Emerald Storms.

Silverium

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Rinoa sat at the edge of a cliff. Her legs dangled off the grassy side of the ledge and she let the wind play with her raven hair. It was a gorgeous day with the sun up high and then sky spotted with puffy white clouds.

"Elephant," Irvine announced lazily.

Rinoa looked back and blinked in confusion. Irvine, Selphie and Zell were all on their backs staring up into the sky with wide eyes. Irvine was pointing up at the clouds and tracing the elephant he saw there while the other two were silent and nodding slowly.

"Nope," Selphie finally said at last, "It's totally an armadillo."

"When will Squall get here?" Rinoa asked, a frown on her face,

"Only you could ruin a day by bringing up the Ice King's name," Zell groaned,

"He is not an ice king!" Rinoa pouted.

They all fell silent for a moment before Selphie finally replied, "Not all the time. I guess."

Rinoa nodded sharply and looked back out over the ocean. No one understood Squall but her…

"You don't understand," Squall replied flatly.

"But Squall!" Rinoa pleaded, her brows drawn together and another pout working on her lips.

"Just go, I need to be alone," Squall sighed, running his hand through his unkempt hair.

"Squall—"

"Go!" Squall snapped.

Rinoa scurried out of his office and promptly burst into tears. Side-stepping someone in the hallway she ran to the elevator, ignoring the unknown person's query as to why she was upset.

Selphie stood, puzzled, in the hallway clutching a massive stack of papers. They felt like lead in her arms and so she didn't waste time trying to find Rinoa and calm her down, she simply marched into Squall's office. Inside Squall was behind the large desk with his forehead resting on his clasped hands. He wasn't looking at her. He didn't even seem to know she was there. Selphie shrugged as much as she could and slid up to the desk.

"Squally! I had so, so, SO much work to do but I finally finished! Here are all 300 copies of the mission orders for the juniors. Watch out, I ran out of staples, so they're loose-leaf and if they get out of order…well, they're not even numbered," Selphie bounced up to his desk,

"Give them to me some other time," Squall said, his voice quiet,

"What? But you asked for them today. I gave up three rep meetings to get these done!" Selphie looked shocked, her green eyes widening,

"Selphie I'm too tired to deal with this," Squall muttered, his tone growing angry,

"Well can I at least keep them here? This pile is HUGE and if—"

"Selphie! Just take them somewhere! There's no room on my desk!" Squall's face snapped up and his stormy eyes glared at her.

Selphie's breath caught in her throat. Her hard work, rejected to her face, now quivered in her arms as she trembled. Squall's tone was deadly when mad. She turned around and began walking stiffly out of the room.

When she got to her dorm she enlisted the help of a random passer-by to open her door for her. Teetering in with the stack of papers that reached over her chin she kicked the contents of her bedside table on to the floor and then dropped the stack there. Sighing in disappoint she replayed 34 messages on her answering machine that contained the details of the meetings she had missed.

Squall could be so inconsiderate. Selphie bit her lip against her frustration but let her anger seep away, since she couldn't do anything about it. Quistis would expect her in class soon and Selphie knew that since the ex-instructor was feeling blue it was up to the brunette to plaster all the cheer she could on to her face.

"But sometimes, I just really don't feel like being cheerful," Selphie sighed softly, looking at her hard work neglected on her desk.

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