Chapter 7 Save The Queen
Seifer rubbed his aching head. Damn... did he drink that much? The surroundings were swimming in front of his eyes... he had to be drunk. If anybody caught him at this hour, he would be in for it.
He silently passed in front of the Library and heard something which made him stop.
"So what did the letter say, Sir Irvine?" It was a woman's voice - Quistis Trepe. Moments later Irvine answered; "It said Shumi Village is now under Galbadian occupation and Edea needs help - or she just warned us to stay on guard."
"So our purpose of leaving tomorrow is to investigate?"
"Not really. Edea needs some SeeD Knights to bring Princess Ellone to somewhere safe - possibly back in Esthar."
"I see."
Silence, And then;
"Are you coming with us, Quistis?"
"I will follow Princess Heartily no matter where she goes."
A chuckle. "You're a lioness, do you know that? A possessive creature who shoulders all responsibilities."
"Thank you, Sir Kinneas."
Seifer's head spun. They're going to Trabia? Why wasn't he informed? Did Father think he was incapable of doing a job? A surge of anger coursed through him. Why did Squall have to get everything?
He'll show them. He'll show them.
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Squall rubbed his jaw where the man slugged him. He was strong, but Squall knew when to use speed to his advantage. A pity his gunblade was useless. But somehow he couldn't explain the feeling when he heard the crowd cheer for him - it was like after winning a battle; the feeling was satisfying.
But the price was pretty heavy, he thought as he examined his jaw. His first thought was to find the female Knight and ask her to cure it, but another side of him refused to budge. He glanced outside his window and was startled to find that he could see Rinoa's window from his room. And he could see her, smiling and humming as she pirouetted in the glow of the candle light. When she hugged him earlier, he was a little surprised and intimidated; nobody had ever given him a hug on impulse. Or a big one at that. And the fact disturbed him that she looked so... happy.
He sighed. This trip would be long...
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Irvine watched as Quistis ran her hand down the length of her whip. The yellow, treated Marlboro leather was harmless looking, but truly a dangerous weapon. And the barbs that spiked the end can't be underestimated. He remembered when she showed him how she practically tore a Hexedragon to chunks with it.
"Is something wrong, Sir Kinneas?"
He snapped out of his thoughts and saw Quistis looking at him. Correction, she can't look. But she can sense he was thinking. "That's a dangerous whip you have there," he finally commented.
"It's my faithful companion." She said after a moment. "All Knights treasure their weapon and trust them with their lives, don't they?"
"Yes, And you can call me Irvine; everybody else does." He patted his sniper gun. "Maybe you're right. Execter has been with me for a long time."
"Is that the name for it?" She smiled faintly. "It sounds intimidating."
"The exact opposite of the slinger," He chuckled. "Each one to his own, I suppose. Squall calls his Lion Heart. Can't imagine where he got it, hmm?"
"Lion Heart..." she mused thoughtfully. Then she got up and furled her whip. "I'm sorry, but I have to retire for the night."
He nodded and she started to walk away, but he remembered something. "Say, Quistis?"
"Yes?"
"What's your called then?"
She rested her hand on the door handle. "Save The Queen."
Seifer rubbed his aching head. Damn... did he drink that much? The surroundings were swimming in front of his eyes... he had to be drunk. If anybody caught him at this hour, he would be in for it.
He silently passed in front of the Library and heard something which made him stop.
"So what did the letter say, Sir Irvine?" It was a woman's voice - Quistis Trepe. Moments later Irvine answered; "It said Shumi Village is now under Galbadian occupation and Edea needs help - or she just warned us to stay on guard."
"So our purpose of leaving tomorrow is to investigate?"
"Not really. Edea needs some SeeD Knights to bring Princess Ellone to somewhere safe - possibly back in Esthar."
"I see."
Silence, And then;
"Are you coming with us, Quistis?"
"I will follow Princess Heartily no matter where she goes."
A chuckle. "You're a lioness, do you know that? A possessive creature who shoulders all responsibilities."
"Thank you, Sir Kinneas."
Seifer's head spun. They're going to Trabia? Why wasn't he informed? Did Father think he was incapable of doing a job? A surge of anger coursed through him. Why did Squall have to get everything?
He'll show them. He'll show them.
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Squall rubbed his jaw where the man slugged him. He was strong, but Squall knew when to use speed to his advantage. A pity his gunblade was useless. But somehow he couldn't explain the feeling when he heard the crowd cheer for him - it was like after winning a battle; the feeling was satisfying.
But the price was pretty heavy, he thought as he examined his jaw. His first thought was to find the female Knight and ask her to cure it, but another side of him refused to budge. He glanced outside his window and was startled to find that he could see Rinoa's window from his room. And he could see her, smiling and humming as she pirouetted in the glow of the candle light. When she hugged him earlier, he was a little surprised and intimidated; nobody had ever given him a hug on impulse. Or a big one at that. And the fact disturbed him that she looked so... happy.
He sighed. This trip would be long...
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Irvine watched as Quistis ran her hand down the length of her whip. The yellow, treated Marlboro leather was harmless looking, but truly a dangerous weapon. And the barbs that spiked the end can't be underestimated. He remembered when she showed him how she practically tore a Hexedragon to chunks with it.
"Is something wrong, Sir Kinneas?"
He snapped out of his thoughts and saw Quistis looking at him. Correction, she can't look. But she can sense he was thinking. "That's a dangerous whip you have there," he finally commented.
"It's my faithful companion." She said after a moment. "All Knights treasure their weapon and trust them with their lives, don't they?"
"Yes, And you can call me Irvine; everybody else does." He patted his sniper gun. "Maybe you're right. Execter has been with me for a long time."
"Is that the name for it?" She smiled faintly. "It sounds intimidating."
"The exact opposite of the slinger," He chuckled. "Each one to his own, I suppose. Squall calls his Lion Heart. Can't imagine where he got it, hmm?"
"Lion Heart..." she mused thoughtfully. Then she got up and furled her whip. "I'm sorry, but I have to retire for the night."
He nodded and she started to walk away, but he remembered something. "Say, Quistis?"
"Yes?"
"What's your called then?"
She rested her hand on the door handle. "Save The Queen."
