Fire in your hands:

Summary: Piers holds a conversation with Felix about the futility of trying to keep what can't be caught.

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"Aren't you giving up a bit too quickly?" Felix asked.

"I wouldn't have to give up if I'd been wise enough not to try in the first place." Said Piers, staring into the dancing flames of the campfire.

They wouldn't come to another town for a while yet, and had decided to stop in an area well away from monster inhabitation. A grassy plain with a fair view of the mountains. The skies were clear, stars danced and the glow of the moon made the light of the fire almost unneccesary. The girls were already asleep, dreaming peacefully of who-knows-what.

"I don't see why you think it's so impossible."

Piers gave a mirth-less laugh. "You know that I wish to return to Lemuria after this is all over. I want to settle down there. I do enjoy our adventures, but I'd like to lead a quiet life. It seems we're always on the brink of death. Always being led on another chase." He sighed and shook his head. He gestured to the flame before them. "See this? I cannot hold fire in my hand."

Felix raised an eyebrow, not quite seeing the correlation.

"Jenna is like this fire." Piers clarified. "And not simply in her powers. She is wild, untamable. She cannot be caught. She is on this quest out of necessity, but she revels in our adventures, our brushes with death. Even after this is all over, she will continue to press forward. She will not be kept still."

He smiled, the fire reflected in his sad eyes. "That is what I love about her, and that is exactly what keeps me from pursuing her."

Felix gave his friends shoulder a pat, before rising to his feet. "You know Piers, Jenna does a pretty good job of holding fire in her hand. Maybe you should ask her for pointers."

Piers spared Felix a glance as his friend walked off, but his gaze soon returned to the flame.

"Maybe..." He whispered.

Hope springs eternal.

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Author's note / Disclaimer: If I owned GS there wouldn't be quite so much of a valeshipping bias.

Well, this is my first attempt at a GS fic. I'm thinking of writing a companion fic called "Wind in a bottle," but I'm not entirely too sure about it.

Constructive criticism is greatly welcomed.

Edit: Whoops. Its Piers, not Pierre. My apologies.