On Scattered Winds

Though our endings will always be in despair, why not make the journey there at least one filled with memories.

To feel the wind, is to sense your surroundings.

To be the wind, is to move as one with it.

Those thoughts ran through her head as the girl danced. Round and around she went her feet treading lightly on the grassy forest clearing. A sight to behold for mortal eyes, she swept through, hands easily moving as one with the wind that came naturally to her.

All in all in graceful banter that one would mistake her for a forest sprite. Her easy platinum-blonde hair and silver eyes an otherworldly presence, yet an inescapable and eternal beauty that would lock the gaze of any passerby.

But in this world where the word "monster" is so clearly defined, what does treading the line between them make them: The saviors from the darkness to be revered or the emotionless Valkyries who were feared more than respected?

Unnecessary thoughts slowly crept in. Plaguing the young lady, corrupting her movements.

Her dance reaching a fever pitch, its movements faster and faster, only to be shut down in mid swing.

"Your accuracy has improved. I'm impressed Flora."

The lady in front of her said, unfazed by the newly materialized blade the girl was holding a hair's breadth from her sleek long hair. Appearance wise both were almost identical with silver eyes and light blond hair that one could call them sisters clad in silver while bodysuits and armored shoulder pads with only their preference in hair styles differing.

"Well I know how much you treasure your hair." Came the curt reply from the dancer named Flora. "So what bring you here Galatea? Or should I call you the Organization's God-Eye now, number three-sama?"

"Spare me the formalities Florencea, I need no coddling. You very well know I'm here incognito." Galatea easily brushed the large claymore aside and in the process took off her own and placed it on the soft ground to use as a back-rest.

"Cold as ever, Galatea. I see the years have not changed that. While it is not a lot may I interest you in some dried meat I procured while we chat? How long has it been since we last met?"

"Not since gradation."

While Galatea had no intention to stay long, she roughly took the offer of meat and plopped onto the ground with Flora following suit beside her. A moment of nostalgia washed over both these young ladies as both fought to keep it in check. After all, Galatea would never risk visiting an old friend just for a simple gossip session no matter how bad her reputation for discipline was.

"Have you received it?"

"Straight to the point I see… I was hoping to at least have a short chat before we delve into the main topic but very well. Yes I have. I would be setting off at daybreak. What of it?

"What did your agent say?"

"Proceed to Pieta for a large battle against a large number of Awakened Beings"

"Have you read it the report that was sent to them?"

"No."

"Here."

Galatea tossed a small stack of parchment towards her partner and took another bite of the meat chewing thoroughly.

The contents were of little matter to Flora. The curt exchange between them had already tipped her as to what was coming. After all, Galatea had always been haunty and rough but it was only in times where the lives of her close friends were in danger that she would be so distant.

"I'm amazed you managed to procure this information. So Maria is in charge huh? I see." Reaching for the claymore, she made mince of the thin fibers scattering them to the wind and as befitting of her title, there was almost no trace of her blade moving from its initial position.

"Anything else?"

"I understand what's going to happen. Thank you for your concern though. Have you spoken to Miria?"

"No. She's being watched at the moment."

"I see."

Another moment of silence broke between the two. Many years spent apart had created a wall between them but for Galatea to do such a thing as warn her friends… Flora smiled sadly as she unscrewed the hilt of her sword.

The black card. A signal that one's time was near and the final request for a swift death before the madness took over. This letter of death was stored within the hilt of all their claymores. But to Flora, it held an extra two pieces of white parchment. A last memento in the event that she would perish before her friends.

A sentimental thought, one would say and many more would laugh but that was just who she was. It was something that came from seeing the "weak" around her fall and knowing her time would come. At least she thought if I could be remembered more than just a number or a title, I would be content.

"Then I'd like you to have this. Just in case." Flora handed the small slip with a cursive 'G' over to her companion who sat there chewing her meat in an attempt to be nonchalant.

"Put that emotional baggage back where it came from. If you want to, give it to me do it after you return."

Galatea avoided Flora's attempt to place the letter in her hands all the while avoiding her gaze.

"Well I should be off I can't be missing for too long."

Galatea grabbed her claymore placing it behind her back before stretching.

"I pray for your safety Galatea."

"I need no such sentiment Flora. Just come back safely with Miria… Oh yeah." Galatea half-turned as if remembering something. "Watch out for number 47. She's got some killer moves."

"I see. I will take note of that. Thank you."

And as the first of the dawn light touched the forest did these two warriors leave the clearing like the passing of the wind, never to return.

A/N

Finally a story with Flora as a character and not just a plot device for Miria X Galatea (Joking XD)

Though I'm starting to realize that my stories always have Galatea in them…

Maybe I should start calling it In the God's-Eye rather than Windcutter.

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