"Celes.. What's love?"
I was both shocked and alarmed by this question. I had already done so much to flush such feelings out; they weren't worth any good. Still, the green- haired teenager continued to plea with me, sounding like a scared child.
"I just want to know.."
Maybe it was my past and maybe it was just an attempt to stay hidden in my emotional shell. Whatever the cause, I snapped back at her with an acidic tone, "Why do you want to know, anyway?"
As my words registered in my mind I slowly turned to gaze at her sleeping bag, feeling slightly woeful for choosing such wording. She was curled up into a ball and a faint gasping could be heard every so often. I knew what was next..
"I just.. I.." Her words were muffled by her sobs but she managed to make her sentence out, "I want to know what it feels like to be loved. I've never known it."
I usually attempted to be icy; it matched my magic after all. But seeing her there was too much to bear. I climbed out of my sleeping bag and over to her, trying to reassure her with a pat on the back, "I'm sure you'll meet someone someday."
"You know how it feels.. To have a family. Don't you?" She asked me between her gasps. She was calming down somewhat thankfully.
"I suppose I had Cid. And Kefka.. if you count him." I chuckled but she didn't seem to be in any sort of mood for jokes.
We sat there for I don't know how long as I patted her back, serenaded by frog croaks and the snoring radiating from the men's tent. I turned my gaze towards her face to find a pleasant surprise: her tears had stopped and her face was mostly dry from what I could tell in the moonlight.
Before I knew it she had her arms wrapped around my waist and her head placed softly on my shoulder, "Thank you. I've.. Never had a friend before."
"Well, you do now." Where were these words coming from? I placed my arms around her form as I rubbed up and down her spine, suddenly having a spark of playfulness, "But what about Edgar?"
"He doesn't count, Celes!" She giggled before sighing contentedly.
I gave off a small laugh with her as I gently placed her back into her sleeping bag, "I'll trust you on that."
Before I knew it I heard a small snore from her bag and smiled to my self, as I got into my own with a feeling of warmth I hadn't felt in ages. Here I was, probably only a month or two older then her, and I felt as though I was her mother. I suppose she was only a mere child mentally, what with Kefka's experimentations. These thoughts drifted through my mind as I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep; my last vision being the first smile I had ever seen on Terra's young face.
I was both shocked and alarmed by this question. I had already done so much to flush such feelings out; they weren't worth any good. Still, the green- haired teenager continued to plea with me, sounding like a scared child.
"I just want to know.."
Maybe it was my past and maybe it was just an attempt to stay hidden in my emotional shell. Whatever the cause, I snapped back at her with an acidic tone, "Why do you want to know, anyway?"
As my words registered in my mind I slowly turned to gaze at her sleeping bag, feeling slightly woeful for choosing such wording. She was curled up into a ball and a faint gasping could be heard every so often. I knew what was next..
"I just.. I.." Her words were muffled by her sobs but she managed to make her sentence out, "I want to know what it feels like to be loved. I've never known it."
I usually attempted to be icy; it matched my magic after all. But seeing her there was too much to bear. I climbed out of my sleeping bag and over to her, trying to reassure her with a pat on the back, "I'm sure you'll meet someone someday."
"You know how it feels.. To have a family. Don't you?" She asked me between her gasps. She was calming down somewhat thankfully.
"I suppose I had Cid. And Kefka.. if you count him." I chuckled but she didn't seem to be in any sort of mood for jokes.
We sat there for I don't know how long as I patted her back, serenaded by frog croaks and the snoring radiating from the men's tent. I turned my gaze towards her face to find a pleasant surprise: her tears had stopped and her face was mostly dry from what I could tell in the moonlight.
Before I knew it she had her arms wrapped around my waist and her head placed softly on my shoulder, "Thank you. I've.. Never had a friend before."
"Well, you do now." Where were these words coming from? I placed my arms around her form as I rubbed up and down her spine, suddenly having a spark of playfulness, "But what about Edgar?"
"He doesn't count, Celes!" She giggled before sighing contentedly.
I gave off a small laugh with her as I gently placed her back into her sleeping bag, "I'll trust you on that."
Before I knew it I heard a small snore from her bag and smiled to my self, as I got into my own with a feeling of warmth I hadn't felt in ages. Here I was, probably only a month or two older then her, and I felt as though I was her mother. I suppose she was only a mere child mentally, what with Kefka's experimentations. These thoughts drifted through my mind as I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep; my last vision being the first smile I had ever seen on Terra's young face.