne?

Like with Queen-Consort, there will actually be a second part to this. Also like Queen-Consort, I will probably write it before I post the first part, so you most likely won't have to wait.