Featherjewel
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A romantic semi-comedy... thingy as experienced by Hilda and Kuja (FFIX)
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Entry #1 - The Hildagarde keys in my pocket
"Dearest journal, on this fine day of June 5th, 903:
I would have never thought I would ever again feel the cool, fast winds of Gaia from an airship. Ever since I had firmly planted my bottom in the throne room of Lindblum, it was a plain truth to me that Cid would never agree with me piloting his most-prized airship, doing Fenrir knows what that would require a ship in the first place.
Of course, -he- was allowed to use the airship to go to certain places that I *do* know about. Such as that tavern downtown in Alexandria, with that Rooty or whatever her name was. Or Odin forbid, "The Rusty Bucket" which I discovered under rather odd circumstances (but, ah me, that is a tale for a different time) in the cellars of Dali. I never doubted his infidelity. However, the revenues made simply by being royalty were much better than those earned by selling gysahl pickles, and I had no intentions of sacrificing that well-saved up money of mine for a faithful husband.
Money. I guess money is my power at this point. Once I've reached Dagguereo, I am going to splurge a bit and perhaps... buy the whole library. And then, being away from the horrible castle and thus, having more time to simply ponder and study, discover what I am looking for. Ultima, your grasp shall elude me no longer.
So here I am, with the largest bag of gil I have ever beheld with my eyes. And in my room? The steering wheel to the grandest airship in the world. And of course, in the throne room of Lindblum, a good-sized oglop who you lovingly know as the regent. I still snicker and pride myself in learning that spell rather quickly, given the circumstances.
I am sorry Cid, but in my heart, I believe you will be more happy with your harem of bar women than with an intellectual like me. I certainly will be.
Time to check the oil...
Hilda"
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A romantic semi-comedy... thingy as experienced by Hilda and Kuja (FFIX)
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Entry #1 - The Hildagarde keys in my pocket
"Dearest journal, on this fine day of June 5th, 903:
I would have never thought I would ever again feel the cool, fast winds of Gaia from an airship. Ever since I had firmly planted my bottom in the throne room of Lindblum, it was a plain truth to me that Cid would never agree with me piloting his most-prized airship, doing Fenrir knows what that would require a ship in the first place.
Of course, -he- was allowed to use the airship to go to certain places that I *do* know about. Such as that tavern downtown in Alexandria, with that Rooty or whatever her name was. Or Odin forbid, "The Rusty Bucket" which I discovered under rather odd circumstances (but, ah me, that is a tale for a different time) in the cellars of Dali. I never doubted his infidelity. However, the revenues made simply by being royalty were much better than those earned by selling gysahl pickles, and I had no intentions of sacrificing that well-saved up money of mine for a faithful husband.
Money. I guess money is my power at this point. Once I've reached Dagguereo, I am going to splurge a bit and perhaps... buy the whole library. And then, being away from the horrible castle and thus, having more time to simply ponder and study, discover what I am looking for. Ultima, your grasp shall elude me no longer.
So here I am, with the largest bag of gil I have ever beheld with my eyes. And in my room? The steering wheel to the grandest airship in the world. And of course, in the throne room of Lindblum, a good-sized oglop who you lovingly know as the regent. I still snicker and pride myself in learning that spell rather quickly, given the circumstances.
I am sorry Cid, but in my heart, I believe you will be more happy with your harem of bar women than with an intellectual like me. I certainly will be.
Time to check the oil...
Hilda"