The Call of Dawn
A Fanfiction by Azert
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 12, square enix does. It's not like they'll just hand it over to me, anyway...
Pairing: Balthier and Ashe
Rating: T for language
Summary: Getting sick is no fun, but getting airsick is worse.
It was a nice airship, I suppose. But it being an airship, and me being me, I could not judge it. I hated flying with a passion, a fear not even Rasler or Basch could quite understand. I sat heavily on the seat farthest from the window and closed my eyes. With luck, I would fall asleep until we reached Nalbina. But luck has a twisted sense of humor, for I stayed awake. Fran powered up the Strahl while Balthier shoved a chattering Vaan into a seat.
"Shut up and strap yourself in. I would hate for you to go flying out of your seat and get quashed when we take off." Balthier told the boy, who glared at the pirate. I strapped myself in with trembling hands and hid my face in my hands. I could feel Basch's concered gaze as the ship lifted gently off the ground. Sweat trickled down my neck as the ship veered upward, and my stomach lurched. "Ooh." I gasped when the ship rocked in a gust of wind.
I unstrapped myself and stumbled to the bathroom. The white toilet bowl seemed to smirk up at me as I lost my lunch and breakfast in a single heave. I vomited until there was nothing left for me to lose, and then stood up. With shaking fingers, I wiped off my mouth and washed it out with water from the sink.
"Ashe!" Rasler gasped as I puked up my previous meal. A warm hand rubbed soothing circles on my back as I gagged over the egde of the ship's balcony. It was my first time flying, and Rasler just had to be there to witness my shame. We were traveling back to Nabradia to visit Rasler's family for the first time in four years. Ships were by far the fastest was to travel over the deserts of Dalmasca, and I had found the slightest motion of the ship made my stomach lurch. I was only thirteen, but I was raised to act beyond my years to help me protect myself against Archadians. Since the death of my mother, I had not cried once. Yet now I found myself weeping in fear as the ship tossed in the turbulence. Rasler kept a gentle hold on my arm as I bent over that railing. "It's all right, Ashe. I won't let you fall." He told me.
I stumbled out of the bathroom, and fell against the wall of the hallway. "Are you all right, princess?" a very familiar, and equally unwanted, voice asked. "I'm fine." I managed to croak. Balthier frowned as I lurched back toward the cabin. "Being airsick isn't something to be ashamed of." He informed me, and I blushed scarlet. "I was not airsick. Lunch didn't agree with me." I told him, and stalked away. I heard his chuckle as I sat down, and it made me scowl.
sorry, but that's all I have for now. I'll be updating every other day, so yay for me.
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