distance
#39
Flym hated the fact that she cared.
Hyne had given her from the High Court to the confused Little Not-Boy in her palace, her smile and whispered words in her ear the only warning she had before The Palace was gone and the familiar pressure of Gaia's atmosphere set it. The Not-Boy stared at her long and hard – "Eriol." Flym. – before sighing and placing his forehead on hers, his startling touch swamping her in the rush of his hurled memories.
She learned more than she ever wanted that day.
I'm Flym.
"Eriol?"
"She's Flym."
"I'm…Kira?"
A feral grin.
We're going to have a lot of fun, Kira.
Flym was not a mothering figure, so she didn't quite understand what the feeling was when she was taken away from her charge but all she could think was—
She's aloneAllALONEKIRA…!?
She cried in Hyne's arms amidst the reassuring words, and realized that for the first time in her life, the distance apart was beginning to kill her.