A/N: Disclaimer. I don't own FFXIII or anything within, blah blah blah. For not liking the game as much as I'd expected to, it was still pretty decent, I guess - a good waste of 60 hours, anyway. :D Aaaaaanyway have a short drabbly-type fic, because I freaking loved running around Oerba, and the music played in it was one of the best parts of the entire game. Enjoy, reviews, criticisms and concrit all appreciated.
I knew Vanille from a very young age. Her mother was in the hospice to give my mum support while she gave birth to me - we grew up being close. Even if we hadn't already known each other, I think we would have ended up being friends anyway. I was one of two? three? from our clan that had dark hair and dark eyes, although I had Dia's naturally pale skin; growing up I was teased a lot. Vanille stood up for me.
We watched each other grow up: played together, lived together, fought together. The women of Oerba's different clans did different things depending on tradition and leadership, and we hadn't changed for almost the entire recorded existence of our own - the girls gathered vegetables, and cooked, and washed, and in our spare time, hunted whatever we were physically able.
Back when bears still roamed the area, we stalked and took a particularly large one down; myself, Vanille and a few others. We all took a square of pelt to commemorate our first big kill, and boasted for weeks - I slept with mine, finding it warm and comfortable. Vanille wore hers, not particularly caring when it became stained and worn in areas.
Life was tough, but bearable, because we had each other. And besides, it had been like this for hundreds of years.
