Palom's so silly. He contributed quite a lot of awesome to the game.

FFIV belongs to Squeenix and not to me.

As light dimmed off the hundred mirrors making up the chamber they stared in awe at the newly anointed paladin before them. Though simply dressed in plain traveling clothes Porom could feel an almost tangible aura of goodness radiating from the man. Had they not already come to trust him during their arduous trek up the mountain they would have instantly taken to him then, just for this. Staring at his flowing white hair, determined face, and bright green eyes, Porom realized she had never properly seen his features before, unshaded by dark helmet and guilt. She wondered, briefly, how he had managed it, vaguely aware of the greater symbolic nature of it all.

"What's it like?" Porom asked, compelled to ask despite the immediate embarrassment from voicing such an apparently childish question. She was part of a legend, she knew, and would likely never have the opportunity again.

"I…I'm not sure I can describe it." Cecil stumbled over the words, seemingly still a little dazed by his own transformation. He raised the sword he'd been granted, eyes moving up its gleaming length. "I guess I mostly feel…lighter. Like a great weight has been lifted from me."

The reason for this was obvious enough to Palom. "Well duh. All that armor must have weighed a ton."

And despite the gravity of standing at the turning of an age, Porom couldn't help but giggle.

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